Really it would make more sense to walk around the front of the Turtle Pond instead of going up the rise behind the pond, past the little toy castle, and down the other side. But Andrew's pretty sure that from the railing of the castle's courtyard he'll be able to get something close to an overhead view of the bronze King Jagiello on his pedestal, and maybe some further clue as to what Vayan and his people were doing there that night last month.

It's not really all that cold, but he’s been out in it for a couple of hours and that's enough to make his muscles stiff and complainy as he climbs the rise. "Quit whining, legs," he mutters under his breath. "We're almost done and then we can find a Starbucks and get a hot chocolate, okay?"