The three of them drifted over to commiserate with Miriam's opponent, who was ruefully stowing his racket and towels in a bag; but for all Miriam's diplomatic steerage, Nalan Ertekin did not seem unduly concerned to make her escape. I felt a momentary glimmer of admiration for her. Telling a UN executive, in effect an officer of the Protectorate, that you're a Quellist is a bit like confessing to ritual slaughter at a vegetarian dinner; it's not really the done thing.