"Why didn't we ever consider sailing as a profession?" Hadrian asked Royce as he moved to the side and faced the wind. He took a deep, satisfying breath and smiled. "This is nice. A lot better than a sweaty, fly-plagued horse--and look at the land go by! How fast do you think we're going?" "The fact that we're trapped here, with no chance of retreat except into the ocean, doesn't bother you?" Hadrian glanced over the side at the heaving waves. "Well, not until now. Why do you always have to ruin everything? Couldn't you let me enjoy the moment?" "You know me, just trying to keep things in perspective."