While it did eventually pull me in, I was frustrated by the protagonists’ misunderstandings, annoyed by the constantly shifting setting, and jolted by the attempted dialects. My patience for long, untranslated sentences in different languages is not what it was for Dunnett or Heyer, and I have no patience at all for the Spanish Inquisition. Also, while I realize that every cross-dressing plot is obligated to point out “oh no this looks gay,” the gay villain was no such obligation. I did like the dynamics among most of the women, as Kat makes friends wherever she goes in spite of her extremely sketchy circumstances, but frankly I think a romance between her and Jane would have made a perfectly good book, with none of the nonsense about possible treason.