Personal Log of Octavia E. Pye
Thursday, February 25
Forenoon Watch: One Bell
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“Which way now?” Jack asked a few hours later as we caught our breaths.
I leaned against the rough wall of a warehouse, peering around him to make sure we hadn’t been followed from the Moghul ship. Jack was barely breathing hard, the uncorseted rotter.
“We’re at the river, so northwards. If we can get to a main street, we can get a cab,” I said. “I think we lost them when you insisted we double back.”
He beamed with pride. “Told you I knew how to handle a tail, even when it’s made up of seven murderous Moghuls.”
“Yes, well, they wouldn’t have been quite so murderous if you hadn’t been brandishing that chamber pot so effectively. I do hope you didn’t hit Azahgi too hard.”
“You of all people shoul
