I did not kindle her blade, but bowed my head. “I will,” I said, and turned to go, reaching up to tear my cape away. Torn already, it would be more a hindrance than anything in the catacombs of the colonial store. I cast the garment—the white cape of the Imperial service—over the back of an empty chair by Lorian’s side and hurried to join the prince. “Where’s Sharp?” I said.
