"What about you?" Cullan asked her as she started striding back down the quay.

"I think some divine intervention might be needed, soon."

"It is unlike her to start praying," Rassillon remarked.

Landry just smiled. "I think she means she's going to scare the crap out of some priests."

"I agree, it's not likely," Landry said, "but I have heard of Eastern kings sending men out to take the finest samples of womanhood from foreign lands to add to their harem."

"No! I will not allow it!"

"Dad, stop thinking about mum. We've got work to do."

"Tell you what," Cullan began, "we'll do what we always do – wing it."

"You really think we can, this time?"

"Worked for us so far, hasn't it?"

"A sword killing an eagle as it attacks a duck!" Cullan tried. "A frog killing a rabbit. Four elephants and a turtle! Nine drummers drumming, a bear balancing on the ace of spades, a goblet with a crack in it, a house on fire! I don't know!"

"I don't think anyone's got a frog killing a rabbit," Alys mused.

"No!" Kenyon snapped. "I am not going to go into a fight with a frog killing a rabbit painted on my shield!"

"Luo Tsushung!" he called. "We've got questions!"

"Women you wenti!" Dalian translated.

Cullan broke off knocking to stare at him. "I'm pretty sure you're making half of that stuff up."

The clerk shrugged. "It's purely co-incidence."

"Care to let us know what we will be doing?" Alys asked.

"I will, when I do too."

"Oh, good, one of those plans," Kenyon muttered. "A welcome return to the good old days."

"'m glad you think so."