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They pull the bag away, and Cehrazad blinks in the sudden light. She dropped Dunyazad’s mask on the way here, in fear and resignation: she was caught, and would hide behind no face but her own.

“This isn’t her,” grunts someone in surprise.

“What?” A head wearing an ornate full mask blocks the light. “What’s your name, girl?”

“Cehrazad,” she manages, “of House Loong.”

Silence. Then: “You were wearing your sister’s face.”

This time Cehrazad is the silent one.

“Get her an underface,” grumbles her captor, and when he turns in profile his mask is like a great and cruel bird.