“Apostates!” comes an angry voice from elsewhere in the museum. “We know you’re here. There’s nowhere on earth you can hide from us! We’ll find you!” Luka picks up the stranger and slings him over one shoulder, even as he continues taking the stairs three at a time. He shows no evidence of exertion, but when they finally reach the lobby, he puts the stranger back down and loudly exhales. “You’re heavier than you look,” he says, panting. The stranger tries not to grimace from the pain of being jostled around. “Thank you for the assistance, Your Lordship.”
