If only he knew, glibness aside, Galina very much doubted that Ishmael would do as he said if he were to learn such information. Who had given him no choice in the matter, only taken a life from him as had been done. No, indeed, Galina did not believe he wished to know such information. "Perhaps in time you may be able to do just that." She tossed back at him with a slight shake of her head to indicate that she thought this very improbable indeed.

The dead of night. Like his death in the night so very long ago. She wondered just what it was that Ishmael had up his sleeve with such a proposal. She suspected he had a point he was trying to make, there was no harm in letting him make it. Indeed it might while away the tedious minutes that made up the endless blend of her life. She unfolded herself and stood up from the couch. "Of course, I shall be delighted for some fresh air."