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and I have to park.
     Later.” And the sounds of the street coming through the receiver suddenly came to
     a halt.
    “Hey Maggie,” Sarah called to her assistant, “will you call Steve and find out if
     there’s any way I can get more information on a parolee than what the parole officer
     has to offer?”
    “Sure.” Her plump face peeked around the door. “It isn’t about Gorgeous Havarro is
     it?”
    “Maggie, you can be replaced, you know.” Sarah waved Maggie out of the room.
    “Never happen. Nobody has my sense of humor or my robustgood looks.” She laughed as she left the room, closing Sarah’s door behind her.
    Sarah pulled his file from her drawer. She had a half an hour to think about him before
     the session. She planned to regress him to England once again. She wasn’t sure what
     was going on in his subconscious mind but it was certainly interesting. She wondered
     at herself. She spent a great deal of her time thinking about his case without really
     understanding why. So far, it had been nothing too much out of the ordinary except
     for his comment about the undead. That could have meant anything. She needed to control
     her thoughts to help him to heal. That was her purpose, nothing more. Strange she
     felt the need to keep telling herself he was nothing more than a client.
    A soft knock on the door made her look up. It couldn’t be Maggie. She never knocked;
     she just barged in whenever she wanted as long as Sarah wasn’t in a session.
    “Come on in.”
    “Hey.” He came into the room. He hung his jacket on the coat tree then sat in the
     chair across from her. “So, did you get home okay the other night?”
    “I did. How about you?”
    “Yeah. It was kind of cool running into you. I still can’t figure out why you were
     at a flick like that.”
    “I feel the same about you.” She smiled as she opened the file resting on her desk.
     “I’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright.”
    He coughed, stretching out his legs. “Not today, why don’t we just get going with
     the sleep stuff. I’m ready to be calmed down.” He rose and crossed to the recliner.
     He sat, turning to look at her. “Are you coming?” His voice held a touch of insolence.
    She hesitated. Deciding not to provoke him, she stood, crossing to the chair facing
     him. “All right, close your eyes. Now, begin toconcentrate on your breath.”
    She used the same induction she had used the previous sessions and soon they were
     in the English forest once again.
    “I am nearing the castle.” He paused. “I hear a rider approaching.”
    “Can you tell me who the rider is?” She leaned closer to him to be sure the recorder
     picked up all his words.
    “It is a woman. Wait, I see the King’s mistress and she rides alone.”
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    CARLOS HAVARRO, transcript, session 3, February 26
    I jumped from my horse and bowed a courtier’s bow as she approached. “My lady.”
    “Rise, she commanded. “She was small and her gloved hands were tiny. She wore an emerald
     green riding costume with a golden plume in her green hat. A gold letter B was suspended
     from a strand of lustrous pearls strung around her neck. “Aris, you have been the
     champion in the last three jousts at the palace, have you not?”
    “I have.” My eyes searched her face, surprised at what I saw. She was not as beautiful
     as I thought now that I stood close enough to truly see her. She had small, hard eyes
     and a thin mouth. “How can I serve you, my lady?”
    “First you may assist me from this horse and we shall walk.” I held the horse steady
     as she dismounted. When she stood next to me, I saw she was even smaller than she
     appeared at court. And when she spoke, it was a demand, not a question. “What kind
     of a name is yours? From where do you travel?”
    “I came to England many years ago. I brought the name with me. I am now the subject
     of the King, however my name remains the same.”
    “And how did you come to be