Khaat finally woke, feelingg better. She saw her father reading a copy of the local muggle newspaper, and she knew he would rather be reading the Prophet, but it was just impractical at the moment.
"Is the paper worth much?" she asked softly.
"No, not really," he said, laying it aside and taking off his reading glasses," But then ours wasn't worth much either, really."
"Any word from back home?"
"Only that people are ready to burn me in effigy, I think," he laughed.
"I thought wizards usually skipped the effigy part and went right for the real thing," she said.
"They have to find me first," he laughed.
"Daddy, shouldn't we be home fighting this?"
"For what end, my darling? We really do need to let them experience whatever blessings they think he will bring them. If they want him so badly, let them have him. When they realize he's a sadistic tyrant, then we'll be able to do something about it. Until then, I don't have much bloody choice."
"I'm sorry. Really. Can I do anything to help?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Angus, let Khaat try my new tea, please."
Angus brought Khaat a tea mug. "Feeling better?" he asked.
"Feeling foolish for getting tired from just riding in a car," she said.
"Drink your tea," Angus smiled.
"You're not thinking of the jostling and bumping a car does. It is tiring for a new surgical patient," her father said.