"Hi mum, sis" I said as I entered the kitchen."Hi pig," she said, then with out mum seeing I handed her a print. I watched as her eyes go wide with su...prise then she quickly folded it up and put it in her pocket."Didn't you like your picture?" I asked the later when mum and dad had gone out."What happened to my face?" she asked."Well I thought you wouldn't want to be recognised," I said with a big smile."I don't mind," she said, "you can show it to who ever you want, I have nothing to be. “It would,” I nodded. “Once we’re all settled in though, you Seers can have a go at corrupting the psiontials protocols.”“I’m not a Seer, Uncle John.”“Yet.”“True, but compared to them I have so much to study and apply as yet and I’m not with them full time like their apprentices or journeywomen.”“You have nothing but time, little Lady,” I chuckled.“Also true,” she giggled. “Ah, Arch is coming through; you’re no longer in charge.”“Sic transit gloria mundi ... all glory is fleeting,” I chuckled. We really enjoyed each others company and it kind of felt like we were back in high school for a minute or two. After a glass of wine we left holding hands and drove to the theater. On the way to the theater she had told me that she wanted to pick the movie and place. When she told me to go to the dollar theater I thought it was a little weird. I pulled into the parking lot and we started walking in to look at the movies that were playing.“You know, we can afford to go the real theater. . At first he assumed that the proposed meeting with the Emir was the promised visit to look at the training methods used on quarry, but it seemed not so. Truly this new Emir was an excellent judge of character in that now he had, apparently, some plan which he wished to confide in Ramzy El-Najjar and which had had not even explained to Kamal Qumsiyeh. Clearly this was an invitation, delivered via the Chief of Protocol, to play host to the Emir for dinner. Ramzy El-Najjar offered the expected.