A/N: First, I'd like to thank all you amazing reviewers! Chapter Three received the most reviews with a startling number of six! (cheer) Next, I must thank Lao Who Mai for the awesome idea of (cough)intervention(cough). You'll see what I mean. And, even though this was one more page on my Word Document, this chapter is actually shorter than the last one by about 300 words. For now, read and enjoy!

Disclaimer: (blink) Umm. Nothing. I own nothing, okay? Stop bugging me about it. How many times must I say it?! (sigh)

Part Four: Intervention

Over the course of a few days Innes's recovery was smooth, but, other than that, nothing much changed. He didn't see Eirika very often. He felt more than a bit ashamed. He had nearly succumbed to the intimate temptations dancing through his head. Since that night he had a firm grip on his mind, allowing no thought to stray. The first thing he did since his . . . delay was to practice his aim. Yes, he considered his injury a delay. He strived to make up for lost ground, pain or no pain, sleep or no sleep. Many wouldn't agree to this schedule, but Innes wasn't about to lounge around when work needed to be done. He would walk out onto the shooting range every morning, afternoon, and evening while it was still light. Some days his aim was never more accurate. Some days his shoulder ached unbearably. Other days it was a mild annoyance that was shoved from his mind. The most tragic of days was when the gods seemed to be against him. Today was one such day.

It had been raining the previous night. The ground was soupy at best. The grass clung to his boots and it was a bit foggy that morning. His head felt a bit fuzzy, possibly having something to do with his poor vision. Of course, that also could be the fog's fault. In any case, Innes knew today was going to be a bad day. He could feel it.

He strung his bow like any other morning and raised it level with his shoulder. He was forced to grit his teeth like a few previous mornings. He held the bow there, balancing it in his left hand. He watched the bow quiver in his grasp with a frown. Innes lowered the bow and knocked an arrow into the rest. He drew back the string, setting an anchoring point. Closing his left eye, he gazed down the sight. He checked everything off the proper technique list mentally. Innes stood sideways, had a three fingered hold on the string, had the kisser button at the corner of his mouth, his left fingers were loose and not gripped, and he was breathing normally. He took aim and released. He held his stance even after the arrow had left the bow. Lowering the bow, Innes looked at the target with a sigh.

The arrow was imbedded two or three inches to the right of the bull's-eye.

He yanked another arrow from the quiver. Innes only took a few seconds to aim and released. Not good enough. Aim. Release. No good. Faster. Aim. Release. Faster. Aim. Release. Faster. Aim. Release. . . . Empty.

Innes groped for an arrow, but there was none. He huffed out a frustrated sigh and walked across the swampy ground to the target some forty yards out. He tugged the arrows from the stuffed target. The base of the target was a piece of wood but it was wrapped hundreds of times with thick fabric. This way the arrowhead wouldn't dull from repeated use or chip. Innes loaded the arrows back into the quiver and walked back to his spot. He shot another round, improving only by a fraction of an inch. He shot another round. And another. On his fifth round he couldn't raise the bow. His limit was twenty arrows.

Clenching his jaw and setting his bow aside, he rubbed his shoulder. Once the throbbing pain had subsided, Innes picked up his bow and walked back to Castle Frelia. He cleaned up quickly and met the girls in the dining room for breakfast. Upon arrival, Tana halted her laughter and shook her head at him. He merely smiled and took his place at the table. A servant brought him a plate of the same bland food he had been eating for months.

"Good morning," he greeted before digging into his meal.

"Good morning, Innes." Eirika replied with a small smile.

"Let me guess," Tana began, sitting back in her chair. "You didn't sleep, did you?"

Innes frowned at her. "That's a pleasant way to start the day."

She shrugged. "I'm just a bit . . . concerned. It's not healthy, Innes. You really have to stop."

"You say that like I haven't slept a wink in five days." He shook his head. "I've slept . . . some."

Tana sighed exasperatedly. "Look at you, Innes! You look like you were in a fist fight with a cyclops! You're eyes look like rubies. Every time I turn my head you're yawning. Go lie down for the rest of the day. We won't let this go on any further, right Eirika?"

The teal haired princess looked up with some surprise, as if startled from her thoughts. "Wha—? Oh. Yes, Tana, you're correct."

Tana beamed triumphantly at her brother, who simply glowered in return. "We'll keep an eye on you, Innes." Tana warned. "One step into Strenuous and we'll make sure you don't pass by Wearisome."

"Tana, I don't need a nanny. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"Yes, I know. Your splotchy eyes tell it all." Tana returned with some sarcasm.

Innes drew in a deep breath, set his silverware neatly on the table, laid his somewhat folded napkin on the near-empty plate, pushed back his chair, and exited the room without so much as a "Good day." Before leaving the range of hearing that could be considered Eavesdropping, Innes heard Eirika tell Tana, "I think you upset him."

Upset? No. Tired, frustrated, sapped of strength, worn-out, frazzled, utterly exhausted? Yes. Was he going to do anything about that? Probably not. It wasn't that he was seeking a fast trip to the infirmary, it was just the way he handled things.

At least for now.

He hoped.

He really needed to ask his father how he dealt with things like this. And he'd do it in a way that wouldn't suggest he was in desperate need of help. But not now. He had promised Karlen he would meet him after "breakfast." Innes had to admit he was a bit surprised that nothing catastrophic had happened.

Yet.

Ever since he had decided to join the night watch—which was about four nights ago—nothing horrible had happened.

Yet.

Innes knew—he knew—that something would happen someday or another. It wasn't like these "accidents" to stay away after a few tries. They always came back; sometimes sooner than expected and sometimes later than thought possible. But they came back nonetheless. Was there any stopping it? He wondered that every minute of every day. If only the "mishaps" would stop then maybe Frelia might actually be able to rebuild.

"What have we got scheduled today, Karlen?" Innes asked the man as he walked up to him.

"Just the usual, King Innes." He replied soberly. "The men are back to working on the orphan home." The man released an explosive sigh. "I can't help but feel this isn't going fast enough."

"The feeling is mutual, Karlen, I assure you."

The chief architect nodded. "They've worked harder than ever. It's probably a result of your injury." Karlen grinned at him. "I see you've lost your sling."

"I couldn't bear the blasted thing any longer." Innes replied with a lopsided smile.

"Karlen! Chief Karlen!" a voice cried out. A lean, muscled man with long chocolate brown hair and deep azure eyes ran forward. "Karlen! Chief! Ka—King Innes, sir!" The man brought himself to an abrupt halt and looked at Innes a bit bewilderedly. "Ah . . . Chief. We, uh, I mean, Daven—" The man couldn't seem to keep a clear focus with his King standing there.

"Go on," Innes prompted with enough firmness to snap him out of his stuttering.

"Right. Chief Karlen, Daven says the stairway in the tower is done and the door is ready to be open. He sent me here first to check with you, to see if it was all right to enter." The man said, glancing between Karlen and Innes.

The chief architect nodded smartly. "Good. I'll go up myself and—" He looked over at Innes. "Would you like to do the honors of opening the tower room, sire?"

"Yes, I would like to see the room personally."

Innes faced the battered, charred wooden door. The metal handle had been smashed off at some time or another and the hinges looked a bit frail. Innes placed a few fingers into the hole left by the handle and lifted the latch inside manually. He pushed gently against the door and took a startled step back when the wood fell to the floor with a splintering crash. Innes stepped over the new wreckage and entered the room. He stood at its center and pivoted, taking in a panoramic view.

The stone bore scorch marks, as if a fire had been set. All of the tapestries that once hung from the walls—proudly bearing the history of the Frelian Stone with masterful needlework—had been reduced to ashy piles. There were a few holes in the ceiling—not to mention the floor. He noted briefly the few rotted bodies of brave and loyal Frelian guards upon the floor, their armor seeming too big for their decaying carcasses. Their weapons could be found not too far from them. He walked slowly over to the altar that once had presented the gleaming polished stone was cracked and crumbling. He touched the chipped marble and closed his eyes.

Caellach, the famed Tiger Eye, had stood in the same place not all that long ago. He had touched the Sacred Stone with his unworthy hands, tainted with the lives of countless soldiers. The Tiger Eye's sword or axe had probably dripped with the blood of the guards that now lay only feet from Innes. Caellach hadn't been a man of mercy. Caellach had been a man of hatred and cruelty. Caellach had been a formidable foe with well rounded skills. Caellach hadn't known the difference between right or wrong. Caellach hadn't seen the madness of his Emperor's orders. And now Caellach lied somewhere in the sands of Jehanna, swallowed by a white, shifting sea of searing heat.

Innes opened his eyes to touch the place where the Stone could have been resting. It was no longer there, having been crushed by Caellach's hand. He turned back to the workers who where standing hesitantly at the door with grim faces. He looked back on the fallen guards. He would make it his personal responsibility to contact the families of the guards, return their armor and weapons, and say the necessary words to honor their lives and memory.

He took a deep breath and walked back to the doorway. "You can begin." He told Karlen.

Eirika wandered her way into Innes's study. Maybe wandered wasn't the correct term. She more or less snuck into his study to continue her work—helping Innes complete his work. Her days were a bit boring with Innes wandering about Frelia. After the first couple days a pattern was developed. First he would rise early in the morning to practice on his bow for an hour or two. Then he'd have a quick breakfast and disappear outside to meet with Karlen. After a few hours touring the construction sites, he made his way over to the headmistress of the soon-to-be completed orphanage. He wouldn't stay long and would move onto the bakeries and eateries. He visited a new one every day. Then he would come back to the castle for a meal. But that was only when he remembered. Then he'd go back out and practice with his bow again for another hour. After that he would meet with the officials of the different committees. That would take up a good portion of the afternoon. Then he would return to the castle to work on his papers. He would lock himself in this study until supper—or when Tana or Eirika pounded on his door until he reluctantly came out. And if it was light enough outside he'd practice again.

How did she know this?

She had paid a little orphan boy about ten years of age to follow him.

While Innes was out for hours on end, Eirika spent her time reading over every document in his desk drawers. With every page she read she only grew more and more distressed over Frelia's predicament. She organized his papers and sketched out her own notes to solve a few of his problems. She worked on forging his neat, clear script. When she found a set of characters that could pass off for Innes's handwriting on a stressed day, she copied her notes and suggestions in a discreet way.

She knew Innes would be furious if he found out. But she wouldn't let him. He was too worn down and foggy-headed to notice anyway. He had too much weight on his shoulders as it was. She was just helping him bear a little bit of it. Tana didn't even know about her help. Eirika hoped Tana would remain busy with her daily princess duties and not bother to go searching for her. She wasn't so confident about Tana's agenda, but she hoped she would remain lucky.

She reviewed her notes from the day before and quickly jotted down a few ideas that had occurred to her throughout the day. She stared at the piece of parchment before her for a few minutes, scanning her mind for any other possible solutions. Finding none, she carefully copied her words onto another piece of paper in Innes's forged hand.

She nearly ruined her work when a guard from his post at the castle gates began shouting outside. Furrowing her brow with curiosity, Eirika set the quill down and walked over to the window. Unfortunately, she couldn't see from this vantage point. She stowed her notes and other materials carefully in their appropriate places before hurrying downstairs to see who the visitor was. Striding down the hall she heard his voice before she saw him.

"Brother?! Ephraim, what are you doing here?"

He looked over at her with a wry grin. "What? No 'Good to see you'?"

Eirika crossed the room. "I'm sorry. I just didn't expect to see you here." She frowned. "If you're here, who is overseeing Renais?"

He held up his hands in a "slow down" motion. "It's all right. I left Father's old advisor, Febrian, in charge. I don't plan on staying long, so everything is under control."

"You aren't here to rile Innes, are you?" she asked teasingly.

"No," He said with a too innocent expression. She arched an eyebrow. "I'm not!" he said more firmly.

She grinned. "Have you come to say hello to Tana?"

"No . . ." he said slowly, adopting the nervous, unconvincing straight face.

"She's around back, practicing with Syrene and Vanessa." Eirika told him anyway with a knowing smirk.

"I will . . . keep that note in mind." He adverted his eyes for a moment, fighting down a small smile. He cleared his throat. "No, I came because of the request for Renais soldiers to be sent to Frelia. I felt that something was going on, something bad. I came to see what was occurring . . . and maybe to say a brief hello to Tana."

Eirika fought hard to keep a wide grin from her lips. "Well, yes, there is something going on in Frelia." She said, growing sober. "The, ah, accidents are increasing and Frelia is going through a food shortage." She grasped her brother's arm. "Come, I'll tell you all about it somewhere more private."

As she led him to her temporary room, he lowered his voice and asked, "I assume this is a hushed matter?"

She nodded. "Innes doesn't want any of . . . this leaking to the public. He thinks that would make things a bit . . . messy." Eirika closed her door behind her and took a seat on her bed.

Ephraim chose to sit at her desk, turning the chair towards her. "I take it Innes asked you here to spare himself the ridicule from his rival?" he asked with a slightly amused tone.

She hesitated. ". . . Yes, but don't let him know that you know what's happening."

"I won't say a word as long as you tell me what's going on." He gave her a keen look. "And I'm mean everything."

Everything? An image of Innes, so close to her, flashed through her mind. She bit her lips together.

"Eirika? You're blushing."

She looked up at him quickly. "Am I? No, I think it's a bit stuffy in here. I would open a window, but you never know what kind of birds will perch at your sill."

He crossed his arms. "I won't fall for that, Sister dear. Come on, out with it."

Eirika decided to take the conversation into safer territory and began to Ephraim everything. Everything about the sabotage, that is. She started from her arrival at Castle Frelia and outlined everything that had occurred so far, exempting only a few details she'd rather not mention to her brother. Needless to say, she was careful with her explanation about Innes's injury. She admitted her daily hobby of sneaking behind everyone's backs to continue her progress on Innes's paperwork. She went into detail about the food supply and the homeless orphans. When Eirika was finished, she hugged a pillow to her chest and watched her brother's face as he took in all of the information.

"It certainly sounds like Innes is having trouble." He commented. "So, has he fully recovered from the . . . accident?"

She shook her head. "No, I don't think he has. It's not just physically; he pushes himself every morning to strengthen his arm. I think Innes may believe he needs to fix everything. And the truth is: he can't." She looked up at Ephraim, pleading for sympathy for the silver eyed King of Frelia. "It's so sad to see him in the state he's pressed himself into. He can barely take care of himself, let alone his entire kingdom."

Ephraim watched her quietly, drawing a few private conclusions that he'd rather not think about right then. "I think Innes needs help in learning a lesson." He mused aloud.

"Which would that be?"

"I know the rules about rivalry say that adversaries shouldn't help one another, but . . . I think Innes is in desperate need of a certain lesson." He continued. "I learned the same lesson not long ago. I've come to terms with the fact I can't cure every ailment, repair every ruin, fix every problem, or settle every argument."

"Does that mean you'll help him . . . and not taunt him?" Eirika asked.

"No one is perfect, Eirika. Every man has his faults. Innes's just happens to be responsibility issue. He believes he's responsible for everything, that he carries the weight of the world—or at least the weight of his kingdom." Ephraim nodded. "Yes, I'll help him."

Eirika beamed. "Oh, thank you, Brother!"

"Now," He shot her a firm look. "Tell me what else has been bothering you."

She blinked. "What?" Her fingers unconsciously began twisting themselves into the fringes on the pillowcase.

"Eirika, I may be accused of being a blind man, but I'm your brother—your twin—and you can't hide everything from me. You would be better off confessing everything right now than letting me find out in my own ways." He warned.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered, gripping the pillow in her hands, her heart beating a little faster.

"You do, Eirika." He said composedly. "You know what I'm talking about. You don't need to hide your affections for a certain man any longer."

She felt her eyes widen. "A—Affections? Wh—What affections?"

He smiled thinly. "For Innes?"

"Oh," She watched him closely. Ephraim didn't look too happy about this. She had better play it safe. "It's really nothing, Ephraim. You needn't worry."

"It's my job as the older twin to worry."

"Older by a few minutes." She mumbled into the pillow.

"But older nonetheless." He insisted. He sat beside her on the bed and tugged the pillow away from her mouth. "Now, tell me what about Innes has you all knotted up." he ordered gently while placing an arm around her shoulders.

"What do you mean by 'all knotted up'? I'm not knotted up. How can you tell if I'm knotted up?" She mumbled out the questions quickly as her mind drew lines and tried to find a loophole around this.

"Eirika, you greeted me like I was an unwanted mongrel wandering back for a free meal."

"I did not!"

He smiled gently at her. "Since when have you demanded my business for being anywhere? Without a greeting?"

"Ah . . . point taken." She sighed her defeat. "All right. I'm just a bit concerned—oh, fine. I'm really concerned about Innes thinking he's not worthy of me."

Ephraim raised an eyebrow. "Oh, he does, does he? He thinks he's not good enough? And this is clearly disturbing you. I'm sure you haven't said anything to him about this." He paused and seemed to think things over. "Mm-hm. Right."

She saw the conspiratorial look in his eyes. "Oh, Ephraim, you aren't going to hurt him, are you?"

He looked at her with a bit of surprise. "Hurt him? No. I'm just going to . . . teach him a lesson." He saw her dubious look. "A lesson about worthiness, Eirika." He added quickly.

"If you say so . . ."

"Now, Eirika, do you really doubt your brother? No, don't answer that. Let's not get off-track. Innes doesn't feel worthy enough to love you, am I right?"

"Yes, and it's your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yes," she said firmly. "You've got him thinking that I couldn't possibly love another man when the perfect man is my brother. He thinks he has to prove himself to both you and me in order to win my love. It's . . . maddening!"

"Ah, I see." He pursed his lips into a thoughtful expression and bobbed his head slightly. "I'll be sure to tell him this."

"Just . . . don't be mean and overprotective about it. I hate it when you get like that." She said quietly.

"I won't." he promised. He stood and took a few steps toward the door. "If this is settled for now, there is someone I'd like to see . . . if you don't mind, that is."

Eirika quirked a corner of her mouth. "No, go on. Go to her."

He smiled, reaching for the doorknob. Ephraim opened the door and went to step out.

". . . Brother?"

He paused. "Yes?"

"You never told me if you approve of this. I know Innes is your rival and all . . ."

He turned to face her. "Eirika, as long as you both are happy and he treats my little sister right, I don't have a problem with it." Ephraim said. "Sure it will be hard to adjust to at first, but . . . I'll be content if you're happy."

Eirika beamed and hurried to give her brother a hug. "Thank you." she said into his ear.

Innes rubbed the back of his neck as he walked through the castle gate. His eyes felt gritty and he smothered a jaw-cracking yawn. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. And he still had a whole afternoon and evening left to get through. For once, he was actually looking forward to the two hours of sleep that had become the norm. Now that he allowed himself to think of such luxuries, his stomach alerted him about the concept of food. And for once he wasn't swamped with the guilt of failure. He didn't think about how others were starving right along with him. Right now he just thought back to the hot plentiful meals. But now midday meal was scant and quite tasteless in spite of the spices Alenn used.

When he walked into the castle, he was stopped by a green eyed maid. "Sire, your company is waiting for you in the sitting room." She said.

He frowned. "Company?"

"Yes sire, company. King Ephraim of Renais arrived nearly an hour ago." The brunette young woman responded.

He hid his surprise with a smooth nod. "Thank you Jetawny." He said quietly.

The maid nodded and went on her way. Ephraim? Why is he here? Innes walked to the sitting room with a frown. If Ephraim was here, it couldn't be good. Maybe Eirika invited him here? But, wouldn't she discuss that with him first? It wasn't like Ephraim to come unexpectedly without a request sent ahead of time. Innes walked into the cozy room.

It was large with a wood fireplace against one wall. Various couches and chairs sat around the room with a long and low cherry table in the center. A decorative rug lied beneath the table and a couple more braided rugs lied beneath the furniture on the polished wood floor. A few large windows were placed strategically where the rising and setting sun's light would shine into the room. A few artful tapestries hung against the walls, scattered tastefully with a few paintings. The colors were relaxing, meant to soothe a person after a tiring day. Innes often found himself in this room, sitting in the plush chair beneath a window that let in the full moon's light, at the very end of his busy day. And, seated in the very chair that Innes considered "his", was his rival.

"Ephraim, what brings you here?" he asked coolly.

"A request for Renais soldiers brought me here." The teal eyed man answered calmly.

"The request is perfectly legal. There's nothing unlawful about it. Eirika approved and said you would as well." Innes said in his defense, walking closer.

"Oh, I know. That's perfectly all right with me." He paused and gave Innes a meaningful look. "I would have left by now if it were not for a few . . . interesting things my sister has told me."

Innes's brow furrowed. "What 'interesting' things?"

"Innes," Ephraim's expression changed from challenging to something akin to compassionate. "You don't have to feel responsible for every mistake in your kingdom. As a fellow king new to the throne, I would like to give you some advice."

His frown deepened. "Advice? Ephraim, I don't need your help, particularly concerning my kingdom. I do not need to listen to you mock me on how superior you are to me as a king. I—"

"Innes," Ephraim cut in. "That is not what I'm trying to do. I can see you need some help. You think everything that goes wrong is your fault, right?"

"That is—"

"You believe that you must help your people at all costs, even if it means your health—possibly your life."

"I don't—"

"You feel that with every person's suffering, you should pay for it."

"I—"

"You know it's your fault because you're the one who is supposed to lead those people, correct? If you fail them, then you shouldn't be worthy of carrying the title 'King.' Am I right?"

"I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You don't? Well, I'm sure you feel unworthy of knowing a woman's love, right? You feel that no woman could possibly love you; you're too tainted by the burdens of your people. Isn't that right, Innes?"

The said king frowned and bit the inside of his cheek. His mind was issuing a tug-of-war with rationality and pride. For once, rationality won. "All right! Fine! What you say is true! I'm a failure! Is that what you wanted hear?! I can't do a damn thing for my people because everything I touch falls to ruins! My people are starving. Construction workers are dying. I'm over my head in typical paperwork that comes with that accursed title. There are homeless children running amok. There are thieves pilfering anything of value to survive. And I'm pretty sure there is a saboteur among my people! Not to mention the fact that I can't love Eirika with my sparkling history of error. If I can't support my people, how can I support a wife—a family? I try and I try, but nothing I do seems to make a difference! I'm at the end of my rope, Ephraim, and all I can do now is plummet to the bottom. Can I do anything right?!"

Ephraim stood from the chair and crossed the room to where Innes was standing. "Innes," he said, stopping Innes's rant.

"What?" he demanded irritably.

"Goodnight,"

"Good—what?!"

But his question wasn't going to be answered. Ephraim landed a solid punch to Innes's jaw, sending the ash haired prince, flailing, to the wood floor. Innes cracked his head off the floor with a loud, hollow smack. Stars burst behind his eyes and pain radiated throughout his head. He was dragged forcibly into unconsciousness.

"Ephraim!" Eirika exclaimed from the doorway to the sitting room. "You said you wouldn't hurt him!" She had been eavesdropping on them since Innes had entered the room. There was no way she was going to miss this.

"I didn't hurt him!" He protested and then glanced down at his rival's still form. "Much." He added.

Eirika huffed out a breath and crouched beside Innes. She felt the side of his head, checking to make sure the fall hadn't split his scalp.

Ephraim just shook his head. "He's got a thick skull, Eirika. I doubt he's seriously injured." He remarked with a small smirk.

Eirika sent him a glare. "Ephraim, you didn't have to go so far as to actually hit him!" she shouted.

Her brother shrugged. "He was hysterical, Sister. He was rambling on and on in quite a mad fashion. I wasn't about to let him reduce himself to a raving imbecile. I'm not a violent man, but it was the fastest way to incapacitate him." He uncrossed his arms and joined Eirika on the floor. "Besides, you can't say he didn't need the rest."

She nodded grudgingly. "I suppose you're right about that."

Ephraim hoisted one of Innes's arms over his shoulder and half dragged the Frelian King over to the couch. He settled Innes there and looked over at his sister. "I saw the condition he was in. He was going to burn himself out sooner or later. I simply cut to the chase in a safer environment than the construction sites or the streets of Frelia. Would you honestly prefer him to be spread-eagle in the middle of the road? Or fallen from a great height? I think the wooden floor in Castle Frelia is a safer place than anywhere else he goes."

"You're right about that too." She said with a sigh. Eirika pulled a decorative, but warm, quilt from the back of the couch and covered Innes with it. She brushed aside his bangs and touched the darkening red fist mark on the side of his face. "I hope he has some sense in him now, being hit and all . . ." Eirika directed a look at her brother who smiled sheepishly. "If he doesn't change for the better, I'll have to make him change." She said firmly.

A/N: Hee. I had so much fun with this chappie. As soon as I read "outside intervention" in Lao Who Mai's review, I knew what I had to do. And I think I did a good job with it. Oh, and as you can see, this fic is far from over. Okay, so I lied. This fis is not going to be four chapters, but at least five. (It might be more though . . .) Well, anyway, please review and tell me how much you love it--not me! Okay, Innes?

Innes: Fine. As long as you aren't taking my share of being arrogant.

Oh, I won't, I promise.

Innes: Good.

Review please!