“Pierce and I spoke of it only last week at The Cleopatra. I thought perhaps he—” “Did you! So he remembers the Alamo? I’ll ask him to teach me.” A curious light in Islington’s eyes. “Lion, just what exactly do you believe the Alamo to be?” “I always assumed it was a sort of dance. Like the Allemande. I mentioned it to the dancing master Aunt Eugenia engaged the summer I was fifteen,
