"I think I heard something different about keeping things in barns and cages." Rozalin sulked a bit, and if she'd had her wings, she would have let them sag.

"But it's true. Swiss mercenaries, thousands of miles from home, when they'd never left the mountains before-it's all very interesting." She gestured with the fork. "You can't think that way about it, you have to put your head in the mind of the people back then. How did they think about and understand the world?"