"Sir Miyamoto is honoured to have you in his home," Leda translated, or at least gave the jiff of what Ben had said. "Well, his cottage anyway. Or actually, maybe he just rented it for the weekend. You know, I didn't really ask..." Leda trailed off as Drake raised an amused eyebrow at her.

            "Thank your lord for having us," Drake said, going up the steps into the house.

            Leda made a sharp intake of breath as his muddy boots went onto the tatami. "Shoes, no shoes," Leda said sternly, pointing at his filthy boots.

            Drake looked at the socked fee...

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