When we stepped outside, it was already completely dark, the streetlamps shining over the cobblestones. Not electric lights, of course—oil lamps. Maintained by caretakers hired by the neighborhood associations and guilds.

“What shall we do, ‘Doctor’?”

Lieutenant Crimine, in her nurse’s uniform, asked while I kept walking, scanning the situation.

“The best course would be to circle around the palace and head for the western gate.”

“But you won’t take the best course, will you?”

She really does get me.

I pulled up my coat collar and gave a small nod.