a seafarer? And what sane person would want to spend more time on a boat?”
Inej smiled. “I’ve heard this city drives people mad.”
Kaz drew his watch from his waistcoat. “We’re coming up on eight bells. Van Eck is gathering the Merchant Council at his house for a meeting tonight.”
“Do you think they’ll devote more resources to the search for Wylan?” asked Nina.
“Probably. It’s not our concern anymore. The noise and people coming and going will provide good cover for Wylan and me to get the seal out of the safe. Nina and Inej will hit Sweet Reef at the same time. The guards patrol the silos’ perimeter constantly, and it takes about twelve minutes for them to make it around the fence. They always leave someone to watch the gate, so be smart about the approach.” He placed a tiny stoppered bottle on the table. “This is coffee extract. Kuwei, Nina, Jesper, I want you all wearing plenty of it. If those Shu soldiers really can scent Grisha, this might throw them off.”
“Coffee?” asked Kuwei, popping the cork and taking a tentative sniff.
“Clever,” said Jesper. “We used to pack illegal shipments of jurda and spices in coffee grounds to throw off the stadwatch dogs. Confuses their noses.”
Nina took the bottle and dabbed a generous amount of the extract behind her ears and at her wrists. “Let’s hope the Kherguud work the same way.”
“Your refugees had better be ready,” said Kaz. “How many are there?”
“Fewer than we thought. Fifteen and um … some of the people from the embassy too. A total of seventeen.”
“Plus you, Matthias, Wylan, and Kuwei. Twenty-one. Specht will forge the letter accordingly.”
“I’m not going,” said Wylan.
Jesper clasped his fingers together to make them stay still. “No?”
“I’m not letting my father run me out of this city again.”
“Why is everyone so determined to stay in this miserable town?” Nina grumbled.
Jesper tipped his chair back, studying Kaz. He’d shown no surprise that Wylan wanted to remain in Ketterdam. “You knew,” he said, putting the pieces together. “You knew Wylan’s mother was alive.”
“Wylan’s mother is alive?” said Nina.
“Why do you think I let you two go to Olendaal?” Kaz said.
Wylan blinked. “And you knew I was lying about the quarry.”
Jesper felt a spike of rage. It was one thing for Kaz to mess with him, but Wylan wasn’t like the rest of them. Despite the bad hand he’d drawn with his father, Wylan hadn’t let his circumstances or this city knock the goodness out of him. He still believed people could do right. Jesper pointed a finger at Kaz. “You shouldn’t have sent him to Saint Hilde blind like that. It was cruel.”
“It was necessary.”
Wylan’s fists were clenched. “Why?”
“Because you still didn’t understand what your father really is.”
“You could have told me.”
“You were angry. Angry wears off. I needed you righteous.”
Wylan crossed his arms. “Well, you’ve got me.”
Kaz folded his hands over his cane. “It’s getting late, so everybody put away your Poor Wylan hankies and set your minds to the task at hand. Matthias, Jesper, and Kuwei will leave for the embassy at half past nine bells. You approach from the canal. Jesper, you’re tall, brown, and conspicuous—”
“All synonyms for delightful.”
“And that means you’ll have to be twice as careful.”
“There’s always a price to be paid for greatness.”
“Try to take this seriously,” said Kaz, voice like a rusty blade. Was that actual concern? Jesper tried not to wonder if it was for him or the job. “Move quickly and get everyone to the docks no sooner than ten. I don’t want all of you hanging around attracting attention. We meet at Third Harbor, berth fifteen. The ship is called the Verrhader . It sails the route from Kerch to Ravka several times a year.” He rose. “Stay smart and stay quiet. None of this works if Van Eck gets wise.”
“And stay safe,” added Inej. “I want to celebrate with all of you when that boat leaves the harbor.”
Jesper wanted that too. He wanted to see them all safe on the other side of this night. He raised his hand. “Will there be champagne?”
Nina finished the last of the crackers, licking her fingers. “I’ll be there, and I’m effervescent.”
After that, there was nothing to do but finish packing up their gear. There would be no grand goodbye.
Jesper shuffled over to the table where Wylan was packing his satchel and pretended to search for something he needed in the pile of maps and documents.
He hesitated, then said, “You could stay with