"I'm glad there are two of us."

"If I were brave, I would jump into the Font myself and join my Portia."

"........do you want another hug."

"Yes."

Yep okay she can have one.

Mordred is getting really good at hugging cultists, and other sentences that would probably make Zoe make faces.

"--You got murdered last week?"

"Did you know," Mordred says, as if this is a completely normal conversational topic -- still hugging her -- "that most people don't get semilethally drowned by a cultist even once in their entire lives?"

"Ugh. Peter."

"No style at all."

"Someone said he talked like he learned how from a Dale Carnegie course and I really can't say she was wrong.. --anyway. Yes, and he's under the impression that my name is Thomas Lee and I'm still dead, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell him otherwise."

"How did you come back to life?"

"You don't look like a zombie. Or smell like one."

"I am some variety of nonhuman that doesn't die when drowned, not totally clear on details other than that.

--I don't remember if I told you my actual name, it's Mordred."

"That doesn't limit the options much and even I don't know everything." She sighs.

"What... is your plan."

He thinks about it for a couple seconds, debating whether to reveal the existence of Martin.

"...........depends on how you feel about learning spells that require you to deliberately not use the power you have or exert influence on the world."

"I don't feel like using my power has done much for me."

"Not wrong but I wasn't going to say it -- so my plan is to either introduce you to the person who knows the relevant spells better than I do, or just write them down and hand them to you, depending on what happens when I ask him about it, and then close the mouth in Malta."

"How do you close the mouth."

Mordred explains, haltingly, into Montgomery Donovan's hair, the processes for the rituals of self denial and casting out the black pharaoh.

Montgomery nods sharply. "The spell to cast out the black pharaoh ought to close the Mouth; it's a Mask of Nyarlathotep."

Do we know that for sure, he considers saying, but the only evidence he has to the contrary is that Savitree's uncertain and that seems like the kind of thing he promised Inaaya he wouldn't reveal, jesus fucking christ why is he juggling so many secrets oh right because he can't leave well enough alone,

"That's good."

And Zoe pulls up in a taxi outside the coffeeshop.

Mordred and Montgomery are clearly visible from outside. (Conversely, Zoe is clearly visible from inside.)

A guard stops her. "Ma'am, this is a private coffeeshop."

Okay! Okay that implies some things that aren't great.

He lets go of Montgomery. Not particularly hurriedly, not in a way that would suggest that anything's happening.

"The suicide shouldn't be necessary, although I'm glad we have it as a backup."

Nodnod. "Good to have plans that don't involve more people getting eaten."

"A... private... coffeeshop?"

"Yes."