"Please, Lehnar ... don't speak that way. Man is strange in his ways. I suppose that is why the world is, as it is. We all have our own peculiarities and these are what set all people apart. With some this creates love. With other people, only hate." She took all her view of him as he spoke and she wished that he was a Sedash, like herself. "I don't hate the Sedash, and I do like you." he resumed. "But because of our physical differences I would have difficulties in giving you the love that you seek." She let her head tip forward, her chin resting on her chest. She understood exactly what Lloyd meant. "You are attractive, Lehnar. You will find someone else. That person will be much better suited for you than I could ever be." She glanced at the state-room door as they finally reached it. "Tell me, Mr. Bartlett ... is that young man a good king? Lloyd didn't respond. His eyes were enough to question her about how she knew who they were. "My father knew the both of you from the very start. The young one carried himself with great nobility, and you always look to him for approval." she continued to reveal to him her knowledge of them. Lloyd quietly laughed as he answered her. "Do you really believe that if my friend were a King that we would surely travel the trade route by caravan, rather than travel by foot?" "My father taught me, methods can often be misleading." she said. "Then there is that strange and powerful weapon that your friend carried. It is not the compliment of an intellectual." Lloyd took Lehnar's chin in his hand and gazed deeply into her eyes. "You certainly are an inquisitive one!" he said to her, trying to sound praising. "We will talk more of this tomorrow. I will then explain to you who we are. Now it is late and we both better get some rest." She smiled with acceptance and Lloyd kissed the back of her hand. She left him as he entered the state-room and realised for the first time since he was standing with Lehnar that there were no guards. He momentarily became concerned for Boyce's safety. He looked about the dark room until he saw him reclined upon one of the divans. Boyce was still in the state-room. It was obvious that he had been there all this time without being bothered, but it mildly confused Lloyd that Boyce didn't notice that he was left unguarded. He quietly shut the door to the room and began to remove his tunic. It was then that he noticed, under the crack of the door, light and the movement of feet. One shadow crossed the light, but only one. He bent down and looked along the floor under the crack of the door and saw the callused feet of one guard on each side of the door. Lloyd now knew for certain that they were no longer as safe as he hoped they were. He quietly went over to Boyce and touched him on the shoulder. Boyce got up quickly and before he had a chance to say anything, Lloyd hushed him. "We're in danger, Boyce." he whispered.