The back door bangs open and Aldus looks up with a start to see a grinning Cyrward close it and lean against it, breathing hard. "Cyrward! Good news? Or did you have fun playing tag with the Siguri?" "Ha! It was a good chase." Then his face falls. "But no, it's not good news. The Siguri have imposed a curfew and people are angry. The town is on the edge of a riot. Genel's no use, of course." He tugs his hood off, awkwardly left-handed. "And Wil?" "Still in the Watch house. We can't break him out of there. The town would join in and people would get hurt." He turns to Aldus, suddenly angry. "And Wil would be a fugitive. He can hardly join the Orderhouse as a wanted criminal, can he?" "You'd be surprised," Aldus mutters. "Sorry?" "Nothing."