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Nathaniel glanced back just for a heartbeat. "Did you be thinking I'd not notice that my bundle was a mite heavier than when I packed it? Heavier by the suit of clothes you was made to wear at that dinner."

"If you were to attire yourself in the proper Norillian style in Saint Luke, I would not want you to feel alone."

That brought Nathaniel full around, his paddle resting against his thighs. "You liked being all gussied up, didn't you?"

" Natahe."

"Oh, now don't you go and be telling me you don't understand. You know right well what I was asking." Nathaniel turned back an applied himself to his paddle. " Natahe, my left foot."

He added outrage to his words, but was happy his friend couldn't see his smile. The simple fact was that Kamiskwa wore Mystrian clothes very well. He'd been given breeches and a long coat in black, with white hose and shirt. Black shoes with silver buckles and a dark green neck-cloth had been added to finish his outfit. He'd found a string of malachite beads in his bag and used it to tie his hair back. The whole thing gave him a slightly diabolical cast, but one that looked good.

By contrast, Nathaniel had just looked awkward. His shoes had felt too short, or so he thought, until the Count took him aside and pointed out that he had them on the wrong feet. There didn't seem a way to know that, and Nathaniel had never heard of shoes meant for each specific foot-clear foolishness, that was. But when he switched them they did feel better. Still, the hose scratched. He managed to misbutton the coat, and the shirt sleeves ended in lace that only had one purpose-to soak up gravy faster than a biscuit.

He did count his blessings, however. Neither he nor Kamiskwa had been provided wigs, which had to have itched something awful. Nathaniel really couldn't see any purpose to the things since all the men but the Bishop had hair.

"I am thinking it is a good thing your father weren't there for that dinner else we'd be having nine-course meals in Saint Luke and then dancing after."

"No dancing."

Nathaniel's grin broadened. "You just ain't got no appreciation for culture."

"No. You dance for recreation. We dance for magick."

"Oh, there was some magick there." Nathaniel had enjoyed the dancing, despite not being good at it. The Princess had brought along a string quartet and a dance caller. The caller explained all the dances, which were danced by couples and groups of four. Mrs. Frost or Lilith Bumble ended up being partnered with him all of the time, but when the dance's progression would put him in league with Rachel and her partner, breaths were being held. Everyone watched them to see how they reacted, and those reactions and their impression had been a source of much mirth when Nathaniel and Rachel were out fishing.

"I do not think you appreciate how much magick there was, my friend."

"Prolly not." Nathaniel chuckled. "But I sure did enjoy it."

The fortnight following the dinner had been one with a bit of entertainment, but the guests left after four days, allowing the Prince, the Count, Nathaniel, and Kamiskwa to get down to work. The Prince and the Count drew up a list of facts they needed to know about the fortress. The Prince added to it a list of things he wanted to know about du Malphias' pasmortes. He even hoped they could capture one for him and bring it back.

Nathaniel had not liked that prospect. "Begging your pardon, Highness, but what if it gets all bitey or stabbity or otherwise unpeaceable? It's going to be a long trip back here."

The prince had allowed that might be a problem, and the next day borrowed Nathaniel's bullet mold and produced some special ammunition. They fired the bullets a few times, both being satisfied with the performance, and Nathaniel promised to report on their effect against pasmortes.

Nathaniel and Kamiskwa pushed their walks fast and reached the winter Saint Luke in a week and a half. They stopped long enough to get a good night's sleep, then picked up Makepeace Bone and made for to Hattersburg. Instead of heading into the town itself, they stopped at Seth's farm.

He didn't seem to bear them any grudge, but his new wife-Meg Gates-did. She would have made them sleep in the cow shed, but Seth explained how if it weren't for them making him go to Temperance, she'd never have taken care of his cow, they wouldn't have fallen in love, and wouldn't have gotten married. This mollified her a little, though Nathaniel figured she loved the cow more than Seth.

From there they made directly for Pine Lake, cutting the trip to three days. They reached the small island by mid-afternoon. The wind had shifted from east to north, so Makepeace suggested they stop for the day.

Kamiskwa disagreed. "Snow tomorrow. We should best get across now."