"I arrest you," Beka declares exhausted as she ties the thief's hands together, "in the King's name." Around her people burst into cheers and the young woman looks up like a startled deer. Turning back to her quarry, she finds that even the young man covered in the filth of the lower city is clapping, using every bit of space afforded by his binds. 'Bloodhound,' they all cheer, 'bloodhound!'

Beka turns a pasty shade of white. In that moment she realizes she's wearing only a breastband and loincloth.

Please feel free to kill her now.