worries over how a talk like that would go, and why Katsa wasn't back yet if all she was doing was exploring a tunnel somewhere. "Well, Ror knows about you and the Council," she said, "doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"And he's learned about Skye's preference for men. Hasn't he made his peace with those surprises?"
"It wasn't a small matter in either case," Po said. "There was a great deal of yelling."
"You seem like a person who can handle a bit of yelling," she said lightly.
His smile was both hopeless and teary. "Ror and me yelling and Katsa and me yelling are two different creatures entirely," he said. "He's my father, and a king. And I've been lying to him for my entire life. He's so proud of me, Bitterblue. His disappointment is going to be crushing, and I'll feel it in his every breath."
"Po?"
"Yes?"
"When my mother was eighteen and Leck chose her, who gave permission for the match?"
Po considered. "My father was king. It would have been him, at Ashen's request."
"I think Ror must know how it feels to have betrayed someone he loves, Po."
"But of course, it wasn't his fault. Leck came to his court and manipulated everyone there."
"How much comfort do you suppose Ror gets from that?" she asked quietly. "He was her king and her older brother. He sent her away to be tortured."
"I expect you're trying to comfort me," Po said with slumped shoulders. "But all I can think is that if Ror had known I was a mind reader at the time, he could have introduced me to Leck during that visit, for the purpose of investigating his sister's potential husband. And maybe I could have prevented the entire thing."
"How old were you?"
Po took a moment to calculate. "Four," he said, seeming surprised by the answer.
"Po," she said. "What do you think Leck would have done to a four-year-old who knew his secret and was trying to get others to see it too?"
Po didn't answer.
"It was your mother who compelled you to lie about your Grace, wasn't it?"
"And my grandfather," Po said. "For my own safety. They feared my father would use me."
"They did right," Bitterblue said. "If they hadn't, you'd be dead. When Ror thinks all this through, he will see that everyone has done the best they could think to do at every moment. He'll forgive you."
IN HER OFFICE, there were certain things Bitterblue no longer felt the need to pretend she didn't know. Rood and Darby might not know the origins of her friendship with Teddy and Saf, but the fact that she might be privy to the things they knew was no longer a secret.
"I understand that Runnemood has made a shambles of the city schools," she said to Rood and Darby both. "I understand that hardly anyone is taught history or how to read, which is an utter disgrace, and a problem we're going to address immediately. What do the two of you suggest?"
"Forgive me, Lady Queen," said Darby, who was sweating, his face clammy and wet. As he spoke, he began to tremble. "I feel terribly ill." He turned and ran out the door.
"What is wrong with him?" asked Bitterblue pointedly, knowing the answer.
"He's trying not to drink, Lady Queen, now that Thiel's absence makes a necessity of our presence," said Rood in a calm voice. "The sickness will pass once he succeeds."
Bitterblue studied Rood. His sleeve-ends were stained with ink, and his white hair, combed carefully across the bald part of his head, was slipping out of place. His eyes were quiet and sad. "I wonder why I haven't worked more closely with you, Rood," she said. "I think you pretend less than the others."
"Then perhaps, Lady Queen," said Rood, with a small hesitation that she took for modest embarrassment, "we can work closely on this matter of the schools. What if we were to create a new ministry, dedicated to education? I could present you with suitable candidates to fill the role of minister."
"Well," said Bitterblue, "I can see that it would make sense to assemble a dedicated team, though perhaps we're already getting ahead of ourselves." She glanced at the tall clock against the wall. "Where's Captain Smit?" she added, for Smit had promised a report to her on the Runnemood search in person every morning. The morning was nearly past.
"Shall I seek him out, Lady Queen?"
"No. Let's discuss this more. Will you start by explaining to me the way the schools are run now?"