"It is not so grand as Paris," Harry laughs, picking up his pace to escape the rain. "But if thou wouldst see a town, why, it may claim that title."

He ducks back into the covered passageway that leads from the inner court back into the great hall, but pauses before he goes inside. "It were best we now move quickly, and bear an air that brooks no questions-- that we do seem to say, while saying nothing, we must have these dogs, and it is not for you to question."