“There’s Massha,” I sez, though it’s kinda needless, as she is standin’ in the line waitin’ to go before the queen and is very noticeable in that company. “Can you see the others?”
Nunzio just shakes his head and keeps scannin’ the audience on our right, so I start doin’ the same for the crowd on the left.
Of course, I realize it is unlikely I will be able to spot Tananda, since with that disguise mirror of hers she can look like anyone she wants. I suspect though, knowin’ her to be more than a little vain, that even disguised she will be both female and attractive.
Chumley, however, is another matter entirely. All I gotta do is look for a good sized figure in an outfit that hides its face, and …
Nunzio gives me a quick elbow in the ribs to get my attention, then jerks his head up toward the ceilin’. It takes me a minute to figure out what he’s tryin’ to point out to me, but then somethin’ moves in the shadows of the rafters and I see her. It’s Tananda, and she’s flat on one of the heavy timbers easin’ her way closer to the throne. At first, I’m afraid she’ll fall, but then I realize that she’s …
“Quit looking at her.” Nunzio hisses in my ear. “Do you want the guards to spot her?”
I realize I have been starin’ up at her like some kind of a tourist, and that if I keep doin’ it, other people … like the guards … are gonna start wondering what I’m lookin’ at and start checkin’ the rafters themselves.
“So what do we do now?” I whispers back, tearin’ my eyes away from Tananda’s progress.