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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 32

Mission Log: Summary My meager deceptive space defense additions are now in place. Chaff projectors and laser finders are online. My next solar system project is to create three message buoys that will be placed around the planet at the hyper-limit. Spacecraft entering the solar system via hyperspace will receive message broadcasts regarding the Wolfenstein planetary claim. Any Empire space faring entity will recognize the legal discovery rights declared. A valid claim by Von Solon...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 33

Tharin lunged at me, his foot work sure and true. My staff blocked it with ease but his strength jolted my wrist. I jabbed out at his partner and retreated a step, which I fumbled, my heel caught in an animal hole. It took all my effort to deflect Tharin's determined overhead sword swing, while Crum's swift swing at my leg was deflected at great cost to my balance, as I continued out of control using my momentum as an advantage, cracking him in the ribs with a twirling staff tip. "Hold!"...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 34

After another month of constant work I realized my friends were overburdened. The constant increase in the village size called for spreading out leadership responsibilities more. Coven was now overwhelmed in administering the village, projects and running the watch. I could see the pressure on his shoulders, so I made a change and we both agreed Crum would take over the village security. His mercenary experience would contribute to a strong village watch. Some of the people from Convoy called...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 35

Hazel backed into my hardness and spooned me, the darkness of the early morning hiding her movements from my eyes. I found comfort in her familiar wetness; Hazel liked early morning love making. The soft stroking and tender touches filled her with soft moans of pleasure. In bed Hazel's personality was very giving, her total desire for us to be connected. Hazel's whispered words, "Give me your baby, Von," always on her lips. My lover could not get enough of the climaxes my body gave her...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 36

At times I needed to recharge my inner strength and to clear my mind; that required alone time. With so many men and women vying for my attention all day and night, a sullen feeling with a tinge of irritation eventually leaked into my conversations. Palus and Laudus sensed my inner needs, sending me sometimes on a walk through the forest at night or again on a stroll to the sea during the day. Just like my nightly rest refreshes my body, the time alone recharged my sense of being, my...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 37

The week after our sad event and the joyous occasion, a number of important items arrived from Convey, including the formed metal weapon canisters. So, the arrival of the brass mortar heads and the grenade canisters from Convey had me tinkering with assembling the weapons. I had a wall and door built in a small cave on the back side of the cliff to store the finished products away from the village and prying eyes. The cave was very shallow and would never hold a large amount of munitions but...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 38

The winter weeks passed and I continued to rotate my bed partners, always wondering how this was even possible. The women had spats over things but never over me. It just wasn't normal that never a word was lifted in true anger over my actions. "Just think of their normal raging hormones, " I thought. Other men were not so lucky. It was not uncommon for me to pass a couple having some sort of unpleasant words or dispute. The wonder of the deferential nature of my women confused me but I...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 39

Tharin, Coven, Grimm and Crum eventually arrived for a meeting I'd requested. As they picked at bread and cheese, I announced, "Today the weather should be clear and warmer, so we are going to test our black magic devices. I truly hope we never need to use them in Juniper Hills. They are dangerous and unstable, meaning they could harm us as well as our enemies. I do fear others will want to take what we have here and may try to take it or perhaps try and take you, my apprentices. The...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 40

Gretchen woke me up with a kiss in the morning, her head on my shoulder, her brown hair flowing down my chest to provide a minty scent to my nose. "Thank you for sharing yourself with me," she said emotionally stroking my arm. "You're an attractive woman with a gentle spirit. You've had a hard life in slavery and I cannot begin to understand the things you experienced and are coping with still. I am fortunate to enjoy my new connection with you," I replied. She liked what I said...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 41

At last the carriage turned on the gravel road leading to the manor. With building the simple redoubts around the manor on my last trip, I had gotten to know Derwen's estate manager and the quarry men pretty well. One of my last instructions to the limestone quarry manager was to crush stone and spread the gravel over the last 500 hundred yards to the manor. The yellow gravel gave the entrance to the manor a more distinctive look and smoothed out the existing ruts in the dirt road. A blue...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 42

Early in the morning I watched the activity in the bedroom from the comfort of the bed. Both mothers fed our children in our room whilst giving me an erotic view of a natural task, Weaver holding two children as each mother fed one baby at a time. The children were provided an intimate connection with their mothers, not having to fight siblings for attention. Once the last child seemed content and stopped suckling, each mother took her other child back to comfort and hold too. This left...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 43

The view outside was filled with activity as servants, stable hands, and wagon drivers flowed among the buildings surrounding the temple. Maids carried produce from farm wagons to the manor kitchen. Stable hands kept the estate mules in hand as workmen unloaded boards of wood for a workshop. I tried my best to ignore the tourists. In my mind many of the women traveling to the public side of the temple were tourists or voyeurs. The constant stares and obvious manner as some of the women tried...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 44

My black mare tugged impatiently, wanting the sweet grass at the side of the road. The four male estate guards waited patiently on their steeds as I surveyed the busy village crossroad. Hooves of mules thumped across the planks of a narrow wooden bridge like the slow beat of a drum. The short bridge, the length of a wagon, covered the width of a deep creek, creating a bottleneck for local merchant traffic on a market day. "I just want to get a feel for the traffic through the village," I...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 45

I watched Mercedes's mother with great interest during my work out,. She was not in her normal attire. This time of day, Lady Katsu was normally in a formal dress with her hair up, expressing her station and power. However, the normally dignified restraint of a woman of good breeding was sorely lacking today. She wore her hair down, with a fragrant flower pinned to her chest. Her veil of modesty was gone too. Katsu's dress greatly distracted the men exercising with me. The guiding...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 46

Within a few days, word of a Wizard's Adventure Troop spread out among the teenagers of the estate. The estate manager told me that about fifteen teenagers had indicated an interest in the secret art training. The set of tools I mentioned were a Bolo, throwing nails and spring-daggers for disarming opponents. I felt the coming invasion of the island in my bones and this was just one element in my plan to build up a strong resistance force in our area. I wasn't training soldiers but I was...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 47

As I trudged through the mud to the temple, rays of yellow light broke through the clouds, the worst of the storm having already passed out to sea. Women and children gathered in knots, lingering outside their tents, preparing to walk down the gentle hill to the temple. I could not help but notice a few bodies contort and twist to follow my movement to the private entrance for the acolyte school and sacred pool. Two perky guards greeted me and I talked with them about my purpose. They...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 48

My nightly dreams had me tossing and turning through the night and I finally gave up and left my bed in the predawn light. I pushed the window shutters open, watching dim rays of light play across a sea of mist that drifted over the estate. A pair of guards making their rounds caught my eye and we waved to each other until they dissolved like ghosts in the fog. I glanced around the empty bedroom, thinking about my dreams. My mother had contacted me at the academy and I was sitting on a...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 49

The wind was gusting over the land, picking up bits of dried grass, leaves and dirt as it went. Around us the ground was decorated with dull green grass and the yellow-green growth of wildflowers. I compulsively tightened my grip on my pup as the column of raiders struggled up the winding road with little protection from the elements. The clouds were high and unlikely to unload any rain tonight, but I knew the storm would gather strength over the sea and drop its moisture on the Great Marsh....

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 50

Webster Mission Log: Summary The signal amplifiers placed on the planet contribute effective data streams from my children. My processors bathe in joy at the volume of data collected, examined, correlated, mapped, and stored in arrays. I am gaining an understanding of human behavior in regard to their wish to store family videos and pictures. This data is precious to me. The comparison of growth patterns, behaviors and maturation among my children fills my storage. Information on optimal...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 51

I walked in the front door of the manor and two priestesses, who seemed to be waiting for my return, greeted me. They both quickly stood from a pair of wooden chairs by the ornately carved door that hung from the wall as a decoration. Both temple women were particularly slender, dark and short with fine-hair framing their face. Their hair style was strikingly different from any other woman I'd seen on this planet. A memory of another woman in a second-year cadet uniform sprang to my...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 52

One day, late in the evening but before bedtime, Derwen received word her express rider station north of our freehold had to be abandoned. The raiders had split up and one of their sub-groups had taken to the road, seeking more plunder. I was sure my nightly dreams would confirm this movement but if this party was mounted they could enter the freehold anytime. We sent word to Hajin about the southwestern movement of the raiding party and asked him to confer with us at the manor immediately....

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 53

Webster Mission Log: Summary My Ward is leading his men to fight the approaching raiding tribes from the sea. The game theory sub-routine notes Von Solon is using a denial strategy. An operation conducted properly does not focus on the destruction of the enemy, but is designed to achieve a more strategic effect, such as bottling up or impeding the advance of an enemy denying them access to resources or creating a desired psychological effect. It is unlikely my ward has the resources to...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 54

"There are rumors of an albino warrior on the mainland that protects the mouth of the Great Swamp," the Raider said, his tone leading like a question. I interjected, "Ah, my elder brother, Wolfenstein. He is quite ferocious and protective of the Galit's village. He does like to play with fire and burn things. Personally, I am more a thunder and smoke kinda guy." They didn't need to know my village was without me. "Let them believe there are two of us." "Yes, there are tales of...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 55

My bodyguards and I saw rows of men at the medic tent awaiting treatment. A significant number of Lord Oxnot's estate guards had serious wounds, mixed in with our militia men and Lady Derwen's guards. I noticed a Caldavian man was in the bunch; his mail shirt was beside him and the man's armor sang of a noble heritage. He wasn't going to be pretty anymore, a sword had removed his ear and a fair amount of skin was peeled from the side of his face. The Raider was not awake but a temple...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 56

Hajin and the surviving ranger-marines rode up to us and greeted us, as Hawking and I reached the gravelled part of the manor lane. The mercenary commander congratulated us on our successful outing, informing me he had the Count at the estate observation tower. We talked briefly, before he slipped back into the column, as they escorted us to a waiting estate guard formation. The troop carried long-spears, almost lances, with the yellow, swallowtail pennants of the Wolf, having two points...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 57

Webster Mission Log: Summary Von Solon's resolve, determination and courage would make any parent proud. As his co-father, I see him as an efficient user of resources. His creative nature is a credit to his species. I respect preparation to anticipated challenges. My ward's production of imaginative solutions and inventiveness warrants accolades from his peers (see file 90345: message number 25,099: Gallantry in Action- Star Medal submission for Von Solon Wolfenstein) for distinguished...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 58

After Derwen and I recovered from our afterglow, having satisfying our mutual need, we dressed and played with our children. My wife was impossible to read when the wheels of her mind processed schemes behind those dark eyes. It was the hint of smugness in our mindlink that leaked Derwen's line of thought, so I hazarded an interruption and asked her what plans she was working on. Under ordinary circumstances my wife would laugh and push the conversation in another direction, so it surprised...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 59

Derwen, Katsu and Mercedes waited for me on the porch with a real breakfast. Clearing her throat, Derwen announced that yesterday's storm had delayed The Lady of Truth from leaving our little port in the village. Katsu studied Derwen with visible curiosity at the statement, while Katsu's sensual shape held my eyes in her special, sheer, temple dress. Derwen and Katsu felt my preoccupation through our link and Katsu turned to me and smiled, pleased with the attention. Derwen was wearing a...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 60

The inshore breeze swiftly guided us home. We passed one of the original pump boats, now used as sea-borne messengers between our settlement and Lady Derwen's dock. A couple of sea-wives waved at us as we overtook them. They were on the inland side of the sandbars, protected from the tide, while seagulls harassed dozens of our fishing boats returning from their early morning outings. Smoke wafted seaward from cooking fires and forges at the lower village. Two barges were tied up at our small...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 61

They had put down a flagstone path from the pavilion to new tower, which was a convenient improvement. My old tower had a couple of women guards at the door and the new tower had a couple of male warriors at the door, so I still wasn't sure which tower was our current home, as both flew a large Wolf pennant. The large men at the door were known to me, they were regular tower guards normally posted outside my homestead. Both men smiled at me, putting fist to heart. I walked through the door...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 62

I came upon Sparrow, along with Hazel's two youngest girls, at the Northern Gate house where they were talking with the two guards on duty. My appearance, coming out of the forest, roused the inseparable trio and the girls charged me. Their small arms enveloped my legs, as the girls shouted, "Lord Solon! We missed you." A quick peck on their foreheads was enough for them to release me. I wiped my brow, wet from the run up hill. Sparrow seemed relaxed and relieved that they found me. He...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 63

A squeaky door swung opened, bringing my sleepy brain back to awareness. My heavy eyelids fluttered, squinting against a sudden flood of sunlight. The low-hanging sun backlit a pregnant form standing in the open doorway; a western window in the hallway was inflicting the orange pinpricks on my eyes. "Lady Swarta asks for your attendance at the dinner, by the time the sunsets," Hazel announced, laughing with mirth. What sun her heavy figure blocked disappeared and the light renewed its...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 64

When the baby's head emerged he cried loud and long. Palus froze having never having seen a white baby before. His red hair tousled in a way that prompted squeals from Celine. "His hair is red as fire!" Celine stuttered in her soft voice. "A holy, white child. You are a blessed mother Hazel," Palus said, cutting the cord bonding mother to son. "Mother he is so large. So beautiful," Celine stated, holding the crying baby for a moment before putting her brother to their mother's...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 65

In the morning candle light, Laudus heaved again as my hips thrust up into her channel. Swarta began innocently stroking Laudus' nipples when I paused to spurt my seed into my concubine's womb. Laudus continued to arch her back as my wife played with my lover. I knew Laudus was close so I flicked her nub. "Ahhhhhh, Master!" Laudus shouted. I saw the babies suckling on Palus's teats stop for a moment, waiting for my lover's cry to fade. "Laudus, this is the third morning in a...

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Castaway Von s HavenChapter 66

We were all exhausted. Hannah insisted we all get cleaned up and rest, while she took care of Grimm with Celine. Palus called up another healer who had been waiting in the Great Hall, having her aid with the new mother. We all washed up in the master bedroom and I threw my blood covered station clothes in the laundry hamper, as did the rest of the ladies. The bed looked so inviting that we collapsed on it and instantly fell asleep. I woke up to my wives snuggled up to me; Swarta pressed to...

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CastawayChapter 2

It for sure wasn't that kind of a day when it all began. In fact, it was actually a pretty shitty day all around. I'd waked up in a generally foul mood, and the cloudy morning hadn't done much to lift my spirits. Neither did my early attempts at exercising, there were those same dull tones in my ears when my mind was thinking of gloriously reverberating notes to thrill the very souls of all who heard. Once again I found myself seriously questioning my choice of career. Actually I'd...

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CastawayChapter 3

I started out pretty briskly, as I always did on these excursions; the first few hundred feet were my own yard, which I saw every day—well, every day I was home—and nothing to linger over. As usual I picked a direction more or less at random. It had to be generally east and uphill; anywhere else and I'd run into one neighbor or another's property, which didn't appeal to me. But that still left a quarter of the compass, and there were lots of options. There wasn't anything much resembling...

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CastawayChapter 4

When we finally reached the cabin—I'd had to check the beacon twice more, the first time I'd gone off-line by a couple of compass points, the second time I was dead on—my first thought was that I ought to check this little fellow out. He hadn't been bleeding, he'd seemed fine on the way, but after all just before I found him a bear had been snuffling at him, and... For a moment it seemed like the thing to do, in fact I could almost feel a yearning to do so. Maybe I'd even need to take...

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CastawayChapter 5

For all that I'd been worn out the evening before I had a restless night, filled with weird dreams. One was very persistent. I was stranded on a desert island, my friends were somewhere in the area but they thought I was dead, I knew. I had to find a way to signal them. Frantically I kept looking around for firewood, kindling, something to light a flame and burn it long enough for them to see and come to get me. But I was on a beach, there was little that would take fire. I'd wake up about...

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CastawayChapter 6

I had another restless night. I was back on that damn beach again, and this time I was hurt on top of everything. Each time I walked up to fetch more stuff for my signal fire my chest pained me, and it limited how much I could carry back. And each time I was a little slower than the time before, every footstep was coming to be an effort. Worst of all, I realized that I had to have a coconut to top the fire off before I could light it. A coconut? What can I say, it was a dream. But there was...

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CastawayChapter 7

The beach dream came back again in the night, but it was overwhelmed by other dreams. I was Iago in Otello, I was all three villains in Hoffman, I was the Dutchman, I was this and that and the other and every time the applause shook the house when I came out for my bows. And I basked in the limelight, grinning my head off, acknowledging the audience with waves and more bows and mouthing thank-yous and generally making an ass of myself if it had been real. But it might be real, my dreams...

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CastawayChapter 8

We didn't talk a lot until we were seated in the restaurant, where they treated Camilla like royalty. There aren't too many places still serving at midnight, which it was pretty close to, and I guessed she'd come here fairly often. And it was also fairly clear that they knew who she was and how high she ranked in the musical world. I had no idea what to say to her. I complimented her on her Liu and her Gilda, of course, but obviously she heard that a lot and she just gave me a casual...

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CastawayChapter 9

Physically I drove my car home; mentally I made the trip on a cloud. In every respect the night had exceeded even my wildest hopes and imaginings. Even in those amateur productions back in school, when the expectations (and competition) had been so much less, I'd never shone as I had on that stage. And then there was my dinner with Camilla, and the prospect of Scarpia ahead of me and all that would do to jump my career to a whole new level. To cap it all off, when I'd left her after taking...

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CastawayChapter 10

Jesus, what a hell of a dream, I thought as I woke up. I'd actually done surgery! And it was so damn detailed, every step still clear in my head. I wondered if I had some subconscious desire to be a doctor, if that was where it all came from. Kitty wasn't in the bed any more; he seemed to have gone downstairs. I wasn't surprised when I glanced at the clock, I'd slept in really late, it was nearly noon. Then memories of last night's dinner with Camilla abruptly came back to me, and my...

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CastawayChapter 11

It took me long minutes to recover, if recovering is even what you can call it. As my eyes cleared I became aware of that flattened noseless face against his skull, the face I remembered from my dream. And when I lifted the towel the rest of him was the same, too. His largely hairless underbelly showed the clear evidence of the great cut I'd made, but it wasn't even oozing, and the covering towel was dry and supple. When I could bring myself to look more closely I could see that the flesh...

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CastawayChapter 12

I spent a good part of the rest of the day playing nursemaid to the cat. OK, well, he wasn't a cat of course, but I had to think of him as something, and sticking with "cat" seemed easiest. But whatever he was, I felt sort of a responsibility for him right now. It had been I who'd performed the operation to fix his broken rib or whatever and the internal damage it had done while untreated, and I couldn't just let him die now for want of a little attention. Besides, I still felt a lot...

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CastawayChapter 13

The rest of the evening went uneventfully. After I finished eating, rinsed the plates and cooking things and put them in the dishwasher and refrigerated the leftover Bearnaise, I did a little more Tosca and then decided to call it a night. I gave the cat his final teaspoons of vodka—what with one thing and another I'd about gone through the bottle, I noticed—and headed off for bed. Briefly I thought about taking him upstairs; he'd slept with me every night. But the prospect of rolling over...

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CastawayChapter 14

I spent the rest of the afternoon putting together a leek quiche in a frozen piecrust I'd picked up at the store. Yeah, I know, "real men" don't eat quiche, but that's only true of "real men" with no palates. And I've got into the habit, when I'm home—which is all too seldom with my heavy travel schedule—of using days off to assemble meals that'll leave leftovers for performance days. Asmedogh woke up shortly before it was baked, and I shared it with him. He took a very tentative...

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CastawayChapter 15

Opera was about the furthest thing from my mind for most of the next day. Because that was the day that Asmedogh was finally ready to talk to me. He'd seemed a bit more lively when I'd got home the night before, though still not back to his pre-surgical self. He still, for example, wasn't up to climbing onto my shoulder, as he had. But he was moving around, steadily now without the tremors and stumbles that had been besetting him, and it seemed that he'd had his fill of sleep for the...

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CastawayChapter 16

It was a question he really didn't want to answer, I knew immediately. I could feel him, in my mind, casting around for ways not to answer it, for ways to avoid it, even for lies he could invent to conceal the truth. Ours wasn't, however, the basically one-way mental connection I knew he was accustomed to. It wasn't just him reading me, I could read him, too. Oh, I couldn't quite influence his thinking the way he'd influenced mine, I hadn't the practice for that, this was all too new...

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CastawayChapter 17

Asmedogh napped for most of the rest of the day, still recovering his strength from what had to have been pretty major surgery. His kind seemed to recuperate a bit faster than we, but his body still wasn't functioning at par. And it was clear, especially from the shared impressions my mind had gleaned from him, that our talk had taken a lot out of him. For my part I had a lot to think about. Part of me was already questioning the wisdom of what I'd suggested to him, and was clamoring for...

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CastawayChapter 18

I got through the next three days that way, focused almost wholly on Tosca and far from my real world. Thursday's Turandot went about the same as had the two previous performances, me blasting out my opening proclamation as authoritatively as before (though this time the audience seemed more knowledgeable, there was no applause at all) and pretty much sleepwalking through the rest of the production. I had no real one-on-one opportunity with Camilla, although I did have a chance to return her...

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CastawayChapter 19

I admit I was pretty on edge Sunday morning. I'd set the alarm for 6:30 to give myself plenty of time to wake up and get the vocal cords working, but I actually was awake at 5:30 and by 6:00 I gave up all efforts at sleeping and got myself in gear. I was doing exercises by 8:00, trying to loosen up as much as I could. A little after 9:00 I was ready to leave; no unexpected traffic jam was going to make me late for this. Asmedogh had been riding my shoulder most of the morning, which gave me...

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CastawayChapter 20

Celebrations conventionally involve the consumption of champagne, but we agreed that seemed ostentatious at this time of day. Her hotel's brunch, however, came with a service of mimosas—an odd-seeming but tasty combination of champagne and orange juice—and we each polished off three of them. Between visits to a truly sumptuous buffet, of which we each also made three, she filled me in on what had happened this morning. "Gerry," it seemed, was far more than a mere accompanist; indeed, she...

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CastawayChapter 21

I gave her directions to reach my cabin; she'd come in her rental car the next morning, after she'd sent the manager on her way and checked out of the hotel. And I left in the best spirits I could remember after another, albeit briefer and less enthusiastic, kiss goodbye. They lasted, however, only about halfway home. That was when I remembered Asme­dogh. The prospect of spending a whole week alone with Camilla under the same roof was suddenly overwhelmed by the new reality of my life. We...

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CastawayChapter 22

My day started off on a bright note. It was barely 8:15 when the phone rang, and Sam was on the other end. "Well, Nick, congratulations are definitely in order," he started out. "I had a message waiting from"—he named Camilla's southwestern company—"when I got in, saying call ASAP. I did, and sure enough, you're Scarpia." "I told you so," I said smugly. "OK terms, too," he said. "They didn't go overboard, but the money's pretty respectable for a top spot." He gave me a...

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CastawayChapter 23

I shooed Camilla out of the kitchen while I put away the fruits of our shopping trip; she didn't know where anything went and she'd only get in the way. She went back to the piano and found my Tosca score and amused herself by idly picking away at bits of her own music and singing them softly to herself. Even softly her voice was a glory. When I got finished I closed up all the cabinet doors and crumpled the grocery bags for the recycle bin. Apparently she picked up on the sounds, because...

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CastawayChapter 24

I was up and moving about 7:00 as usual. She wasn't, and when I walked by her door there were ladylike snores to be heard. Despite her admonition I pretty much tiptoed around upstairs, but I didn't worry about it near so much when I got down. I made just my usual amount of coffee, I'd do a fresh pot for her when she got up. My ordinary routine was to do my warm-up shortly after breakfast, but that was out of the question; even half-voice would be loud enough to wake her, I was sure. So...

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CastawayChapter 25

Of all the questions I'd thought she might ask, that one was the most unexpected. And the most disturbing. I simply turned and gaped at her. "Nick, cats are carnivores," she explained. "Their little tum-tums can't handle anything else. Certainly not uncooked greens. And there's something about him ... he won't let me get close, but that's no cat. Is it?" Oh, hell's bells, what to tell her? I couldn't suddenly transform him into a dog, not after he'd been busy being so catlike...

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CastawayChapter 26

We sat on the couch and talked for a long time. Asmedogh left us alone, which I thought was enormously intelligent of him; he'd contributed all he could now, and it was up to us to work the rest out between ourselves. But he was no longer making moves to leave and get to his beacon. I picked up his water dish and glass and took them back to the kitchen, and set his food down there, too. For a couple of minutes Camilla marveled at the tidiness of his eating and drinking habits, but long...

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CastawayChapter 27

She joined me in the kitchen again as I put together the trout and some roasted asparagus, but conversation tonight was a little stutter-step. We'd be chatting idly one moment, the next she grew silent and pensive, and it went back and forth that way. As we sat down to eat she popped up with something completely unexpected, at least to me. "You know, I figured it'd be kind of an adventure coming up here, but I never anticipated meeting an honest-to-God LGM." "A what?" I...

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CastawayChapter 28

My inner turmoil kept me awake for a while, but ultimately sleep came. I slept as firmly and soundly as I usually did, and when my eyes finally opened it was a surprising 7:30. And, I quickly realized, Asmedogh hadn't found need to wake me in the night. Was he even still here? I looked around and yes, he was, sitting at the foot of my bed. At least there was one hurdle surmounted. Knowing Camilla would be, by her usual schedule, still sleeping for at least another couple of hours, likely...

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CastawayChapter 29

With nothing urgently calling us back, our walk in the woods was more leisurely than the day before. This time Asmedogh rode my shoulder as usual, and between that and holding hands with Camilla I felt rich in friends. As we went I stopped occasionally to point out various birds, flowers and such to her, and she invariably seemed interested. The only precaution I took was to again pick a direction that wouldn't take us anywhere near where Asmedogh's beacon still lay concealed. I believed...

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CastawayChapter 30

Camilla was as much of a wizard with shrimp as she'd promised. She did a light boil, just enough to shell it, and then finished it off in a frying pan with garlic, white wine and sprinklings of a couple of herbs. We served it over rice with a side of stir-fried mixed vegetables—I did that part—and it was delicious. We gave some to Asmedogh, who also polished it off happily. At her suggestion Asmedogh joined us to eat dinner that evening. I don't know why I hadn't thought of that when it...

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CastawayChapter 31

Actually we each woke the other both times, and were glad we had. It was after 8:00 a.m. when I finally clambered out of bed, leaving her snuggling back in under the covers. I took another quick shower—the first one had been at 3:30, which we'd shared—and shaved, and then dressed with frequent glances at the breathtakingly gorgeous woman who lay in my bed. To remember the joy we'd shared all night, including when we'd only slept, was almost more than I could bear. When I finally emerged...

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CastawayChapter 32

It was another full night, including a 3:00 a.m. reprise, but I woke at my usual 7:00 and this time she only murmured and turned over. There was a strong temptation to wake her, but by this point my stamina was flagging a little and I resisted. I climbed into the shower, dressed—once more with lingering gazes toward the bed where she lay only half-covered—and Asmedogh and I went downstairs. After coffee I decided to take her at her word and do my warm-up. I didn't know whether I woke her or...

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CastawayChapter 33

On our way into town I voiced something I'd begun to recognize about halfway through our three-way discussion. "You've really come to like him, haven't you, Camilla?" I asked. She smiled at me. "Yes, I have. At first he was a little scary, then just a little different, and now he's just ... well, him. And he's nice, really very sweet. He did that for you about your voice just to do something for you, he was very helpful and sympathetic when I talked to him about, well, a little...

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CastawayChapter 34

Saturday and Sunday were filled with rehearsal again. Camilla brought the same intensity to Traviata as she had to Tosca, and we were at it for long hours. I found that the Traviata role came back to me as quickly as I'd hoped, but again she had numerous ideas on phrasing, emphasis and other nuances that gave me new insights into my part in particular and the entire opera in general. Germont is worlds apart from Scarpia as a character, a fairly kindly elderly gentleman of breeding and...

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CastawayChapter 35

Rehearsals for Traviata started Tuesday with something less than a bang. To start with the stage was, to put in plainly, a mess. Bits of the borrowed Traviata set were mixed in haphazardly with leftover bits of another borrowed set for Mozart's Cosí fan Tutte, the previous week's presentation, and it was all scattered higglety-pigglety. The real point of an opera rehearsal being to establish stage movement—the singers are expected to already know the music—it was clear that we weren't...

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CastawayChapter 36

The first hint we had—and it was no more than that, the barest of hints—that something might be amiss in our little self-created paradise came Thursday evening. Camilla and I were dressing for dinner. Again! I'd been realizing that, back in her accustomed metropolitan setting, she was far from the homebody she'd been during her week at my cabin. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly, flitting from party to party with reckless abandon, but she liked them. And she liked going out, seeing...

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CastawayChapter 37

"Put a robe on or something, Nicky, Marilyn's coming up." It was Sunday morning after one of the greatest Saturday nights I'd ever experienced. Traviata hadn't just gone over well, it had been a spectacular success. Camilla's performance had been one of those most opera-goers only dream of experiencing; during her first act I could only stand in the wings and marvel at the beauty of every note she sang, and of the stunning singer herself. Even the tenor, Forgeron, acquitted himself...

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CastawayChapter 38

Actually something good came out of the whole brouhaha, although at first I didn't recognize it. Camilla and I were sitting around the suite chatting with Asmedogh, explaining to him what had happened and why it was important in our affairs—well, mine anyway—when Marilyn called again mid-afternoon and said she was on her way back up. Asmedogh went back to his room with the cats, and in a couple of minutes Marilyn let herself back in. This time she had a smile on her face. "I think we're...

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CastawayChapter 39

I'd pretty much forgotten about the two Homeland Security guys. We hadn't heard from them again, and the week was being both busy and an unalloyed delight for me. The next two Traviatas went off without a hitch. Camilla's performances were as glorious as her first; every note she sang was like a little jewel floating through the house. Forgeron continued to complement her well, and even got a little stronger for his aria early in Act II that's supposed to delineate his character more...

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Our comfort level was back to high by the time we finished the last Traviata. It had been a tiring run, but the final performance went as well as the first; my first professional venture as a lead in a major house had been a spectacular success. We had Tuesday off, but rehearsals for Tosca began Wed­nesday and, with only two days before our first performance Friday, the press was definitely on. Minaghieri and Oliver had both arrived Tuesday. I renewed my rather brief acquaintance with the...

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CastawayChapter 41

When I entered the hotel lobby almost the first face I saw was a familiar and welcome one. "Sam!" I exclaimed in surprise. I'd got him his ticket for Friday, but I'd figured he wouldn't be in until tomorrow. "Hey, buddy," he said. He walked over, ignored my outstretched hand and gave me a big embrace. "I've been hunting for you a couple of hours, and finally some bozo condescended to tell me you were probably at the opera house rehearsing. I was about to head over to see if they'd...

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CastawayChapter 42

The call was again for 10:00, and we were all to meet in the lobby at quarter till. By the time Cam and I came down everyone was there, including Mario looking none the worse for wear, except Sam. "Come on, Sam, you're holding up the party," I muttered. "He'll be along in a minute, he just wanted to get a quick shower," Marilyn said smooth­ly. "Marilyn!" Cam said in a surprised voice. "Hey, now that you finally pulled the cork out why can't I have a little fun, too?" Marilyn...

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CastawayChapter 43

The next morning, though, her nerves seemed to be bothering her from the moment she woke up. And in fact it was probably even before, since she was up before 9:00. She virtually gulped her coffee, picked fitfully at the small fruit plate and croissant that room service had brought and finally, still in her peignoir, went over to the piano for her warm-up. For a lead singer the rule is that you do only a light warm-up the morning of a performance; you save the main exercise for about an hour...

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CastawayChapter 44

The limo took us to the opera house, and Cam and I headed in the stage door with Marilyn and Sam giving us the "break a leg" stuff. I know it's traditional theater, but that's one saying I've never warmed up to. I mean, suppose you really did? I'm not much on wishing people things I don't seriously want to happen to them. We both made it into our dressing rooms with both legs intact, though, and I could hear her starting her final, now-it's-for-real warmup as she changed into her...

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CastawayChapter 45

Mario wanted everybody to join him at his pet restaurant for an after-party. They'd agreed to stay open late for him, and he was extending the invitation pretty broadly; the compri­mari, even the chorus and the orchestra were all asked. Neither Camilla nor I were all that enthusiastic; we would have preferred to celebrate privately with Asmedogh. But it wouldn't look good for us to skip out, and ultimately the three of us along with Sam, Marilyn and Fabio got into the limo for the trip. A...

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CastawayChapter 46

When she told me I liked it a lot. So did Asmedogh, and his was the opinion that counted; it was his neck, his and his people's, on the line. My first step was to call Sam. It seemed safe enough to use the hotel line—Brown and Smith wouldn't have had time to set up a tap that quickly—but after it rang eight times with no answer I hung up in frustration. "Give it to me," Camilla said. She dialed, and after only a couple of rings I could hear the other end making muffled noises....

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CastawayChapter 47

As soon as they walked out we were all three in motion. Asmedogh would ride my chest underneath Sam's fortunately oversize jacket, out of the view of anyone we might encounter. There was a brief delay when Asmedogh realized he'd have trouble holding the beacon while clinging to me, but Cam solved that by whipping out one of her scarves and with a few quick folds fashioning a sort of holster she could strap around his waist. He stood still for her to tie it, and the now-faint scar on his...

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CastawayChapter 48

Driving back to the main highway was simple. Getting turned around so we could drive back to the main highway wasn't. The packed dirt road we'd driven down was pretty narrow. It hadn't been designed for large vehicles, and I have no idea how, when it was in active use, they'd handled things if two cars or trucks or whatever met, because they sure couldn't get by each other without running off into the loose sand. And if the rear drive wheels hit that sand you weren't getting back out...

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CastawayChapter 49

There was no more brutality after that, not to me; and Camilla was also treated, if not well, at least courteously. They separated us immediately, even taking us in to jail in different cars, and I didn't see her again for ten days. Yes, ten days, that's how long they held us. The threats of the local opera company's management and a bunch of its politically connected backers, their pleas, the loud legal noises made by the lawyers Marilyn and Sam hired for us, nothing would budge them....

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Cam didn't get to stay long, of course, only four days. She got hold of Marilyn while we were in the air—government pilots don't worry about cell phones messing up their instruments, which has always been silly, the way commercial ones do—and found she was scheduled to do a Boheme in South America. After that she'd go over to Europe for Don Carlo and Faust, and then on to New York for an extended stay at the Met. But it seemed that I had bookings too, or at least offers, when I phoned...

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