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The helmsman smiled. He doubted that either would see his face

clearly enough to notice, but he wanted to reassure them or at least try
to. However, when they knew the truth, that might prove difficult.

“I was expecting this to happen,” he explained.
“You were?” Still incredulous. Then the concern returned. “What

exactly has happened?”
The helmsman gave a slight laugh, then stated, “Quite a lot. As

they say, there’s good news and there’s bad. The good news is that you’re
both safe and well. Had you fallen into the canal, Mrs Saunders, as

you’re no doubt aware, it might not have been good for your health.”
“That’s for sure,” commented her husband. “And we really are

most grateful for your timely intervention.” After another brief pause
he quietly asked, “And the bad news?”

“We’re not exactly where you think we are.”
“We’re not?”

He watched as Mr Saunders looked around. The boat was still
heading toward the Grand Canal as it had been earlier. Venice looked

much the same.
The man looked back. “I’m sorry, but I don’t follow you.”

“Well, it’s not so much where we are, as when. If my calculations
are correct—and I’m sure they are . . .” And he told them.

* * *

The Saunders, once the helmsman explained, were shocked. Well,
astounded and incredulous was perhaps a more accurate description.

However, since they had actually experienced the event, there was little
choice but to accept reality, especially once their companion told them

all about himself and his reason for being there, leaving nothing out.

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