Personal Log of Octavia E. Pye
Thursday, February 25
Forenoon Watch: Four Bells
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“So there’s nothing you can do to help us?” “I wish I could, Jack, but my hands are tied.” Alan cast me a forlorn gaze. “As it is, I’m juggling the emperor’s demand that all diplomats be present at the wedding, and Etienne’s plan to have me single-handedly knock out a troop of guards and open up one of the sealed entrances so the Black Hand can infiltrate the reception. I really only came to warn Octavia about the Moghul attack that is evidently imminent.”
I searched his face, but didn’t find any answers there. “You’re sure that it’s the same ship that attacked us?”
“The report Etienne slipped me was that a black Moghul warship was seen crossing the channel this morning. It had a complement of tw
