There was a steam carriage parked at the edge of the square, just next to the gate in the emergency wall. A woman in a bright blue dress with a large flower-covered hat sat at the steering wheel. From his angle, Staff couldn’t tell if it was Iolanthe or Yuah. Mother Linton stood at the side of the vehicle and carried on a conversation with the woman—whoever it was. Staff watched carefully, and though he couldn’t discern the identity of the driver, it became obvious that the discussion between her and the priest was becoming heated. He felt a jerk on his arm as Miss Rocanna stopped.