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“You are asking to be floored again Owen” she snarled.
“Lord have mercy” breathed Luke, looking at her. Austen removed her hand from the controls, pulled up her zipper and pushed him away from her.
“You may think you have it all your own way now Lieutenant Commander but when we’re rescued I’m going to personally see to it that you have trouble getting a job as a cabin boy!”
“Charming, and after I saved your life too” he said peevishly.
“True, but you’ve just used up all your credit for that and anyway I only think you did it because you couldn’t hack entering the atmosphere without automatic pilot” she glanced at her controls “we are now about to enter the thermosphere. I advise you to shut your mouth, raise your mind from your genitals and concentrate on the radar. There are a lot of meteors in the process of breaking up around here, some as big as footballs and if one hits us we may not survive the knock - OK? Oh, and the thermostat in the cabin is now working which means that the temperature will soon be normal so get dressed and give me a status report”
Luke sat back and adjusted himself inside his briefs then pulling on his lightweight boiler suit he glanced at the console in front of him “The temperature outside is now well below freezing, we are at a height of fifty kilometres over the north Atlantic”
“Thank you Owen, I will require another status report in two minutes”
Outside the scene was indescribably beautiful, t hey could see both the eastern seaboard of the United States - or rather the as yet undiscovered New World , and the western edge of Europe , they would probably land around dawn.
Luke consulted a couple of charts and tore off a readout. He glanced up “Fifteen kilometres up Captain, approaching troposphere, temperature outside now minus two degrees”
The sea was clearer now - they passed through an alto stratus cloud layer at eight kilometres up and then they were skimming across the surface of the grey blue sea.
Owen glanced out of the window then consulted the holo map.
“Right, ma’am, speed three thousand kph, temperature outside ten degrees, we are cruising four hundred metres above the surface, adjust your course four degrees north, land in sight”
Austen reduced speed as they flew over Cornwall and Devon . “Alter course five degrees Captain” said Luke.
“Check” replied Austen and swinging the ship seaward they hugged the coast for a few kilometres, at length a small settlement came into view in a clearing in the forest about a kilometre from the sea.
Luke looked out of the window “Bredond” he announced “in the county of Dorset” he glanced at the holographic readout above his head “A village of just under three hundred people, ruled by a thegn called Oswy, forty nine years old, married with one stepdaughter, two sons dead - that’s done it, I’ve come to Wessex as we’ve been dispossessed by the Vikings, they murdered my father, Edmund, I think they’ve probably travelled as far as Bohemia by now - I’m chancing it anyhow. I’ve come to offer my sword to King Alfred to avenge my father’s death - it’ll be the fatted calf and no mistake!”
“And me?” enquired Austen.
“You’re my wife, of course, angel”
“You’re incorrigible Owen, make it your sister”
Owen shook his head “No dice - you’d still have all the guys in Wessex round waving the wedding rings - how about
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