"Oh, a copy, right," Ffion says, shifting position. Inric files the word away in his growing Rhydaben vocabulary. "It's funny," she goes on, staring up into the canopy, "Ithel kept warning Ellis people were after the book. He said there was a spy. After I saw the imitation chuckets, I thought it had to be Heilyn or Gwyn. The new waiters." She laughs, suddenly amused. "Turns out they were both spies. But the only one who ever asked for the book was Ithel! And I still don't know why. Maybe that's what he was looking for in the apartment."