"We were both covered in enough mud that that did not even matter, loyal guard."

Thank goodness for that dry-cleaners at the next village, though. They worked wonders.

Rachel has plenty of time to poke the necklace, as it takes Yrael some while to untangle all the necklaces enough to slip that particular one free and put it in the bag.

Yrael looks around, thoughtfully. "We probably shouldn't linger here too long. I do not recall when they change the guards."