”Better that than lions, tigers, or bears,” Kit chuckled. “Just remember, you can never truly understand a nation or its people until you can speak its language.”
”Right,” she sighed, giving him another brave smile. “I just hope scouting is worth all this agony.”
Kit resisted the urge to ruffle her short hair. “I doubt you’ll be disappointed. Surprised, probably-almost undoubtedly. But disappointed? No, I don’t think so. Time travel is never what people expect it to be. And that,” he smiled, “is half the fun.”
”Well, goodness, I hope so. My head already hurts and I haven’t even started yet!”
Kit laughed. “That’s because you’re stretching your brain, possibly for the first time. Cheer up. By the time you’re done, not only will you have the equivalent of several Ph.D.’s you didn’t have to pay some university to earn, you’ll have the ability to do field research most Ph.D.’s still can’t afford to do. Education,” he smiled, “is never a waste of time.”
She gave him an odd look, but said nothing. Kit found himself fervently hoping London convinced Margo she needed every bit of the “brain work” he and Brian had outlined. Margo loose for a week in London, even with Malcolm Moore along to protect her …Kit was so apprehensive, before he went to bed that night he found himself standing in the living room doorway, just watching her sleep.
Young, vulnerable …
He turned away silently and went to bed.
But not to sleep.
Malcolm came for Margo early in the morning the day the Britannia Gate was due to open.