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I stick the blade through the iron latch, blocking the door. I can hear them banging and shouting on the other side. It will not hold forever; I can only hope it will hold long enough for us to get away.
"This way," Kartik says. We've come out onto a dark London street. Snowflakes mix with the black swirl of gaslit fog, making it hard to see very far. But there are other people out. I recognize this area. We're not far from Pall Mall Square and the most exclusive men's clubs of London. Those were the men's voices I heard!
"I'll hold them off until you can get away," Kartik says, breathless.
"Wait! Kartik! You can't go back," I say. "You can't ever go back."
Kartik bounces on his heels, his legs torn between standing here and running back, the way a child runs to his mother to say Sorry, sorry for what I did, now please forgive me. But the Rakshana are not forgiving. Kartik's only just realizing what his rash act means. By helping me, he has thrown away any chance of joining them as a member in full. He has turned his back on the only family he knows. He is without patronage, without a home. He is alone, like me. Fowlson and Jackson rush out onto the sidewalk, looking wildly left and right. They spot us. Miss McCleethy follows. Kartik still stands as if he doesn't know which way to turn.
"Come on," I say, looping my arm boldly through his."We're going for a walk."
We do our best to blend in with the people bustling about on the streets, the men leaving their clubs after dinner, cigars, and brandy; the couples on their way to the theater or to a party.
Behind us, I can hear Fowlson whistling a military tune, something I've heard English soldiers sing in India.
"I wouldn't have done it," he says.
"Just walk, please," I say.
"I would have let you get away."
Fowlson's whistling, dishonestly pure, cuts through the street noise and traffic to chill my very bones. I glance behind us. They are getting closer. I face forward to see a greater horror: Simon and his father are just leaving the Athenaeum club. They must not see me here. I drop Kartik's arm and turn back.
"What are you doing?" he says.
"It's Simon," I say."I can't be found out."
"Well, we certainly can't go that way!"
I'm in a panic. Simon steps out from under the watchful eye of the Athena statue atop the club's grand entrance. He is headed our way. His carriage waits at the curb. Someone steps from a hansom, paying the driver. Pushing another couple out of the way, Kartik opens the door for me.
"Duchess of Kent," he says, smiling at the outraged man and woman."She's needed at once at Saint James's Palace."
The man sputters and shouts, drawing the attention of people on the street, including Simon and his father. I duck out of sight.
;Ohhh," I moan, and do just that.
I am not as graceful as my friend Ann. Instead, I crumple forward, so that my hand is inches from my boot. My fingers find the hilt of the blade hidden in Megh Sambara. If ever I needed protection against my enemies, it is now.
"What now?" Fowlson sighs.
"She is masquerading," Miss McCleethy says, kicking me. I do not move."I tell you, it's a deceit."
"Get her up!" the great voice booms out from above.
Kartik hooks his arms under mine and lifts me up, carrying me to the door, which opens for us.
"Fetch the salts," Fowlson orders.
"She's bluffing," Miss McCleethy snaps. "Don't trust her for a moment."
I keep my eyes lightly closed, peeking through narrow slits to see where Kartik is taking me. We're in a dim hall. From somewhere far above I hear men laughing, muffled talking. Is it a way out? My fingers hold fast to my totem. I push Kartik away and pull the blade, threatening everyone.
"You won't get away. You don't know which door leads out," Fowlson says.
He's right. I'm trapped. Fowlson and Jackson step closer. Miss McCleethy stands waiting, looking as if she could cheerfully eat me for supper.
"No more of this foolishness, Miss Doyle. I am not your enemy."
