Daring to Dream
Chapter 22
Making Good, One's Escape
Prince Corin of Archenland had had a very peculiar day. After finally managing to escape from The Watch for the night, he had scaled the side of the house they were staying in and tumbled into the large communal drawing room on the first floor.
It was there that he had had the greatest surprise. A boy had been lying upon one of the sofas. Dirty, scrawny and dressed in rags, but undoubtedly very similar to himself. He had stared at the boy for a full half minute before being asked by his apparent twin if he was Prince Corin.
In bemusement, he had stated that he was and then discovered that this boy had been mistaken for him! In truth, he hadn't been at all surprised because the more he stared at this stranger, the more he was struck by how great the resemblance was. But then, instead of staying to have some fun, the boy had been most urgent to leave. Corin had only had time to explain how he had entered through the window, before the boy had departed, leaving only a row of dusty foot prints as proof that he had ever been there.
Corin had only just taken a seat upon the sofa when Mr Tumnus came in carrying a change of clothes and a jug of something. He had just started sorting the items he had brought when he took a good look at the prince's face.
"Your highness!" he exclaimed. "How did you come by that black eye? I am certain I didn't miss it when I brought you your meal."
Corin couldn't help laughing. "It wasn't me that King Edmund found, Mr Tumnus! It was my twin! You just missed him."
The faun stared. "Your twin, Prince Corin?"
"Yes. I'm not surprised King Edmund thought that he was me. We do look very alike. But he told me that he was raised in Calormen and is escaping across the desert with a talking horse called Bree."
"A talking horse called Bree? Raised in Calormen?"
Poor Mr Tumnus was very confused as he tried to take it all in.
"So it wasn't your highness that I brought the meal to?"
Corin shook his head. "No, it was a Calormen boy who looked like me. Could you please bring me something to eat, Mr Tumnus? I haven't eaten since yesterday luncheon you know."
Quickly, the prince shared his own experience of the past twenty-four hours and was surprised by how grave the normally merry faun grew at the news.
"I say, Mr Tumnus, is everything alright?"
The faun smiled distractedly at the prince before rising. "Everything is fine, my prince. You just lie here and rest. I'll have one of the servants bring you another tray. It would be a good idea for you to wash and change out of those clothes as well, we will be travelling sooner rather than later."
After leaving the prince to his ablutions, Mr Tumnus quickly made his way to the king's chamber. He found King Edmund in the middle of a conversation with Master Tirshan and waited for them to finish.
It had been a difficult twelve hours as excuses had been made for missing that day's activities. As well as trying to put on a decent enough show to convince every Calormene that they were indeed planning a great festivity on board the Splendour Hyaline the following day. Edmund was currently in discussion about the number of dancing girls required.
"Your highness, I would recommend that you order at least twenty."
"I believe that you think our ship to be larger than it truly is, Master Tirshan. We do not have a large enough space below decks to accommodate more than ten dancers comfortably, twelve at the most."
"Why not have the spectacle take place on deck, your majesty? Has the poet not said that diversion for the eye should always be appreciated to the greatest extent?"
The king sighed. "Very well, Master Tirshan. But please, order no more than fifteen dancing girls. We will arrange to have their performance on deck alongside the jugglers."
Their host bowed deeply, unable to hide his smug smile. "To hear is to obey, my lord king. I shall make the arrangements."
He swept from the room in a flurry of expensive silks and a strong waft of musky scent. After taking a moment to wipe his eyes with a handkerchief, Mr Tumnus approached the king.
Edmund gave a knowing smile. "It seems that Master Tirshan can never resist the temptation to haggle, regardless of the situation. What is wrong, Tumnus?" He had noticed the faun's frown.
As quickly as he could, Mr Tumnus shared his conversation with the prince.
The king was deeply concerned. "Do you think he is a Calormene spy?"
The faun shrugged. "I do not know, my king. But I believe that we must make as swift a departure as possible. In truth, I do not believe he can be. Your meeting was so by chance; he also spoke of wishing to escape across the desert with a talking horse."
Edmund nodded. "I agree, but we must step up our plans. Please be so good as to inform her majesty the queen and Lord Peridan about this turn of events. We must move with every possible speed to depart."
Tumnus bowed and quickly left.
"Truly, your lordship, you will find no sweeter delight this side of Mount Pire," the confectioner fawned as he once more bowed low before Peridan.
The Narnian lord was at his fifth stall of the day, this time sampling sweetmeats and an array of confectionary. The stall owner was cloyingly obsequious as he suggested various samples for him to try.
"No feast would be complete without a large selection of miniature pastries, my lord," he stated.
Peridan thanked him and sampled a mouthful of several delicacies. They were all a variation of sugared nuts and honeyed fruits. Far more palatable to him than some of the proffered treats which had oozed syrup and proven sickeningly sweet.
"How much for a hundred of each sample on this tray?" he inquired.
The confectioner named his price. Peridan knew it was exorbitant but agreed. It would be just as well to recompense the common Calormene folk for their efforts, regardless of whether the event was to take place.
After leaving the bowing confectioner behind him, Peridan decided that he had made his presence obvious enough that day. He had placed several large orders and made the down payment. Now he was eager to return to the house and finish the preparations for leaving.
Although he abhorred artifice like all his kinsman, he also understood the necessity and was able to put of a more believable performance after years as an ambassador. He had long perfected what Edmund called his 'courtier's mask'. The ability of keep a pleasant smile on his face when his inner emotion was very different. It was a skill that had many times enabled him to escape from embarrassing and uncomfortable social situations.
It was for this very reason that he had been sent out to visibly 'make orders' and add to the illusion of their 'great feast' which was to place aboard the ship. He turned to his small group of followers and stated his intent to return home. The relief was palpable, though not clearly visible if you had not known. He nodded to the guide who went ahead of them, crying loudly for space to be made in the crowd for "the barbarian lords of the North".
Peridan followed with an inward sigh. He would certainly not miss being referred to as a 'barbarian' and it would be a relief to walk amongst others without be stared at.
In fact, what he most anticipated was walking through the forest once more and hearing the waves on the shore. He smiled with pleasure at the thought of sharing these things with Karna and showing her his homeland.
She had not been far from his thoughts that day. If possible, she had seemed more alarmed than the rest at the discovery of their plan. Every moment convinced her that she would be seen by a friend of her stepfather's.
The thought cooled the smile on his face and caused a lengthening of stride as he moved towards the house. Every moment making his more urgent to leave this land.
Once within the cool of the entrance hall, Peridan privately chastised himself for growing alarmed and strode of to find King Edmund. He found the him and Mr Tumnus deep in conversation and was soon told of Prince Corin's revelation. The warning was enough to concern them and plans were immediately made to move all the womenfolk and Prince Corin to the Splendour Hyaline at once.
"I will explain the need for urgency to her majesty," the king said. "I believe Miss Karna is with her, if you would like to come?"
Peridan nodded and they quickly entered the queen's chamber. It was a relief to find that the only occupants were the queen, her maid Flora, Karna and the panther guard Dell. Susan was sorting jewellery when they entered and looked up in alarm. Relief flooded her face at the sight of her brother.
"Oh Edmund!" she exclaimed. "I have been so fearful. We aren't sure how to make it seem as though we are only leaving the house for a night. Do you think it wise to leave a few items in the cupboard as a ruse?"
The king considered, "I believe that would be wise, Su. What think you, Peridan?"
The lord nodded. "I would think it a wise move, your highness. Have you two of three gowns that you would not mind leaving?"
The queen nodded. "I have a few. Flora, would you please see to it?"
The maid nodded in reply, her face lacking its normal merriness. It seemed that even Flora's unquenchable positivity was affected by the same dread that held them all.
Peridan glanced at Karna and saw the fear in her face. She had a cloth in her hands that she kept twisting. She almost seemed to be staring into space.
He approached quietly and touched her arm. Karna jumped slightly at the unexpected touch but looked up with undoubtable relief. He took her hand.
"Are you alright?" he murmured.
Karna's fear softened at the concern in his eyes and she managed a weak smile. "No more than anyone else," she replied. "I think we will all feel more at ease when we have left this place."
He nodded. "We will be moving you all within the hour. You will be travelling in the queen's litter."
She nodded but did not reply. Peridan saw the lingering fear in her face and touched her cheek.
"What is it, Karna?"
"How will I be able to travel safely, Peridan? You know every eye will be upon the queen when she leaves. If she has a Calormen attendant, it will make me all the more obvious to the public eye."
"What if the curtains were drawn?"
"None would draw the curtains on such a day."
He frowned. She had a point. Gently placing her hand in the crook on his arm, he led her to join the others.
"My lord king, we have a problem."
The king turned with a frown. "What is it, my lord?"
"How are we to get Miss Karna out of the house and on to the ship without her being seen? She cannot attend Queen Susan, because her majesty's train is always watched and carefully observed wherever she goes."
"What if Karna was to travel incognito?" the queen suggested.
"How do you mean, Su?" her brother enquired.
"I understand that Master Timeon has offered her a home with him?"
They all nodded.
"Then why doesn't she travel by Master Timeon's side to the ship with her face covered and make her way aboard when no-one else is looking? She will be easily missed in the flurry of my departure."
Peridan was unable to help himself as he strode over to hug the queen. "Susan, that is brilliant," he stated. "Thank you."
Surprised, the queen laughed and hugged him back. "I have been known to have good ideas occasionally, Peridan," she replied.
The lord flushed and made to apologise but was quickly waved off by the laughing young woman. Karna stared opened-mouthed at the easy familiarity with which they interacted. They seemed more like siblings than a queen and her ambassador at that moment. She had never seen nobility act in such a manner.
King Edmund took in her shocked expression and laughed. "I'm afraid you have shocked poor Karna with your familiarity," he said.
Peridan and Susan both turned to Karna with a smile.
"You must forgive our informality, Karna," the queen stated. "But you must remember that we have been together since we were youngsters. Our interaction in Narnia is very different to the formal manner with which we conduct ourselves on formal state occasions."
"We have even been known to address each other without our titles during dinners of state," Peridan interjected. The queen smiled but Karna was amazed. She had barely even had such familiarity with her mother and sisters, but to see it between royalty! It seemed that Narnia was a very different land to Calormen indeed!
The rest of the hour was one of careful orchestration as Queen Susan's trunks were carried down and preparations made for her departure. Karna was permitted to change back into her old dress (which had been cleaned) and was pleased to have Master Timeon's company for the final journey.
The older man smiled kindly at her and reassured her that she would come to no harm in his company.
"I have a better knowledge of the back streets thanks to our wanderings," he reassured her. Karna nodded. "I can't tell you how happy I was to hear about your decision," he added gruffly. "I'll have to set about clearing out a room for you."
"A room?" she queried.
"A young lady needs her privacy, Karna and I have two spare rooms beside my own. You can have your choice of which you will prefer."
Karna stared. "A room of my own?" she queried.
Timeon nodded, "Aye. A room and bed of your own."
She was silent for a long moment as the reality sunk in. She was to not only have a new home, but her own bed and ever a room of her own. She was so overcome that she didn't dare to speak. Timeon watched her quietly, allowing her to gather her composure.
When she did speak, however, it was not what he was expecting. "Why?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What, lass?"
"Why, Master Timeon?"
"Why what, Karna?"
"Why are you doing this for me?"
The older man was quiet for a long time before he answered her.
"For many reasons, lass. Firstly, for you, but also for me and lastly for my Gwen."
"But Timeon, I'm not your daughter."
"I know that Karna and I'd never want you to think that I'm trying to make you into her or replace her. But you remind me of her so much. I miss having a young life about the house and I'd appreciate the company, lass. Also don't think that you have to live with me. We'll have a trial when we get to Narnia. It might be that you prefer the company of the young folk up at Cair Paravel over my simple way of living."
Karna smiled. "Simple is the only way I know, Master Timeon."
"Best to cut that 'Master Timeon' out of your vocabulary then, lass. If simple is the only way you know then I'll only ever be Timeon and you'll only ever be Karna. How does that sound?"
"Ideal, Timeon," she replied. The older man nodded and gave her a quick pat upon the shoulder.
Karna waited quietly in the study as the household bustled about, moving possessions and belongings. Eventually, Peridan came and ushered them quickly down a side entrance. He handed Karna the shawl and wrapped it securely around her shoulders. For an endless moment, he held her in his arms and stared into her face.
"I'll see you in a couple of hours," he promised. "Timeon will keep you safe. Just promise me that you'll keep your face hidden and never leave his side."
"I promise," she whispered.
He cupped her face in his hand, unable or unwilling to look away. Karna too was incapable of breaking eye-contact.
"You will be careful," she murmured.
"I will," he assured her. She held her hand against the one that held her cheek. They might have stood there for a long time if Timeon had not cleared his throat.
"We must leave," he stated.
Peridan nodded and kissed her forehead tenderly. Karna reached up a hand to stroke his cheek. He closed his eyes at the contact.
"I'll see you soon," he said as Timeon led the way out on to the street.
Then, they were gone.
Karna's head was awhirl as they moved quickly through the backstreets, passing from one crowd to the next as they wove steadily through the city towards the river. She had never been to the main docklands of Calormen and her curiosity was active. At the same time, she could still feel the touch of Peridan's lips upon her forehead, the stroke of his hand upon her cheek. It was all so new and … thrilling.
Timeon said little as he led the way. He was intent upon their destination and his mission to try and pass as unsuspiciously as possible through the streets. He also had his face covered by the hood of his cloak and tried to act as naturally as possible as they moved across a more open market square. His main concern was how to get Karna past the guards that monitored the traffic heading to and from the port.
He was still undecided about what he would say when they paused to let a great procession through.
"Way, Way for the Tarkheena Lasaraleen, noblewoman of Tashbaan! Wife of Captain …"
He stopped paying attention as the retinue passed, but he made sure to clasp Karna's hand tightly and lead her away from the curious eyes of a stall holder opposite. They were now about half way to the docklands and he was unsure of the turning. He took them to a passageway and stopped a passing urchin.
"Which direction to the docklands?" he demanded.
The child stared at him before holding up a grubby palm. Timeon quickly placed a copper coin into it.
"Follow me, sir," the boy said and started to lead the way. "For another copper I can get you past the guards, sir. Seems as though you wish to keep your identity hidden."
"Do you know a way, boy?"
The boy regarded him shrewdly and nodded. "Owner of a tavern lets me use her back yard as a passage, master. It backs on to the docklands and you can sneak through a gap in the fence."
Timeon exchanged a glance with Karna. "What do you think?" he asked.
Karna regarded the boy carefully. "What's your name, lad?" she asked.
"Mushta, Miss," he replied.
"If you fulfil your word we will not only give you another copper but buy you dinner at the tavern for a week if you promise that you will not speak a word about our transaction to anyone. Do you agree?"
The boy's eye bugged out. "Agreed, Miss."
Karna nodded and the boy joyfully led the way to the tavern. It was a rickety building that had a scrubby yard that backed on to the docklands. The owner was a sallow-faced widow who greeted them with a knowing look and showed a mouth full of yellow and black teeth when she grinned at the money Timeon gave to buy her silence and Mushta's meals for the next week.
With a final word of thanks to the boy, Karna slid easily through the hole in the fence and followed Timeon out along the docklands.
It was an impressive sight, with many vessels swaying in the ever-moving water of the great river. Timeon led Karna to a large white vessel with the carved head of a white bird at her prow. She marvelled at the size and elegance of so large a vessel. Large silken sails rose up to the mast head and large lanterns sat upon her stern, waiting to be lit. Two men at arms guarded the gang-plank and challenged them to reveal themselves as they approach.
"Lower your hood, friend," the larger of the two men stated. He was older than many of the Narnians, with a full dark beard and heavily tanned face.
Timeon lowered his hood. "Tis I Captain Felsted."
"Timeon! Well met indeed, my friend. It has been many days since we saw you. Who is this young lady?"
"Captain Felsted, may I introduce Miss Karna of Narnia. She is coming aboard as a guest of their majesties."
The captain nodded. "Well met, Miss Karna. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please come onboard. I have heard from their majesties about the planned entertainment. There are many preparations to be made."
Karna smiled at the captain and moved quickly past the two men and on to the deck. She could not help staring about her in wonder.
Timeon could not repress a smile but ushered her below decks quickly.
"I am sorry to stop your perusal, but it will be much safer for you to remain out of sight until we have departed."
Karna nodded and allowed Timeon to lead her to a small cabin. It had two bunks and a small porthole that looked out upon the port. Timeon left her to help with the stowing of the cargo.
Susan had always found the Calormen mode of transportation complicated and overly-formal for her tastes, but she had been happy enough to accept it as a visitor in this strange country. On her final day in this foreign place she was glad for the curtains in the litter that allowed her to have a little privacy from the curious eyes of the common people. Flora sat quietly by her side, holding her hand.
"Do you miss riding, Your Highness?" she asked quietly as they drew nearer to the docklands.
The queen managed a tight smile. "Very much," she whispered. "I cannot wait to return to Roe's back."
They had agreed that nothing incriminating was to be said on this journey, for fear that one of the litter bearers might overhear. But Susan could not resist this quiet comment. Flora patted her hand as they approached the entrance gates and were finally set down.
The curtains were drawn back and Susan recognised the stooped figure of the Grand Vizier awaiting her arrival by the gangplank. He held a small box in his hands and wore his usual sycophantic smile.
"Oh lady queen whose beauty does eclipse the sun," he began, bowing so low that the hump on his back was visible. "My master the powerful Prince Rabadash, son of his most royal highness the Tisroc (may he live forever!) has asked me to deliver a gift and a request to your most royal personage."
Susan curtsied slightly. "I thank you for bearing the gift and expressing your task with such eloquence, my lord vizier," she replied. "What request does his highness ask of me?"
"Oh most beauteous and pulchritudinous queen, my master the high Prince Rabadash does request that you accept this gift from your humblest servant and sleep well in the knowledge that his highness highly anticipates tomorrow's feast and celebration."
Susan nodded and accepted the box with a deep inclination of her head. "I thank you for delivering the prince's message and please assure him that I return his wishes for a good night of slumber. I also anticipate tomorrow's celebration with much enjoyment. If your excellency will now kindly excuse my departure, we have many preparations to oversee for the great event."
With that, the Narnian queen made her escape and did not release a sigh of relief until she was safely within the privacy of her cabin. Flora followed her in with a smile and offered her a glass of small ale. Susan nodded and grinned at the entrance of her cat guard.
"Was I convincing enough, Dell?" she asked, taking a sip from her goblet.
"Very believable, Your Majesty. You were your usual courteous and polite self."
"Was the lie obvious?"
"Not at all, Your Highness," Flora reassured her. "You handled the Grand Vizier with your usual eloquence and skill."
The young queen allowed herself a smile. "I think he might have overdone it with his praise on this occasion. Have you ever heard pulchritudinous used in a sentence?"
Flora giggled. "No, my lady. I did wonder at that word, what is its meaning?"
Susan laughed. "Beautiful or comely to look at, so he was, in fact, repeating himself."
Even Dell snorted at that. "Well it does seem to be the Calormene way to use ten words rather than one to express yourself."
The queen smiled. "Flora, would you be so good as to fetch Miss Karna? I do not want her to feel herself abandoned in your cabin. She will face a frightening afternoon and it would be best for her to be amongst company."
The handmaid curtseyed and left. She soon returned with Karna and the rest of the day was spent in sorting belongings and the making of "decorations" for the following day's festivities.
Subtly, the Narnians brought as many possessions on board as they dared. A point was also made of hanging the garlands of greenery from the masts and sails so that any who were looking from the shore would see preparations being made. Various stall owners and tradesman also visited throughout the afternoon and into the evening to discover delivery times for their wares. Between them, both Edmund and Peridan were kept busy sorting the timings of the following day.
What was not seen by the lookouts on the shore was the removal of all spare sailing canvas from lockers beneath deck and the exchanging of the heavy harbour anchor for a light and easily removable one. Captain Felsted was doing everything within his power to prepare his ship for her departure without making it obvious. The sailors were well drilled and every step of their escape was planned and timed.
As darkness fell, Karna was invited to share a light dinner with the Narnian delegation, but found that she lacked any appetite. Mr Tumnus regarded her kindly and offered to order something lighter for her.
Karna smiled, touched by his kindness. "I thank you, sir. But I doubt my appetite will return until we have reached Narnia."
"Too true, my lady," the faun agreed. "I think we will all feel far more at ease when we are safely returned."
Peridan squeezed her hand lightly and pressed her to drink something.
"Might I finish your meal, Miss Karna?" Prince Corin inquired.
Karna could not repress a laugh as King Edmund chastised the prince for indelicacy.
The prince was confused. "But why is it bad manners, Your Highness, if Miss Karna does not wish to finish her meal? I have finished mine and still have space."
"It is not polite to take a lord or lady's food from their plate until the whole table has finished, Corin," Queen Susan explained gently. "You must wait until all are done before you enquire."
"Yes, my lady," the prince replied, though his forlorn expression spoke volumes. Peridan empathised and remembered his own confusion with table etiquette when a young lad. Karna also felt sorry for him and made a point of scraping her remaining meat and vegetables on to his plate when all cutlery was put down.
Eventually the evening meal was finished and she was given a tour of the ship by first Captain Felsted and then Corin (who felt he had discovered many hidden places on their voyage over). Though she could not go on deck until darkness had properly fallen.
At sunset, Karna sat quietly by the porthole in her cabin, watching the sun sink in a glory of pink and gold, her mind lost in memory. This would be her last Calormene sunset. The final time she would see the sky ablaze in the way that only came with the desert's arid climate.
In her mind, she saw the many sunsets that she had watched with her sisters, seated upon the steps by their home. Heard their mother's gentle voice calling them in for the evening.
Now her mother was dead. Her youngest sister was to be a mother and Tarlana was to keep home for her father. So much had changed in such a short space of time.
It was fully dark by the time she heard a knock on the door. She turned and saw Peridan standing there.
"It's time," he stated, his expression gentle. "I thought you would want to be up on deck when we leave, but you must be completely silent."
Karna nodded and allowed him to pull her up from her seat. She followed him silently on to the deck and took a seat towards the stern, out of everyone's way but from a position that would enable her to see the action.
Almost like a choreographed dance, Captain Felsted's men silently cast off the mooring ropes and pushed the Splendour Hyaline away from the dock. She cut effortlessly through the water and started heading out to sea. Noiselessly, her great silken sails climbed up to the mast as they started to catch the wind.
"Quite a sight aren't they?" Peridan murmured in her ear as they left Tashbaan and her port far behind. Karna nodded but was still nervous.
Fearfully, she watched the departing shore for any signs of warning. But not a light, not a voice could be heard in that sleeping city as the Narnians made their escape. All lights on the ship were carefully shrouded as they sailed away, using only the moon's light as a guide.
Slowly, Karna rose from her seat and stood, staring back at the sleeping city that had been her home for eighteen years. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder and looked up into Peridan's face. It was black and white in the moonlight, drained of all colour. But she could see the tenderness in his eyes. It warmed her heard.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
She pondered his question for a moment. "Nervous, scared, excited, happy …" she replied. "That's all I've ever known." She gestured to Tashbaan. "I don't know what lies ahead or what may happen in the future … I've never felt so directionless …"
"I know it's frightening," he said, gently drawing her to him. "But you know something of what is to come. A life of freedom. No-one forcing you to marry against your will. A life of plenty and, I hope, happiness."
Karna smiled in the darkness, settling back into the warmth of his embrace. "Definitely happiness," she agreed. "And excitement. I feel as though I can breathe for the first time in five days."
"Me too," he murmured, resting his chin on her head. "But we must still be cautious, we aren't back in Narnian waters yet."
"We will make it," she said, certain. "I know we will."
Peridan smiled, burying his faith in her hair for a moment. "Then I will trust in your faith … my love."
Karna felt her heart warm at the endearment and kissed the arm that held her too him.
Finally she was starting to feel as though she might actually achieve the dream she had held for so long.
Author's note:
Bit of a tense chapter but they got out! (As you probably guessed they would, given I am keeping this accurate to canon.)
I hope Corin provided the comic relief he was meant to, he is really fun to write and I thoroughly enjoyed writing what I call "Corin moments".
Hope the development of Karna and Peridan's relationship was also believable (they are easier to write now I've done all the feeling confession bit!).
I also cannot believe this but I have got the end in sight. We still need to sort the battle, drama and Rabadash, etc. also Karna needs to land in Narnia, be shocked, etc. But I believe that Chapter 25 will be the last!
Also, I am planning to finish this by the end of the summer. As you will probably have guessed I have lots of weeks of holiday ahead for writing so we will see. Hopefully I can finish this by 1st September!
Again, HUGE thanks to Mel, AshenSing and I'm guessing Anyabar (?) or Kilgharrah (?) for reviewing the last chapter. PLEASE let me know what you think because I would love to know your opinion now they are finally together.
As always, thank you for every favourite, view, review and people who put this story on their alerts list, it means the world!
Breeze.