Robbie crept quietly into Robyn's bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. Kit had been right when he said that sharing a bed with Robyn was like sharing a bed with an octopus, her arms and legs were everywhere. She'd spread herself out in her sleep and there was no bedfellow to hinder her movements, Kit had spent the night in the airship to respect the age old tradition and prevent any bad luck.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting the cup on the night stand Robbie brushed his daughter's tousled hair from her face. "Wakey, wakey. It's time to get up Robyn."

"What time is it?" Robyn grumbled in response.

"It's eleven o'clock."

Robyn's eyes shot open and she almost jumped out of bed in shock, she was due to get married at noon and wouldn't be ready in time. Looking at the clock on her nightstand she breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed it was only six am. Hearing her father laughing at her she turned round and frowned at him.

"That was a dirty trick."

Robbie shrugged, "It worked didn't it? When you're ready breakfast is on the table. I made your favourite, boiled meg and jolbers."

"For a minute I thought you'd made me basgetti and mato saw." Laughed Robyn recalling the names she used to give her favourite food when she was too young to pronounce them properly.

After giving Robyn a kiss on the forehead Robbie left her to make a start on his breakfast.

Kit stood in front of the mirror and studied himself. In his Stone coloured tuxedo with a white shirt and a grey waistcoat he looked rather dapper. His hair was tied back in a ponytail and on his head he wore a cream coloured hat which went with his suit. He'd protested against wearing black by saying that he was getting married and not going to a funeral. Ché had joked that there wasn't much difference.

"You're hogging the mirror," Sportacus said trying for the sixth time to see himself.

Kit turned round to look at the man dressed similarly to himself, "you only had to ask to use it. Tell me something, am I doing the right thing?"

"Uh oh, I thought you were being a little too calm. Do you love Robyn?"

"Yes."

"Does she love you?"

"Obviously."

"And you want to spend the rest of your life with her, right?"

"Well yes. I'm not wearing this suit for the fun of it."

"So where's the problem? You don't need to be nervous, there's nothing to be worried about.

When Kit wasn't looking Sportacus pressed play on a very cleverly concealed stereo Robyn had lent him. She'd found a song which would remind Kit exactly what he was doing today and why:

'You're a song
Written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong cause
This might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place
Where all my thoughts go hiding
And right under your clothes
Is where I find them

Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey

Because of you
I forgot the smart ways to lie
Because of you
I'm running out of reasons to cry
When the friends are gone
When the party's over
We will still belong to each other

Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey

For being such a good girl honey

I love you more than all that's on the planet
Movin' talkin' walkin' breathing
You know it's true
Oh baby it's so funny
You almost don't believe it
As every voice is hanging from the silence
Lamps are hanging from the ceiling
Like a lady tied to her manners
I'm tied up to this feeling

Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey

For being such a good girl honey'

Kit smiled and hugged Sportacus. Even though there was no such thing Kit called him his 'uncle-in-law' to which Sportacus responded by calling Kit his 'nephew-in-law'. Both men got ready to leave for Greentown Gardens. It was almost time to go and Ziggy would arrive soon.

Twelve o'clock came and everyone was waiting for the bride to arrive. Kit looked incredibly cool about the whole thing but Ziggy could tell he was terrified. For his part Kit couldn't bear to look over his shoulder to look at the congregation and almost fainted when the music started. Turning round slowly he saw his bride walking up the aisle towards him.

Robyn's dress was made of the finest lilac taffeta. It was both backless and strapless and flowed around her. Her hair was tied back in a rather complicated looking style and was off her face and neck. In her hands she held a bouquet of flowers. The bride herself looked a little nervous and Kit could see she was struggling to keep a straight face.

When the congregation had seated themselves after Robyn's procession down the aisle the chaplain started the ceremony, "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Sergei and Robyn in matrimony, which is commended to be honourable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly – but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

Everyone looked about but no one spoke the chaplain was about to continue when the doors at the back of the room were thrown open, a man who looked to be in his late forties stepped into the room. He had long dark brown hair and a long bushy beard to match. His dark brown eyes pierced everyone he gazed upon.

"I have an objection to this wedding." The man said in a thick Russian accent.

"Who are you?" asked the chaplain disturbed by the man's presence.

The man smiled, "Grigori Kitchlovsky, Sergei's father."

A plethora of gasps went up from the congregation. Robyn looked to Kit who was staring at Grigori with an unreadable expression on his face.