Harry has set down Lady at last, and she trots contentedly at his heels, occasionally getting distracted and scampering off to snap at a cart horse's heels or try to chase a chicken, but always coming back when she's done.

He's completing a similar mental checklist: dogs, sword, not too many questions asked.

"It may be we could return," he says as they pass back into the inner court, back towards the hall. "Some disguise more clever, thou couldst see more--"