“Does that mean I have to go in a hood and a veil?”
“No. You can just be the white slave girl—you know, a couple of dimes and a watch chain.”
June looked at him reproachfully. “Oh that you should be so lucky.”
“Not a bit of it.” Kieran winked at her saucily. “Luck doesn’t come into it. Remember, I manipulate the probabilities of space and time to order. How about that glass place up in the roof at the Trapezium? Hamil tells me the home-reared duck there is delicious. Even Rudi couldn’t fault it. Walter said he saw him there with Katrina. Now what do you think might be going on between those two . . . ?”