บท 88: Chapter 88: Defeat, Part 2

What are we supposed to do? Mahzan asked. He's right: this is completely different than what we thought we'd be doing, and only one of us is remotely trained for playing political games.

Trained, but a little bit out of favor, I'd say. Binhadi sighed. First, we need to get off the street. If we're in as much trouble as we think, it's only a matter of time before someone recognizes us.

Mahzan nodded and dismounted again, this time to stop various people and talk to them. After only a few minutes he returned smiling. "This way. I've found us an inn."

They fell into step behind him, keeping as close together as possible through the crowded streets. More than a few people gave them curious or annoyed looks, since very few other persons were riding horses—but almost immediately after looking at them the people turned away looking puzzled, like they'd forgotten what they were doing or where they were going.