Navarez lagged behind; the princess needed space to move and he did not want to follow too closely.  Still, his thoughts of her swayed in his mind, being tempted (though he would never follow through) to kiss any part of her body as she moved forward.  These new found feelings, though elevating his overall spirit, also bothered him because he had not had these feelings before.<br/><br/>And the Angel also confused him.  "I'm sorry my Lord, I don't wish to question the Divine Providence.  But, is there a way you could pray the Lord to magically translate us say somewhere other than the sewer pits?  I don't wish to complain ... ow!" as he was swerving through the final paths of the tunnel navigation, he hit his head on some underground rock.  "Surely, you don't expect the Princess to swim through the sewers?"  He abruptly halted when the train line of people stopped; Navarez's face turned bright red when he realized what part of the Princess' body he accidentally bumped into.<br/><br/>"Certainly, the Lord could send a chariot of fire like he did Elijah, no my Monk Angel friend?"