LATER, WHEN Katsa was dressed and Helda grappled with her wet hair before the fire, there was a knock at her entrance. Katsa’s heart flew into her throat, for it would be a steward, summoning her to her uncle; or even worse, Po, come to read her mind and hurt her again with his explanations and his excuses. But when Helda went to the door, she came back with Raffin.

“He’s not the one I expected,” Helda said. She folded her hands across her stomach and clucked.

Katsa pressed her fingers to her temples. “I must speak to him alone, Helda.”

Helda left. Raffin sat on her bed and curled his legs up, as he had done when he was a child. As they both had done so many times, sitting together on her bed, talking and laughing. He didn’t laugh now, and he didn’t talk. He only sat, all arms and legs, and looked at her in her chair by the fire. His face kind and dear, and open with worry.

“That dress suits you, Kat,” he said. “Your eyes are very bright.”

“Helda imagines that a dress will solve all my problems,” Katsa said.

“Your problems have multiplied since you last left the court. I spoke to Giddon.”

“Giddon.” His very name made her tired.

“Yes. He told me what happened with Lord Ellis. Honestly, Katsa. It’s quite serious, isn’t it? What will you do?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t decided.”

“Honestly, Katsa.”

“Why do you keep saying that? I suppose you think I should have tortured the fellow, for doing no wrong?”

“Of course not. You did right. Of course you did right.”

“And the king won’t control me anymore. I won’t be his animal anymore.”

“Kat.” He shifted, and sighed. He looked at her closely. “I can see you’ve made up your mind. And you know I’ll do anything in my power to stop his hand. I’m on your side in anything to do with Randa, always. It’s just . . . it’s just that . . .”

She knew. It was just that Randa paid little heed to his son the medicine maker. There was very little in Raffin’s power to do, while his father lived.

“I’m worried for you, Kat,” he said. “That’s all. We all are. Giddon was quite desperate.”

“Giddon.” She sighed. “Giddon proposed marriage to me.”

“Great hills. Before or after you saw Ellis?”

“After.” She gestured impatiently. “Giddon thinks marriage is the solution to all my problems.”

“Hmm. Well, how did it go?”

How did it go? She felt like laughing, though there was no humor in it. “It began badly and progressed to worse,” she said, “and ended with my coming to the realization that Po is a mind reader. And a liar.”

Raffin considered her for a moment. He started to speak, then stopped. His eyes were very gentle. “Dear Katsa,” he finally said. “You’ve had a rough few days, what with Randa and Giddon and Po.”

And Po the roughest, though all the danger might lie with Randa. Po the wound she would remove, if she could choose one to remove. Randa could never hurt her as Po had.