Harlech smiled, but it wasn't the self-confident expression I remembered from our last encounter. If anything, he looked like some teenager trying to explain to his dad how he'd "creased" the family 3220 ZX. "Gerelan-o te-makkalos-ha, goro, " he said. "Forgive my stupidity, Mr. Montgomery." He shook his head. "I misunderstood. It's been long"—he frowned— "very long, since I mistook matters so badly."