Oh, I remember her. A mercenary, with a sword for a heart. Bold and sa.s.sy that one, who faced destiny

on her own terms. And what was his name? I can't seem to remember ... a wounded soul, that I'm certain. Oh my, now that I think about it, they . . .

Cleaning is overrated. Let me turn the computer back on, and get some more kavage.

For I have another story to tell.

Elizabeth.

end.