She knew that the newspapers would get word of this thing.  It would probably take them a couple of days, but reporters would find out.  There had just been too much happening at once; somepony was likely to notice.  Guards were missing from their post, dozens of professors were about to take the morning train to Ponyville or lose their tenure, and she had frequented her balcony throughout night.  Somepony was going to start asking the right questions, and Lyra was going to be right in the center of it—unless she could forestall it.