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Maximilian returned to the Alexander. Ahriman landed on his falconer's gauntlet.

Flynt made a salute as he received the the Black Duke. "So what happened down there, commander? Are we in for a fight?"

Maximilian shook his head and stroke the neck of Ahriman. "It was an old aquainted of mine and she will be coming over with her companions shortly. Therefore I want you to inform the crew the order that celebrations are to be held. Prepare dinner, lights and music."

Flynt took a bow. "Yes, commander."

"Oh! And one more thing: there is a kind of a girlish looking Breton woman among them. Slim, curly black hair, eerily pale eyes. I do not want any of the men to approach her in any way, is that clear?"

"Yes, commander. But may I ask why?"

Maximilians stern expression darkened. "Because I have only known one person in my entire life to fit that description in appearence. Shame that my brother is dead." He then smiled mischievously. "But I think I have finally found myself a little niece. Far far away from home..."

(Dun Dun DUUUUN!)