Queen of Swords

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HONOR THY FATHER

Tessa, the shaman, and Raoul manage to evade the soldiers, but the shaman has been wounded. Tessa lifts him down from his horse and asks Raoul to go for help.
"Do I look like 911?"
"No, but you do look a little like Joe Pesci."

Raoul takes a powder. Grisham: They've escaped.
Montoya: Just look at how not surprised I am.
Montoya: But why did the Queen rescue that scoundrel, Raoul. Why?
Grisham: Damn. You didn't say there was going to be a quiz.

Back at the hacienda, the shaman isn't doing well. Marta, I need to get him to a doctor. Speaking of which...

Vera is busy trying to earn that necklace. She visits the good doctor with a complaint of a tachydysrhythmia. Well, tacky, for sure.

Helm is mildly amused, infinitely charming, as per usual... ...and Vera goes on and on with questions about this and that... fumbling with her buttons, as it were.

blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah...

Finally Helm sticks a tongue depressor in her mouth.... and even that doesn't stop her. There's a noise in the next room.

Helm goes to investigate. And returns to tell Vera the only thing her heart needs is a few quiet nights at home with her husband.
Bye. He returns to the back room where the Queen awaits with her wounded patient.

But nosy Vera won't leave. Helm invites her in, then to help him with the patient, who has dysen-
tary, by the way, and you might want to watch where you step. Vera leaves. Helm turns back to the patient.
The Queen has disappeared.

Honor Thy Father...page four

*click on any pic for 800 X 600 image* *HONOR THY FATHER*

*Tessa, the shaman, and Raoul manage to evade the soldiers, but the shaman has been wounded. Tessa lifts him down from his horse and asks Raoul to go for help.* *"Do I look like 911?"* *"No, but you do look a little like Joe Pesci."*

*Raoul takes a powder.*	*Grisham: They've escaped.* *Montoya: Just look at how not surprised I am.*	*Montoya: But why did the Queen rescue that scoundrel, Raoul. Why?* *Grisham: Damn. You didn't say there was going to be a quiz.*

*Back at the hacienda, the shaman isn't doing well.*	*Marta, I need to get him to a doctor.*	*Speaking of which...*

*Vera is busy trying to earn that necklace.*	*She visits the good doctor with a complaint of a tachydysrhythmia.*	*Well, tacky, for sure.*

*Helm is mildly amused, infinitely charming, as per usual...*	*...and Vera goes on and on with questions about this and that...*	*fumbling with her buttons, as it were.*

*blah, blah, blah...*	*blah, blah, blah...*	*blah, blah, blah...*

*Finally Helm sticks a tongue depressor in her mouth....*	*and even that doesn't stop her.*	*There's a noise in the next room.*

*Helm goes to investigate.*	*And returns to tell Vera the only thing her heart needs is a few quiet nights at home with her husband.* *Bye.*	*He returns to the back room where the Queen awaits with her wounded patient.*

*But nosy Vera won't leave.*	*Helm invites her in, then to help him with the patient, who has dysen-* *tary, by the way, and you might want to watch where you step. Vera leaves.*	*Helm turns back to the patient.* *The Queen has disappeared.*
	*Honor Thy Father...page four*