And he had certainly not expected his voyage to be interrupted by an extremely pretty and frightened young woman.
He could not tell her that she must fight her own battles and that he could not be involved in them.
He felt that her fear was well-founded, just as he knew the type of man Arthur Watkins was – a girl as pretty as Aisha and travelling alone was an irresistible attraction to a man like him.
‘I suppose I will have to take care of her,’ he said to himself.
As they sat down side by side, he saw an expression of gratitude in her eyes and yet he knew that he had had no choice in the matter.
“Tell me exactly what you have done, please tell me, my Lord?” Aisha asked with a sense of urgency.
“I have told the Purser to move your things into the cabin next to mine. If that man comes
