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said a fainter voice. “Ma’am.”
    “They brought you coffee,” echoed Mug. “Ma’am.”
    Meralda glared. “Thank you,” she said.
    “It’s from Flayne’s,” said a Bellringer. Tervis , Meralda decided. He’s the timid twin. What a difference a few minutes made.
    Meralda smiled. A cup of Flayne’s coffee was sixpence. A lavish sum, on a guardsman’s pay, even split in two.
    Meralda padded to her front door and opened it a hand’s width. “Thank you,” she said again, as a grinning Kervis thrust a steaming paper cup within. “Now, if you gentlemen will take a seat, I’ll be out in a moment.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” chorused the guards.
    Meralda eased the door shut.
    “Yes, ma’am,” said Mug, his voice a perfect rendition of the Bellringers. “They’ll both be in love with you before the Accords, you know. Ah, love,” added Mug, with a tossing of leaves. “Flowers and music and moonlight and guardsmen! You’ll have to get a bigger place, the three of you. What will old Missus Whitlonk think, what with the lads coming and going at all hours?”
    Meralda raised the cup to her lips, kicked off her mismatched slippers, and marched wordlessly back to her bedroom.
     
     
    Angis and his cab were waiting at the curb when Meralda and the Bellringers clattered down the steps and out into the hustle and bustle of Fairlane Street.
    “Morning, Thaumaturge,” said Angis, doffing his hat. “Who ’er these lads? Book-ends?”
    Meralda laughed. “Goodman Angis Kert, meet Tervis and Kervis Bellringer. They are my guards until the Accords.”
    Angis guffawed. “Where you lads from?”
    “Allaskar, sir,” said Kervis. “Just outside Moren.”
    Angis took Meralda’s battered black leather instrument bag and placed it carefully in the cab. “Knew a man from Allaskar, once,” he said. “When I was in the army. What was his name, now?”
    Meralda caught hold of the cab’s side rail and climbed inside. A double-decked Steam Guild trolley chugged past, smokestacks billowing, sending pedestrians and cabs scurrying off the track lane and momentarily drowning out the clatter of the road and the conversation between the Bellringers and Angis.
    Meralda settled back into the cushioned seat and closed her eyes.
    “Pardon, Thaumaturge,” said Tervis at the door. “Goodman Kert wants to know our destination. And Kervis wants to know if he can ride up top, to keep an eye out.”
    Meralda smiled. She, too, recalled a time when Tirlin was best seen from the cabman’s seat.
    “We go to the Tower, guardsman,” she said. “And tell guardsman Kervis I shall feel most secure knowing he and Angis are scouring the sidewalks for wandering Vonat river bandits.”
    Meralda sensed Tervis grin, but did not open her eyes to see it. The door shut. Words were spoken. An instant later the cab door opened and Tervis climbed inside.
    “We’re off, ma’am,” he said, his sword clattering against the cab door’s frame. “We’re off!”
    The cab rolled smoothly into traffic. Above, Angis and Kervis were chatting away like long lost brothers. From the sound of it, Angis may well have served in the army with the Bellringers’ uncle. Meralda noted with mild shock that the cabman’s language never veered from strict propriety, even when a ten-horse road barge nearly forced Angis onto the sidewalk.
    Wakened, Meralda kept her eyes open after that. Across from her Tervis stared through his window, occasionally biting back habitual exclamations to his twin at the sight of passing trolleys, a Builder’s Guild steam shovel at work, and the distant, bobbing hulks of dirigibles moored in a field east of the docks. The guardsman went slack-jawed with awe when he spied a walking barge hauling a load of lumber up a steep hill, and again when the automaton at the fruit market singled him out for a wave and a doff of its red hat.
    “Mum said we’d see wonders, ma’am,” said Tervis, as the shadow of a rising airship blotted out the sun.