He found himself at a loss for words being in the same room with her now, her skin aglow with a patina of sweat on her face from the activity.“Uh, y...eah, I did. I mean,..” he stammered out.“Hey, sorry about the radio earlier. I plugged it in and didn’t know it was so loud.”“What?” he said, confused by this relatively minor disturbance compared to what had followed. “Oh, sure, no problem. Hardly noticed.” His words were clipped and forced.She could tell by the way he was acting he’d seen what. “Is that when he struck at you?” Jonathan asked.“No,” Celestine confessed. “He was smart. I will give him that. He understood that I had the edge. My weapon was drawn and I had already demonstrated I was willing to use it on him. I ... I believe I told him that if he put his hands on me again I would ... neuter ... him. I will admit that my temper got the better of me. I had seen what he had done to the woman and I wanted him on notice that such conduct was criminal in Azkoval. I suggested that. You just rest for a moment. You’ve had a lot to take in.”Dr Grayson and Nurse Sinclair walked slowly back to the office as Scott admired their bare behinds, swaying deliciously as they made their way to the end of the ward. “I wasn’t expecting that,” exclaimed Dr Grayson. “The poor lad is evidently hallucinating. Perhaps he has injured himself more than we thought.”Scott lay on his bed trying to make sense of the situation. He had had an accident and was now in hospital. They had taken the. It was something that required no sacrifice and practically no effort from me and I guess I didn't appreciate what I had.One of the things that really annoyed me about him was that he was almost always right.He talked about history, which he seemed to love as much as his Mother did. The best thing about history, he said, was that if we understood it, we could avoid making the mistakes of the past. The problem was in the understanding.Did we learn from Vietnam that we shouldn't meddle in Iraq?.