If Daniel had truly been the man about town that, for a few minutes, he was pretending to be, he'd have had eyes only for the people in the windows and on the garden paths. He'd have strained to glimpse something – a new trend in the cut of Persian vests, or two important Someones exchanging whispers in a shadowed corner. But as it was, there was one spectacle, and one only, that drew his gaze, like Polaris sucking on a lodestone. He turned his back on the King's dwellings and looked south across the garden and the bowling green towards Westminster.