Ned Payne cleared 'his' throat, raised 'his' hand, and addressed the thugs with the quickest lie she could come up with. It wasn't a terribly good one: "You're a clever clog. That's no child. That's...a runaway. From...the circus."

Dear lord, she hoped they had circuses in Westeros.

"We're on our way back with him and his accomplice, Houdini, here," Buffy elbowed Podrick in the ribs. "Escape artists. Always gotta keep your eye on them."