Glain came last and fell into step with Jess. They looked for all the world like two guards escorting a visiting Scholar and his companion on a pleasant day out in Rome. They were halfway across the Forum when Jess said, “Do any of us have an idea which way we’re going?” He was eyeing the Library’s lions, which were restlessly, aggressively patrolling the Basilica Julia. So far, they’d not been sent out hunting. They needed to be away from the Forum before that happened.

“This way,” Glain said. “Lucky for you, I study maps of a city I’m being sent to defend instead of napping in the transport.”

She led them quickly and calmly out of the Forum and to the Via Baccina, while Morgan walked arm in arm with Thomas, subtly supporting him when he faltered. There were no lions following yet, but Jess imagined they’d be fanning out through the Forum now, searching for the fugitives. Every High Garda soldier in the city and every local Roman Garda would be alerted soon, if they hadn’t been already.

Behind them, distant screams. The lions had been loosed, and when Jess looked back, he saw crowds of people moving fast away from the direction of the Forum. Panic would be spreading quickly.

“Do you think they got out?” Morgan asked.

Thomas patted her hand gently. “With Santi and Wolfe leading? They got out. Don’t worry.” He was panting, Jess saw. Not much energy left. He hoped this workshop Thomas had mentioned was close.

“What’s waiting for us at the workshop?” Glain asked Thomas as they walked up the next hill, away from the chaos of the Forum. Thomas slowed with every step as they made the climb, and crowds were thinner here. They’d be more easily noticed by anyone trained to look. “Don’t tell me wait and see, or I’ll forget I’m your friend, Thomas Schreiber.”

“I’m your friend, even if you forget that, too,” Thomas said. “I won’t lead you into too much danger, and I won’t keep you in the dark. Signor Glaudino’s workshop is the primary repair shop for the automata of Rome.”

“Wait,” she said, and turned to face him, still walking backward. “Are you telling me you’re dragging us into a shop full of lions?”

“I don’t know if they’re all lions,” he said. “Most, probably. There are a few made in the shape of Roman gods, and, of course—”

“Are they working?”

“Oh, some of them will be, since Glaudino will have fixed them.”

“We can’t fight automata, Thomas!”

“We won’t have to,” Thomas said. “They’ll be switched off. How else would Signor Glaudino even begin work on them? Jess, you and Glain have to take the master and his apprentices and lock them away, and give Morgan and me time to repair and change one. Do you think you can do that?”

“We can do our jobs,” Glain said. Then she sent Jess a look, and he knew exactly what it meant.