[There’s nothing overtly Tevene about the young man with the folio who passes Gannicus in the courtyard: he’s dressed like a middle-class Kirkwaller, even if, perhaps, the proud way he holds his chin and his well-postured gait might look more at home in the robes of an Altus.

What ultimately betrays him is how he stops suddenly, turning to stare in clear recognition of a famous athlete that he never even conceived of seeing outside the Minrathous arena (from a fancy and prominent box, of course).

Benedict doesn’t realize he’s staring until it’s far too late to pretend he wasn’t.]