Kyp glanced back at Thingopolis, dark clouds hanging above the distant city. He thought about the Berserker running amok, delirious with pleasure as it battered its way through the ruinous streets. He thought about the Tealeaf, its pale body  bright with guzzled Light - and Madame Chartreuse, gliding among the survivors of the Cavalcade, hunting for treasures; hunting for him.