The Knights of Cayenne wear thick mustaches, but only, you understand, as a preventative measure against the sneezing. They also carry canteens of sour cream.

Savarin would of course have difficulty with the first part. She’s sure she can overcome it, though, by means of a scarf or shaved-down corks or just force of will. She peppers her hair every day before scimitar practice. So what if the others think she has lice?

Let them sneer and mutter. To be a Knight of Cayenne is to face the flames, she knows, and to have the strength not to wipe your eyes.