Lion, Tiger, Bear | 353 credentialed amateurs even. They create havoc in our trade. Businessmen? Really? And just who else do you represent? asked Alice. Stew held her hand but she quickly withdrew it. A few interested parties my dear, thats all. And it is entirely legal, especially when the top Germans asked for help in these matters, no one can force their will upon those with the divine gift of free will, and thats you lot. Its the Wild West here on Earth, no rules apply. Law of Consistency as you well know. Ask Dr. Gerlach and his cohorts Dr. Oberth, Otto Hahn, Heisenberg, Dornberger, and Dr. Debuswe provide them with advisors of tremendous expertise, otherwise their own attempts at free energy generation, scalar weaponry, atomics, and antigravity would take many more decades to mature if at all. Simple toys for petulant children. As a gift of goodwill, we helped them cobble together this crude airship with antique spare parts, and here we are, floating in the bowels of Earth without a care. He stretched. Ah-h-h. Back in the eighteenth century we had to obtain written permission for our involvement on parchment no less; so many contracts, thousands, so much champagne fanfare, royal masked balls, orgies, Gazette DAmsterdams foul gossip, vice laden Vatican dinners and occult Parisian salon-hopping, our powdered wigs full of lice, our silk pockets with pink macaroons. Jansenism versus the philosophers. Nowadays in wartime, well.. .its ever so much more.. .streamlined. Alice gasped: You mean you two dressed up and shagged Ahh-h-h, those were the days, and we were so young. Secretly kissing Les Bas- Bleus Madame Recamier, the ultimate salonniere when natural philosophy was discussed, her bold personality, classic beauty, and heaving bust bearing the stamp of voluptuous elegance. Pastoral pleasures, coquette boudoirs, courtly picnics, King Louis syphilitic trysts, the Oranges of Holland, Pope Pius VI, the delightfully duplicitous East India Company and their inexhaustible gold… wheezed Lew fondly. Count St. Germain was such a preening prig when he opposed us at every turn with his sniveling young protege Le Marquis de Lafayette, drumming up support for the upstart-rich American Revolutionthe sure-shot guerilla Virginia Riflemen under Morgan, cases of fine wine and claret for General Greene, cannon and shot, rum and powder, Admiral De Grasse and the French fleet. He sighed. Such a dreadful fop for a lewd lampooning Light Warrior, the Count. A lame fizzle of a man, but a worthy adversary. Excellent taste in frolicsome brocade coats and velvet breeches though, remembered Stew fondly as he toasted. His