where we had a chance to breathe the chill air of mountains bordering Switzerland. Mickie kept a close eye on me, with all the water surrounding us, but I stayed solid, even when Will and I ran beside the lake, its dark waters haunting and pristine. There were no organized French Club activities the second day, and since the snow had accumulated during the night, we stayed indoors. Sir Walter planned to begin training Will and myself in self–defense for chameleons. We had plenty of room in yet another extravagant two–bedroom suite, which Sir Walter confessed to having arranged, both this time and in Paris. “I think,” said Sir Walter, “We should begin with a basic rescue technique. There are certain circumstances under which even chameleons find it difficult or impossible to ripple and thus might require assistance.” “That happens for me a lot,” I said, frowning. “Ah, yes,” said Sir Walter. He smoothed his goatee thoughtfully. “And yet, you had the ability to ripple from a young age, did you not?”
