Submit to authority, or conquer.
— Balzac "Pere Goriot"
The door of the Prokop Café swung open with a jingle of the wind chime.
Arthur and Louis walked side by side out of the café, amidst the bustling crowd and carriages on the street, faint strains of music from street performers could be heard.
The chain of Arthur's pocket watch glittered in the sunset as he took out his watch to glance at it.
There was still a little time left before his scheduled meeting with the Royalists.
He glanced at the scenery on both sides of the road. Although he knew the French government valued Louis, it was rather vexing to have three or four carriages tail him daily.
Unless they could shake off those men, the plan to meet the Royalists would naturally prove futile.
After thinking it over slightly, he finally decided to lead Louis out through the café's back door.
