Book woke up while it was still dark outside the cabin windows, turned on the smallest light that he could find in the living room, and immediately settled down to his usual morning devotionals. After a short prayer, and pondering what the Lord Jesus would think of the scrape that he'd gotten into, he moved on to the next step of a reading from the Holy Book. At first he'd been about to go looking for his book bag, then remembered that it hadn't been next to the convertible couch when he'd gone to bed last night. He'd started recited Psalm 23 from memory instead of making a big deal over looking for it. However, just after passing through the valley of the shadow of death, his eye caught a shelf of antique books in the corner of the room, and he decided to get up and take a look, hoping that the Maren's wouldn't feel offended by his presumption. A simply bound volume reading 'King James translation, Old and New Testament' caught his eye, so he pulled it out and opened the Codex.

"My son, forget not my law; but let thy heart keep my commandments."

He almost blinked in surprise at the verse that his eyes first fixed upon. Was the Lord Most High actually trying to tell him something? Checking around the margins of the page, he managed to orient himself - Proverbs, chapter 3 - and this line was verse one. Well, first, what did it mean or imply for him? The laws of God were not the laws of man or of the Alliances that men formed - but had his heart kept the commandments well? Sighing, Derrial Book read through the rest of the passage, not rushing, but breaking off to consider an implication after each verse or sometimes even in the middle of one.

He had just gotten to the bit about the Lord God scorning scorners and giving grace to the lowly when the full overhead lights clicked on, and he looked to the door in surprise. "Oh - Good morning, Don," Rickard said. "I... I don't mean to disturb you if you're busy, just wanted to let you know that I'll be starting breakfast presently."

"Thank you - you're very k