'Haven't been so awake in half a year – that's the difficulty,' Jack said, stooping down to unroll an arm's length of silk, and drawing it through the air like a flag, trying to make it waft. A shaft of sunlight would've been useful. But the only radiant heavenly body shedding light into this courtyard was Eliza's – turned out in one of a few dresses she'd been working on for months. Jack had watched them come together out of what looked to him like scraps, and so the effect on him was not as powerful. But when Eliza walked through the market, she drew such looks that Jack practically had to bind his right arm to his side, lest it fly across his body and whip out the Damascus blade and teach the merchants of Leipzig some manners.