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by doctorx » Tue Feb 17, 2015 9:10 pm
"OLAF!!"
Josiane races across to the young fighter, throws her arms around him and, in a moment of delight and sheer relief, plants a kiss firmly on his lips.
She then remembers her saintly self and steps back, clearing her throat and blushing furiously. (Somewhere, an outraged
Saint Winifred has fainted dead away...

)
"MY LORD IS - erm - WELL?" she bellows in as ladylike a tone as the howling sandstorm will allow;
"ARE DIETER AND TORBEN WITH YOU? AND WHAT OF LORD GUSTAVE?"
She looks at the beached sand-ship in some bewilderment.
"CLEARLY THERE IS MUCH TO TELL!"