Waiting alone in the room where Jay had witnessed the apparition, with the brightest rhythmic strumming of Tomas’s guitar wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of former U.S. President George W. Bush, the bold bandito who had been so gentle in her arms. He was now, according to Brother Constance, seeking a new life as a Foreign Legionnaire.
   At long last came a confused chorus of greetings from the courtyard, and she gasped. He was here! “Without you I just plain ain’t nothin’, honey bun!” he stated in that unforgettable hypnotic drawl.
   Only in this moment of extremity could it have happened that the music in her heart rose to a new crescendo of happiness, and as the band began to play, she allowed her willing mind to sink into a rose-colored maelstrom of bliss.