"I," said Fengye, "am certain that you have the wrong person, mistress. I am but a humble scribe of the Dominion, kidnapped by N'yari."

[The Mask: 8. The lie you have chosen is unexpectedly perfect, creating a new opportunity]

Remember how to do this. Let the tea spill. Let your hands tremble. Blush and look down. Wilt. Step back into yourself and become again the perfect scribe, the dutiful nobody. Cunning fingers, broken legs. No threat to anybody. And, when the time comes, steal a glimpse of your superior through your lashes and judge where the limits of her vision lie.