“I know why you’re here, Giddon,” he said.

Giddon cleared his throat uncomfortably. “We wish to talk with you, Ellis, and with your daughters.”

“I will not bring my daughters into present company,” Ellis said, his eyes flicking to Katsa. He didn’t flinch under her gaze, and he went up another notch in her estimation.

Now was the time for her to act. She counted three servants standing rigidly against the walls.

“Lord Ellis,” she said, “if you care at all for the safety of your servants, you’ll send them from this room.”

Giddon glanced at her, surprise apparent on his face, for this was not their usual mode of operation. “Katsa—”

“Don’t waste my time, Lord Ellis,” Katsa said. “I can remove them myself if you will not.”

Lord Ellis waved his men to the door. “Go,” he said to them. “Go. Allow no one to enter. See to your duties.”

Their duties most likely involved removing the lord’s daughters from the grounds immediately, if the daughters were even at home; Lord Ellis struck Katsa as the type to have prepared for this. When the door had closed, she held her hand up to silence Giddon. He shot her a look of puzzled irritation, which she ignored.

“Lord Ellis,” she said. “The king wishes us to talk you into sending one of your daughters to Nander. I imagine we’re unlikely to succeed.”

Ellis’s face was hard, and still he held her eyes. “Correct.”

Katsa nodded. “Very well. That failing, Randa wishes me to torture you until one of your daughters steps forward and offers herself to the marriage.”

Ellis’s face didn’t change. “I suspected as much.”

Giddon’s voice was low. “Katsa, what are you doing?”

“The king,” Katsa said, and then she felt such a rush of blood to her head that she touched the desk to steady herself. “The king is just in some matters. In this matter, he is not. He wishes to bully you. But the king doesn’t do his own bullying—he looks to me for that. And I—” Katsa felt strong suddenly. She pushed away from the desk and stood tall. “I won’t do what Randa says. I won’t compel you or your daughters to follow his command. My Lord, you may do what you will.”

The room was silent. Ellis’s eyes were big with astonishment, and he leaned heavily on the desk now, as if danger had strengthened him before and its lack now made him weak. Beside Katsa, Giddon didn’t seem to be breathing, and when she glanced at him, his mouth hung slightly ajar. Oll stood a little aside, his face kind and worried.

“Well,” Lord Ellis said. “This is quite a surprise, My Lady. I thank you, My Lady. Indeed, I can’t thank you enough.”

Katsa didn’t think a person should thank her for not causing pain. Causing joy was worthy of thanks, and causing pain worthy of disgust. Causing neither was neither, it was nothing, and nothing didn’t warrant thanks.