He nods to one of the guards, who peels off. "I'm sorry to have frightened you."

"Um, it's... all right, your grace...?"

"I was enjoying the song."

"Baby be quiet, I'll show you the sky, goes on forever, no one knows why..."

He smiles encouragingly at her and sits back to listen.

Okay, she'll, uh, kneel in the street and invent verses to "Baby Be Quiet" and sing them to her baby for Prince Masaharta.

The guard comes back. 

"They're missing the baby, at the temple, but not her," he says.

Shit.

" - huh.

- do you want to explain what is actually going on?" he says mildly. "At this point I'm curious."

"She's mine."

" - husband didn't want her?"

"I don't have one of those your grace."

" - okay. So you - stole your baby?"

"They stole her first."

"Do you happen to know anything about the disruption at the temple earlier?"

"- it was just to get the alarn set off. It's paint."

He looks at her, up at his guards. " - what happens next."

"- am I supposed to know?"

"It's hard to predict how a court would see the packages, your grace. If they were intended to do damage that'd be straightforward, but as they weren't -"

"It's just littering, I should think."

She starts trying to take off the robe - she's got normal clothes on under it - without putting the baby down, or looking like anyone might not get their hand bitten off if they tried to take her. She gets one arm out of a sleeve and moves the baby to that arm.

They continue their conversation. 

"And kidnapping, your grace."

"And that," he agrees. 

"And impersonating a priest. And lying to you and to your security."

"- yes, I guess, those."