"One more thing," Susan says.

She looks around again.

"Marta," she calls, finally, "we need something heavy."

Her nurse, who has been half-keeping an eye on all this while also half-keeping an eye on her dozing brother and half-keeping an eye on the door, looks over.

"Goodness me," the nurse says, "let's see." She gets up and looks at the shelves, pulling down a large brass pitcher. "What about this, Princess Susan? Would it work?"

Susan starts to nod, then turns to wait for Ingress's verdict.