Bitterblue

stare at it or point at it in a demonstrative manner.'

'You said that to strangers?'

'Yes,' said Po. 'They thought I was completely barmy.'

'Well, of course they did!'

'Then they told me that yes, there was a pile of canvas right where I knew her to be, gray and red, which I'm told were the colors she'd been wearing. I had to leave her there, which killed me, but I'd already made enough of a scene, and anyway, I needed to get back and see how you were. Do you know, she even felt a bit like canvas to me? Isn't that wild? Isn't it marvelous?'

'No, it isn't marvelous! She could be in this garden this very minute. She could be this wall we're leaning on!'

'Oh, she isn't,' Po said. 'She isn't anywhere in the castle, I assure you. I wish she were—I want to meet her. She didn't feel malevolent to me, you know. She felt quite sorry about the whole thing.'

'Po. She tried to kidnap me!'

'But she felt as if she were friends with your guard Holt,' said Po. 'I'll try to find her. Maybe she can tell us what Danzhol was up to.'

'But Po, what about the scene you made? And what about my guards who saw you unfazed by the boat? Are you sure no one was suspicious of you?'

The question seemed to subdue him. 'I'm sure. They only thought I was peculiar.'

'I don't suppose there's any point in asking you to be more careful.'

He closed his eyes. 'It's been so long since I've had a break from society. I'd love to go home for a bit.' Rubbing his temples, he said, 'The man you were with this morning, the Lienid who wasn't born a Lienid . . .'

Bitterblue bristled. 'Po—'

'I know,' he said. 'Sweetheart, I know, and I've only got an innocent question. What's his Grace?'

Bitterblue snorted. 'He says he doesn't know.'

'A likely story.'

'Could you tell anything about it from the feel of him?'

Po paused, considering, then shook his head. 'There's a certain feeling to a mind reader, and he didn't have it. But I did feel something unusual about him. Something about his mind, you understand, that I don't feel with cooks or dancers, or your guard, or Katsa. He may have some mental power.'

'Could he be prescient?'

'I don't know. I met a woman in Nander who calls birds with her mind, and calms them. Your friend—he's called Saf, is he?—Saf felt a bit like that woman, but not exactly.'

'Could he have a malevolent power like Leck's?'

Po let out an explosive breath of air. 'I've never encountered anyone with a mind like Leck's. We must hope I never do.' He shifted position and changed his tone. 'Introduce me to Saf, why don't you, and I'll ask him what his Grace is.'

'Oh, certainly, why not? They wouldn't think it at all strange if I showed up with a Lienid prince in tow.'

'So, he doesn't know who you are? I wondered.'

'I suppose you're going to lecture me now about telling lies.'

He began to laugh, which confused her at first, until she remembered to whom she was speaking. 'Yes,' she said, 'all right. How did you explain your mad rush to my office today, by the way? The spy excuse?'

'Naturally. Spies are always telling me things in the strictest confidence at exactly the last moment.'

She giggled. 'Oh, but it's awful, isn't it, Po, so much lying? Especially to people who trust you.'

He didn't answer this and turned back to the wall, the humor still in his face, but something else there too, that silenced her, and made her wish she hadn't been so flip. Po's particular web of lies was not, in fact, very funny. And the longer it went on—the more Council work Po did—the more people who gained his trust—the less funny it became. The lie he told when pressed to explain his inability to read—that an illness had damaged his close vision —stretched credibility and occasionally raised eyebrows. Bitterblue didn't like to imagine what would happen if the truth were to come out. Bad enough that he was a mind reader, but a mind reader who'd been lying about it for more than twenty years and who was admired and praised all seven kingdoms over? In Lienid, flatly revered? And what of his closest friends who didn't know? Katsa did, and Raffin, and Raffin's companion, Bann; Po's mother, and Po's grandfather. That was all. Giddon didn't know, nor did Helda. Nor did Po's father and brothers. Skye didn't know, and Skye adored his younger brother.

Bitterblue didn't like to think how Katsa would react if people began to be vicious to Po. She thought that Katsa's ferocity in his defense might be frightening.

'I'm sorry I couldn't spare you having to do what you did today, Beetle,' Po said.

'There's nothing to forgive. I managed, didn't I?'

'More than that. You were marvelous.'

He was so like her mother in profile. Ashen had had that straight nose, that promise around the mouth of a quick smile. His accent was like Ashen's, and so was the fierce, loyal feeling of him. Perhaps it had made sense that Po and Katsa had dropped into her life just when her mother was torn out of it. Not justice, but sense. 'I did as Katsa taught me,' she said quietly.

He reached his arm out and pulled her in, hugging her tight, centering her around herself again with his embrace.

BITTERBLUE WENT NEXT to the infirmary to find out about Teddy.

Madlen was snoring fit to drown out an invasion of geese, but when Bitterblue pushed the door open, she sat bolt upright in bed. 'Lady Queen,' she said hoarsely, blinking. 'Teddy's holding on.'

Bitterblue fell into a chair, then pulled her knees up, and hugged her legs hard. 'Do you think he'll live?'

'I think it's highly possible, Lady Queen.'

'Did you give them all the medicines they need?'

'All I had, Lady Queen, and I can give you more for them.'

'And did you . . .' Bitterblue wasn't sure how to ask this. 'Did you see anything . . . odd while you were there, Madlen?'

Madlen didn't seem surprised by the question, though she peered at Bitterblue keenly, from Bitterblue's sloppy, knotted hair all the way to her boots, before answering. 'Yes,' she said. 'There were some strange things said and done.'

'Tell me,' Bitterblue said, 'everything. I want to know it all, strange or not.'

'Well,' Madlen said, 'where to begin? I suppose the strangest thing was the excursion they made after Sapphire got back from walking you home. He came into the room rather obviously happy about something, Lady Queen, shooting significant looks at Bren and Tilda—'

'Bren?'

'Bren. Sapphire's sister, Lady Queen.'

'And Tilda is Teddy's?'

'I'm sorry, Lady Queen—I assumed—'

'Assume I know nothing,' said Bitterblue.

'Well,' said Madlen, 'yes. They are two brother-sister pairs. Teddy and Sapphire live in the rooms behind the shop, where we were, and Tilda and Bren in the apartments above. The women are older and have lived together for some time, Lady Queen. Tilda seems to be the owner proper of the printing shop, but she told me that she and Bren are teachers.'

'Teachers! What kind?'

'I'm sure I couldn't say, Lady Queen,' said Madlen. 'The kind who would slip into the shop with Sapphire, shut the door, have a muttered conversation that I can't hear, then leave me alone with their half-dead friend without telling me.'

'So, you were in their house, alone,' said Bitterblue, sitting up straight.

'Teddy woke up, Lady Queen, so I went into the shop to let them know the good news. That's when I discovered they'd gone.'

'What a shame Teddy woke before you knew you were alone,' exclaimed Bitterblue. 'You could have gone through all their things and found the answers to so many questions.'