        Glancing overhead for a passing spaceship had now become a routine.  However, the starry sky was devoid of mysterious objects.  For a moment, he wished he still had the astronomy book—he could have tried to identify some of the more obscure constellations.  If wishes were horses, beggars—did these creatures have riders?  If you led them to water, would they drink?  He snickered, thinking of her drinking out of the lake.  He could hardly claim to have led her there, though.