It seemed that my father had moved from not caring that I even existed, to using me as a political pawn to further his own ends. He was also making it... very clear that I had no choice in the matter. I hadn't missed his reference to us not being able to leave Gael without his permission, either. That was something else to worry about."Go freshen up, and change out of those peculiar 'other-world' clothes," ordered the King. "We will hold a banquet tonight to celebrate your return. Do not bring the. We drove to a small beach on the ocean side of the town, and parked in a small lot. At the end of the lot, on the Ocean side, the dunes rose high and cut off the view of the water. There was a small pathway, about ten feet wide, cutting through the dunes to the beach. On the other side of the opening there was a breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean. The beach was about forty feet below so it was a high vantage point. A path cut diagonally across the dune, giving access to the beach. The few. Friends, believe me, I just got my mind browned away by her gesture. Even though there is nothing wrong in what she just did. It had never happened so far. So I was awestruck. Then I came back to my normal being after a minute or so. Till then I was simply smiling and looking at her.But, I knew that I have an opportunity and I have to grab it.Me: Nothing like that aunty, how can I forget my sweet aunty.Aunty: I know you will forgetMe: How can you tell that. I will definitely not. But still, you. ‘And what of this?’ he asked. ‘No one uses these things very much anymore. We use muskets and pistols and even the Indians use their fighting hatchets, their tomahawks, as they are called if they must. No one uses swords and that thing is an old style even for what it is. The officers in any army carry much sleeker blades these days, though for the most part, they are only for ceremonies when they feel the need to dress in their finery. What can you do with that? You cannot even cut kindling.