“The man who started his hunger strike today?”

“That he sat down this morning on the steps and that we came here to dig is not quite a coincidence. With the prince’s militia busy dealing with unrest, we knew we could search unobserved.”

“For a time,” added Chartji. “We need to move quickly.”

Kehinde exclaimed as, having unwound the crumbling outer bindings, she uncapped the tube and drew forth the tip-most end of papers so brown they were but one step from curling into dust. She impatiently pushed her spectacles back down to the tip of her nose and perused this scrap end over the lenses.

“Salvageable!” she uttered in tones so fraught they would have seemed at home on the stage. “Brennan! It’s what we prayed for!”

His expression brightened. His grin, like sun, shone on her.

Her eyes widened, as if in surprise to hear herself. Her lips pressed together, and she looked away from him. After gently pushing down the fragile blueprints, she capped the tube. “Chartji,” she said in a crisp tone, handing the tube over to the troll. “You guard this.” She grabbed the spanner from the ground. “We must pull out every part of the press we can carry.”

“We can help,” I said, caught up in her eagerness.

“Cat,” said Bee. “Ought we not keep moving?”

“What has happened to you?” Brennan asked, hand still on the shovel. “Last we saw of you, you and that fine figure of an arrogant cold mage were fleeing the Griffin Inn with an angry mob from Adurnam on your heels. Which, I might add, is when we first got the news about the destruction of the airship.”

“Let me tell you while we dig.”

They were clever listeners and asked all the right questions at the right time. I left out many details I was not yet willing—might not ever be willing—to share, but I laid out the main narrative precisely and with feeling. Bee dug with a vengeance into the debris, heedless of splinters, shards, and soot.

“I am not at all surprised to hear that a mage House would engage in such an unsavory enterprise,” exclaimed Kehinde, placing the platen from the press into one of the leather sacks they had brought with them. She straightened. “But I admit, I am stunned to hear their claim that Camjiata has escaped!”

Brennan whistled lightly in agreement. “That’s put the lion among the cattle.”

“I think the mage Houses meant to keep it secret,” I said. “But they were forced to tell the truth to the Prince of Tarrant and his people.”

Brennan glanced at Kehinde and then at Chartji. Kehinde nodded and the troll bobbed her head. “So shall we keep it secret, until we have a better idea how best to use such precious information.”

“Who are you, anyway?” Bee surveyed Kehinde and Brennan with a critical eye, then paused, more briefly, on Chartji, color high in her cheeks. “Who do you work for? Who has hired you? Who is your master?”

Brennan chuckled. Kehinde sighed and set back to digging.

Chartji said, “Our tale is simple, Maestressa Barahal. We work without a master and without hire.”

“More than that,” added Kehinde, still digging. “We dispute the arbitrary distribution of power and wealth, which is claimed as the natural order, but which is in fact not natural at all but rather artificially created and sustained by ancient privileges.”

“We’re radicals,” said Brennan with a laugh for Bee’s grimace at the matter-of-fact way in which Kehinde delivered this revolutionary and convoluted sentiment. “And we’ve come by it honestly, each by our own path.”

“Now,” said Chartji, the word followed by a brief trill. “Are we done here?”

“We’re done,” said Kehinde, hoisting each of six sacks in turn with a startled “oof!” “We can’t carry more than this. We must hope it is enough to reproduce the mechanism.”

“I should hope,” said Brennan, “that our own machinists are fully as clever as yours in Expedition, Chartji.”

“So we shall see,” she said with another of those toothy grins. “I never quite know what to expect from you rats.” She turned to me. “What, then, Catherine? What of your legal question?”

“Can you protect us from Four Moons House? Physically, I mean? Can you defy them? Or would it endanger you and your own goals?”

“I’ll give you honesty,” said Brennan. “We can’t defy a mage House. If they got their hands on us, they would destroy us.”

“Kill you?” said Bee in a low voice, glancing at me.