curious as a bag of cats. And, in truth, I would rather hear about anything
except the follies of the Federation. I am throughly sick of that subject."
A servant removed her soup bowl and replaced it with a plate of fritters and
broiled fish. Mike had already been served his portion, and picked up his
fork with his gloved hand. He cut off a bite of fritter, lightly flavored with
herbs, and speared a piece of fish.
When he had swallowed and sipped some wine, Mike spoke. "Domenic means that
Marguerida and I were drawn into the past-about seven hundred years-and were
married by an ancient laranzu called Varzil the Good, who was of the Ridenow
Domain. It all seems quite fantastic to me, and I was there!" Then he cursed
himself for the clumsiness of his choice of words, and knew how v
