A delivery van from the Cruxicogentian Retreat at Little Porrit draws up outside Moudi’s. Sister Perfectry gets out and fetches a carton of her medicinal herbs (yes, she still consults the 1721 edition of the London Pharmacopoeia). Ahmed greets her enthusiastically. He has a plan. There is conflict around Prigentia’s exile. Those who engineered it are feeling guilty, but meet criticism with hostility. Those sympathetic to the teenage miscreant (is she really a miscreant anyway, asks Tabitha) led by the Young Kimrock, are intensifying their campaign. Ahmed has set up a street food stall in the middle of the Seven Dials roundabout and is offering free cups of one of his exotic tisanes. It contains a powerful concentrated pacifying tincture.
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