Who was that!?
Leonard's instincts went on alert, and he spun around.
Pedestrians streamed along the street, but the figure had already vanished into the crowd.
"Strange..."
Leonard frowned. That inexplicable sense of familiarity had come and gone in a flash. He retraced his steps, but found nothing.
Was I imagining it?
"Old Man, did you notice anything?"
Leonard lowered his voice. "Did anyone who passed me just now seem off?"
Pallez's answer disappointed him.
"I was reading the paper. I didn't notice."
"Some help you are..."
Leonard rolled his eyes, but he also relaxed a little. If even Pallez's spiritual instincts had detected nothing, the person probably wasn't dangerous—at least, not to him. If there had been real danger, that old man, terrified of dying, would have warned him at once and told him to run.
Afterward, Leonard found a secluded spot and summoned Klein's messenger to pass along his intelligence.
I'm sorry, Your Excellency Ishmael. I've betrayed the Church... But to hunt down Ince Zangwill, I'll do whatever it takes. I may even pray to the Fool in the future and seek power from Him...
Burdened by shame he could hardly put into words, Leonard returned to his lodgings.
The night passed without incident.
The next day, the two of them left through the back door of the local church and took a carriage to the port. From there, they would board a steamship north across the Sonia Sea to a Feysac port, then travel on to Saint Millon.
Inside the moving carriage, they opened the suitcase the local church's Priest had given them.
It contained two complete sets of identity papers, one for a man and one for a woman, both legal citizens of Feysac.
"Ilyich Fedorov, Kunieva Fedorov... Hmm, Miss Daly, according to these documents, we're