What would you do here, father? Kip suddenly stood, because the first step at least was obvious. Maybe it was time to see if he was the son of Gavin Guile after all. He looked over at Cruxer, and his commander’s throat bobbed as he saw what Kip intended. Kip flashed him a grin. And maybe it was the grin that did it, the intimation of confidence, for instead of raising an objection, Cruxer nodded. He was in with Kip, categorically. Kip strode to the windows, head high, threw back the drapes, and waved to the damned crowd, smiling broadly. They cheered. Of course they did.
