“Oh, okay, um, master, or sensei, or whatever. What should I call you?” I laughed. “Archdruid would be the correct term, I suppose,” I said. “But that doesn’t fall trippingly off the tongue, does it? And it would turn heads in public, and we don’t want that. So let’s stick with sensei.” “Kick some ass, sensei.” She clasped her hands together mantis style and bowed to me, and when she rose back up Laksha was in charge. “Why was she bowing to you?” she asked in her Tamil accent. “I’m her sensei now.” “I am not knowing this word.”
