Chapter 19

But to have Mitch bring me to a museum, uh, well, now what?

While I was thinking, Mitch started laughing. As we picked up our visitor tags, he leaned over to whisper, “C’mon. You’re actually going to like this.”

Doubtful, really—wait a minute.

I nearly bumped into a sign saying the current exhibit was The Art of Weapons. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

As we tromped down the narrow stairway, I could hear Mitch chuckling behind me. Evidently he’d seen me catch on.

“Told you you’d like it.”

The exhibit was spectacular. Intricately carved guns and knives, some ceremonial and some practical, were displayed in cases between battle dress from various centuries and cultures. I stood next to a full suit of armor that looked puny beside me. I even dwarfed the colorful Samurai outfit with its horned helmet.