It is like it has rejuvenated me, ' khala smiled.While eating dinner, I asked, winking at Nusrat, ' Khala, may I have a glass of wine?''Of course, wha... about you two? Shazia, order one glass for me also, ' she replied still lost in her own world. I looked meaningfully at Nusrat. When we were half way through our meal Sahebji dropped in.'Sahebji, take a chair and have dinner with us, ' khala said.'No thank you I'm in a hurry. I stopped by only to confirm tomorrow's program. Is it still on?'. Martin smiled to himself. She would beperfect. Martin? next job was to ensure the cage wasgoing to be the right fit for Faye. The workshops at the back of the buildingwere busy getting all the little things done that would make the party asuccess. With practised ease metal bands were being bent and shaped to form acage that would hold Faye tightly. Martin smiled as he looked at the dark metalbands, each one an inch wide, they were bent to form a cage exactly the shapeand size of Faye, once she. At her nod, he suddenly seized her in arms and took flight into the slowly darkening sky. The wind howled in her ears and she could feel it biting through her dress as he sped across the horizon. It was a short flight, less than fifty miles as the crow flies along the river Arno, into the Casentino Valley. There, near the shadow of Monte Falteron, their Villa dominated the Tuscan countryside. An intricate mix of classical roman and medici architecture, it was a two tiered structure with walls. ”Marguerite stood up, trying not to react to the slip of the tongue she had just made. She collected her things and headed for the door when the alarm bell began to sound from the gate. She opened the door and heard shouts from outside.“Open the Gate! Open the Gate!”As she ran across the courtyard, the gates slowly parted. Two riders crossed through, drawing to a stop in front of Marguerite. One was bundled in blankets and slumped heavily in the saddle. The other, a muscular, bearded man,.