Damsel in Distress

BASTIEN Soon everybody, everywhere will be The envy of the gods above America wasn't quite as close but it was still Earth, and Bastien's face split into a wide grin. "Italy, cara. I have only ever met American fur traders, but I am told it is a beautiful place. When the English aren't in charge, of course. You don't know this yet, but this makes you and me members of a very exclusive group here - you are the only other person I know from our sweet world here." He had gotten so used to people from other worlds the sentence made perfect sense to him, even if it would baffle Lily. "A performer! Ah!" Bastien clapped his hands together in delight. "You are a woman after my own heart. I too have been a performer of sorts for many years, a man of the arts; I think I shall be able to find a place for you myself." He wasn't sure Vervain would take too kindly to him asking her to hire a beautiful lady after recent events, but he was sure he could find a way to pay her to help him in the church. "You see-" He began to explain, as he pointed at a sign that declared the town close by. "-I own a little church. But it is not like the churches of our world. No. It is a place of the most free art and love, of worship to a Deity that does not demand the same things as Christ. I have been looking for entertainers, dancers, people to draw in a 'congregation'. Of course, you have just arrived. There is no pressure. You can stay there for the night and find your feet first. I have food, drinks."