"Whatever happens here do nothing." Katya said to the four Polrobs circling above her in a wide radius.
SIRE.
She strolled down the path, enjoying the fresh early morning breeze. She wore her short leather skirt and top and decided that this was to be the only attire she would ever wear. |She ordered twenty sets. She rubbed the bark of a tree and thought back to the last time she had rested her weary head against it. The old Japanese had pushed her particularly hard that week. She had been sweaty, tired and close to tears. Glancing up, she stared at a thick branch. "What would the height be from the ground to that branch?" she asked her bodyguards.
FOUR METERS ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE CENTIMETERS SIRE.
A CITIZEN APPROACHES SIRE. AN OLD MAN.
ONE GRAHAM IKOBAYACHI. HE HAS A DAUGHTER, ONE MIRRIAM IKOBAYACHI.
BOTH ARE UNDER SUSPICION OF TRADING IN THE BLACK MARKET BUT HAVE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT. TWICE BEFORE THERE WERE INDICATIONS THAT GRAHAM IKOBAYACHI MAY HAVE BEEN INVOLVED IN CERTAIN UNDERHAND DEALINGS.
She turned to the Polrob, "Listen well. I don't care what you have on this man or his daughter, you will leave them alone. Unless a capital crime has been committed they are off limits."
SIRE.
She waited by the tree and stared up at the branch that had cost her a lot of skin and the odd finger nail. She smiled at memories and thoughts of the time she had succeeded in beating the thing. It was a fluke, but the overwhelming joy and satisfaction she felt then, returned and enveloped her.
"You were always a hard one to teach, daughter."
She turned and smiled at the old Japanese. "Master." She stepped forward, knelt on one knee and bowed her head.
"Rise child. I am your master no more for the student has surpassed him." He fell to his knees, but she stopped him. "Never bow to me, master. Never show deference." She held him up and hugged his frail body. "I could never have succeeded were it not for you, Master."
"I merely showed you the path. You walked it." Pride shone in his eyes. "I must admit, you took your sweet time learning to overcome that particular obstacle." He nodded at the large tree behind her.
"Only because you exaggerated the height of that branch," she laughed. The joy of being home surged through her.
"Exaggerated. I beg to differ."
"You said the branch was not high, that a person with my training could reach it. That branch is over four meters high. No wonder I struggled."
"And what did it teach you daughter?" he asked.
"That anything is possible."
"So simple a thing." He shook his head. "And it still took you two weeks to ..."
"One week master. One week," she laughed gaily.
"Come. Let us go home," he said. "Your sister will be unhappy if you did not say hello. As far as I can remember, it was two weeks. Come, we can argue about it later over warm Saki."
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