The prince, when I finally dared to look at him again, seemed amused. He gestured broadly. “You are finished here, one hopes?” “Yes, thank you,” I said, managing to keep any tremor out of my voice. “If you wish to question the knights yourself, perhaps I can meet you tomorrow morning—” “Oh no,” he said lightly, his smile hardening. “I rather think you’re meeting with me now. Wait for me upstairs, if you would be so kind.” I had no option but to climb the stairs. Behind me, the prince said, “Who remembers what my token looks like? Right. And did Maid Dombegh bear my token?” “But, sir, we weren’t to start that protocol until Comonot arrives!” “We’re starting it tonight. Only someone with my token speaks in my name.” “Were we wrong to let her down here, Captain?” said John. Lucian Kiggs paused before answering: “No. You followed your instincts about her, and they did not lead you astray. But it’s time to tighten things up, hm? The palace will be full of strangers soon.”
