Subtlety has never been, and will never be, the hallmark of Joscelin Verreuil or any Cassiline. But grace, perhaps, is - grace and economy. To run through an unreal space, occupied by dozens of people, with a naked sword-blade is a clumsy thing, but Joscelin makes it look not only natural, but easy - and he does it without ever passing within a sword's-reach of anyone, so that they are all of them perfectly safe, even if they do not see him coming.

But to see that gray blur, flashing silver at the edges, and not think "Cassiline" is utterly impossible. As impossible as thinking a Cassiline would bare his sword first in a fight.