Even the accent was grating; that wasn't her normal way of talking, Honour was sure of it. She had to learn to talk like a Canterlot courtier. And it was all the better to infiltrate and deceive and dissemble -- Honour was sure of that, too. The more time the corporal spent around the batpony before her, the more she understood Ebonshield's decision to defy her mother, the Reverend Mother Superior, and volunteer to be the Royal Engineer's bodyguard in place of some snake-in-the-grass Lunar.