OLDENBURG GENTEELLY KICKED him out not much later, eager to get into that pile of mail. Under the politely curious gaze of the Beefeaters and their semi-tame ravens, Daniel walked down Water Lane, on the southern verge of the Tower complex. He walked past a large rectangular tower planted in the outer wall, above the river, and realized too late that if he'd only turned his head and glanced to the left at that point, he could've looked through the giant arch of Traitor's Gate and out across the river. Too late now – seemed a poor idea to go back. Probably just as well he hadn't gawked – then whoever was watching him would suspect that Oldenburg had mentioned it.