Her thrust paralyzed the old man's body, robbed him of speech,and thus deprived him of most of his power. What power hecould wield without speaking o... hand movements was not athreat to her. Once again, she did not know how she knewthat, but she did. She slowly walked around the desk to face her former Master. His eyes followed her, as she seated herself on the stool shehad used before . . .before she had become she instead of he.- - Who ARE you?? - - The thought was imperiously insertedinto. I wasn’t sure how far I was willing to go, but Lana got up close and personal with my package. My semi- erection was millimeters from her mouth. Would she? Thank God she didn’t. We were both reprieved from what might have happened when another woman came up on stage. I felt her hands on my ass and saw a fifty dollar bill wave in front of my eyes. For fifty, this woman deserved a little attention of her own. Lana made a hasty retreat as I turned and planted a kiss on the generous woman. We. “You’re family in our tower.”“As you say, my lady,” the old man answered, staying down on his knee. “I failed to find my Lord for you. I would hear his punishment first.”I pulled him up, none too kindly. “Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t have wings to fly. You couldn’t follow where they took me. You and your son will never need to bend your knees to me. That is, unless Swarta says so.”His grim face turned into a smile at the joke. Coven snorted a few times humorously; as a married man he. And dead men refute no tales.Or something like that.Before the sirens arrived, the monks split, taking the leprechaun's sword with them to be returned to me at a safer time and place. Karl was pretty sure the authorities would want to at least take my weapons into evidence and Alexandrios' sword would match many of the wounds on the bodies left behind.The sirens, as it turned out, were Eoin and everyone he cold beg, bully, or threaten. There were Northern Irish constabulary, Scotland Yard, MI5,.