"its on the chair over there" she said somberly as if I had asked for her diamond necklace that I was going to run away with. I hated her these melodr...amatic antics. Also i couldnt see where she pointed in the dark. I shook my head"no. I am dripping like a faucet. You better hand it over unless you want water all over your precious rug" that will be irrespective the case" she sighed like she had spoken and done for the day. But all the same she rose from her sepulcher and stepped in the light.. .. That is..."Feyalisa looked up slightly, still with the sad look on her face. "Yes?"The Corporal lowered her head a bit and gave up. "Nothing, Your Highness. My apologies. Please continue changing the dressings."Feya smiled brightly and continued her work. "Just remember, Corporal, I am a Princess and have much experience in persuading others to see things my way."The soldier looked up sharply and noticed that Feyalisa was trying hard not to laugh. She closed her eyes and sighed. The Princess. I had broached that subject with both my parents, and with Joyce. They had all told me, in various ways, just to be patient.I had been in my own home for slightly less than a month. I usually hit golf balls every afternoon for my physical recreation. I played with my children, had sex with Brenda, and traded grains and other instruments every weekday. I ate mostly meals that Brenda had prepared, and spent at least one hour every day discussing business with either Joyce or my father. I decided. His Magnificence Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever, was always solicitous of the well-being of the mothers of his children, even the girls.Chapter 31: Special GuestsIt was Kamal Qumsiyeh who raised the matter of illustrious and honoured guests. He suggested that it might amuse and please the Emir to invite a few honoured guests to be in the front rank of the audience, and perhaps even to participate in some small way in the ceremony. This struck the Emir as a good idea, and it was he who.