“I don’t know what that is.” Ocellus stepped into their little anteroom, pushing aside a curtain of plastic strips. The entire palace looked that way—more like an ancient vehicle that was decaying and being gradually replaced than a structure in its own right. “But it’s a good thing you didn’t tell my father or uncle that. If you were getting invaded at the time you left… that would’ve weakened your position considerably. Not to mention they would’ve thought it was evidence that Celestia still lived.”