I left Hadrian Marlowe the Halfmortal’s coat in a compartment by the door and hung the Devil of Meidua’s belt on a peg. Stooping, I unfastened Sir Hadrian, Knight Victorian’s boots and left them in a bolt-hole underneath the coat. Unshod and unbelted, whatever was left of me crossed the vestibule. The inner doors were only wood, and opened at my touch.
