I have been looking at your history, and one thing puzzles me. Tell me, why did you become a nun?"Sister Lucia was at a loss as to how to answer that,... but an answer was required, so she decided to tell the truth as she saw it, "Reverend Father, I..."Monsignor Flavin interrupted her, "You address me simply as 'Master', not as Reverend anything. I am your teacher and Master while you are here, not your confessor."Somehow she heard the capital M on the word Master and shivered slightly."Sir, I. Seeing this new wrinkle in their plan must have made the three decide that whatever they were seeking to get was not worth engaging a sword-brandishing fighter.They came to a stop and then scattered in different directions. I watched them go and then turned to head back after my Damsel, although I kept looking behind every so often to ensure that the others had indeed departed.I found them standing beside their horses about a mile down the road. Jon was using his hands on Cassie for some reason. He was a man that should be obeyed. In his fifties, grey hair and moustache and a pigeon chest that suggested he may well have been a sergeant major in the army. The cane in his hand helped me on my way.I stood outside the classroom door for the whole forty minutes of the last Geography lesson. When the bell rang everyone filed out and I got a disappointing shake of the head from Thomas; accompanied by a sigh.“You’ll regret this,” he hissed as he strode past; pushed by the surge of teenagers. “Naughty Girl Yukio” she said wagging a finger at me playfully.I gave her my best innocent look, which is actually really convincing and said “It was self defence. You crazy American girls are always trying to smoother me!” Tonya laughed and said “Oh you are good!” I smiled at her and she reached out and ran her fingers through my hair examining it. “I love you hair... it feels like silk and its just amazing. You could do hair commercials.” “Thank you Tonya. Yours is very beautiful as well. You.