The men were brought to their knees. Lyra was shaking, and she had to hide her hands behind her back so as to not give herself away. Sweat rolled down her back and she suddenly felt she couldn't breathe in her corseted bodice. Her heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest. Maybe they won't recognize her; it was dark where they made the deal, and she was in a cloak.
The guards pulled their heads up by their hair. The men, faces swollen, were forced to look at the Princesses. Lyra forced her face to school into a neutral expression and avoided direct eye contact with them.
Kitana watched as the one that looked like he had an eye stabbed looked at her. His good eye moved over to Zelda, then Lyra, then Jasmine, and narrowed his eyes as he studied them again.
"That one", Lyra heard one say.
Lyra did not look their way. Oh no, please not her.
"That one", the other one said.
"That one, I remember her eyes", another said.
