Without trade the world will become what it was once — a hell where only the strongest arm and the heaviest lash was law. The meek will never inherit… - James Clavell

Because Johnny was especially clever I think we should make him monitor for the whole week. Don't you?

He had long since discovered that peaceful sleep could provide the answer to most puzzles, and if not, what did it really matter? Wasn’t life just a dewdrop within a dewdrop?

Blackthorne, beside the gates, was still turmoiled by his boundless joy at her reprieve and he remembered how his own will had been stretched that night of his near-seppuku, when he had had to get up as a man and walk home as a man unsupported, and became samurai. And he watched her, despising the need for this courage, yet understanding it, even honoring it.