The Captain hesitated for a moment, then said, "I received word of the Supreme Admiral's arrival a short while ago, sir, but I do not believe this is a mutiny."
Hugo ground his teeth. "It is a mutiny. It cannot be the Prince; he is undoubtedly marching on the Tree right now."
Hugo drew his paintbrush, gripping it in his right hand, and took hold of a wooden palette bearing seven watercolors in his left.
