Chapter 18, The Spy:
His ward now slept under the protection of the Huntress. The goddess statue watched over her. The Spy had never been a religious person, but he thought Della, in the green leathers when he first met, was what the goddess might look like as a child. If a goddess ever dealt with childhood. Something about the face on the gold replica reminded him of her, or vice versa. It wasn’t innocence, Della had never been innocent in his mind. She was a street-smart ruffian, even if she was brought up in a palace away from harm. Her family was not so gentle to let her have a real childhood.
He stayed up with the priest, his counterpart from the town of Cliffside. They shared a drink of weak beer. The priest never asked about the young woman who tagged along, and the Spy never gave
