"The guards at the gate nodded and smiled at them. "I hate that," Royce muttered as they passed. "What?" "They didn't even think to stop us, and they actually smiled. They know us by sight now--by sight. Alric used to have the decency to send word discreetly and receive us unannounced. Now uniformed soldiers knock on the door in daylight, waving and saying, 'Hello, we have a job for you.'" "He didn't wave." "Give it time, he will be--waving and grinning. One day Jeremy will be buying drinks for his soldier buddies at The Rose and Thorn. They'll all be there, the entire sentry squad, laughing, smiling, throwing their arms over our shoulders and asking us to sing 'Calide Portmore' with them--'Once more, with gusto!' And at some point one particularly sweaty ox will give me a hug and say how honored he is to be in our company." "Jeremy?" "What? That's his name." "You know the name of the soldier at the gate?" Royce scowled. "You see my point? Yes, I know his name and they know ours. We might as well wear uniforms and move into Arista's old room." They climbed the stone steps to the main entrance, where a soldier quickly opened a door for them and gave a slight bow. "Master Melborn, Master Blackwater." "Hey, Digby." Hadrian waved as he passed. When he caught Royce scowling, he added, "Sorry." "It's a good thing we're both retired. You know, there's a reason there are no famous living thieves"