He had not realized Amora's sitting position and the slight breeze of the moving boat would cause his heart to flutter.  The boat had plenty of room for them to sit side by side, but instead, she sat in such a way that he wished she would just lay in her arms.  But perhaps that was too forward.  He lightly brushed his hand on her hair; floods of thought overwhelmed his mind.  What happens when its over; what happens when they get back?  Could there be repercussions, could she get hurt?<br/><br/>In the far distance, Drinian had heard a sound of a trumpet.  He knew it was a battle trumpet; he had trained himself to listen for such things when he served in the crusades.  It came from the direction of home; he panicked for a moment, but not wanting to alarm Amora, he remained calm and gentle.  Instead of panic, he smiled, and then whispered to his young love:  "This weekend, roles are reverse.  You can be the master, and I'll be the servant."