"I see," she said. "Are the the two situations related?" He moved, and a shower of sparkles wafted off of him. She leaned back surreptitiously; sparkles would really defeat the mood of her costume. "Lena Jackobsen," she said, with a small amount of pride. And then, because the English couldn't be reliably counted on to be aware of other countries' major historical events: "Leader of the Rövarkvinner? Outran the police for fourteen years?"