Before the Court became the Court and was a Museum of Decorative Arts and History, I visited it often. The square building with a large yard in the middle made me feel like I’d stepped back in time, and its extensive exhibitions always caught my attention. But after the war broke out and then ended, I didn’t come around too often. The museum stood on the north side of the river, and venturing into the mythborn-controlled territory was risky. Besides, the Court guards wouldn’t let anyone in who hadn’t been invited by Lady Eithne or some other influential mythborn. Even when I did assignments for them, carried messages from Trinity or requested information, I’d only be allowed as far as the inner courtyard. Eithne would come down to me, and I’d never get to see the Court’s interior or the my
