To our surprise, the apartment was unoccupied. I spotted a note in hastily scribbled French atop a side table in the lounge: Rémy, the advisor offered to take us to the gardens for luncheon this afternoon. It did not seem right to wake you, but please join us later if you wish. – Uncle Lucas We took a seat at the dining table. Breakfast had long since gotten cold, but I ate a handful of nuts, berries, and goat cheese. The Capribian diet agreed with me. The vast majority of their dishes made no use of butter, fats, or oils and I noticed the lighter fare was easier on the stomach than the heavy home-cooked meals I was accustomed to. “Will you join the others in the gardens?” Rémy asked between mouthfuls. “Yes, will you?” “I can’t. I am meeting King Eireas for Anuprian lessons again.” “Oh yes,” I recalled. “I forgot to mention. I requested that we accompany him to Alexandria tomorrow.”
