It was darker outside now than it was in her dining room. She saw him, suddenly, in the reflection of the window. He was leaning back against the table, as she had pictured him before. His face, his shoulders, his arms sagged. Everything about him sagged. He was unhappy. He was looking down at his feet, but as she watched him he raised his eyes, and met hers in the glass. She felt the tears again, suddenly, and she grasped at something to say.

“Do you sense the presence of animals and plants? Rocks and dirt?”

“I’m leaving,” he said, “tomorrow.”

“Do you know when an animal is near?”

“Will you turn around,” he said, “so I can see you while we speak?”

“Can you read my mind more easily when I’m facing you?”

“No. I’d just like to see you, Katsa. That’s all.”

His voice was soft, and sorry. He was sorry about all of this, sorry for his Grace. His Grace that was not his fault and that would have driven her away had he told her of it at the beginning.

She turned to face him.

“I didn’t used to sense animals and plants or landscapes,” he said, “but lately that’s been changing. Sometimes I’ll get a fuzzy sense of something that isn’t human. If something moves, I might sense it. It’s erratic.”

Katsa watched his face.

“I’m going to Sunder,” he said.

Katsa folded her arms across her stomach and said nothing.

“When Murgon questioned me after your rescue, it became obvious to me the object you’d taken was my grandfather. It became just as obvious Murgon had been keeping him for someone else. But I couldn’t tell who, not without asking questions that would’ve given away what I knew.”

She listened vaguely. She was tired, overwhelmed by too many things in the present to focus on the details of the kidnapping.

“I’m beginning to think it’s something to do with Monsea,” he said. “We’ve ruled out the Middluns, Wester, Nander, Estill, Sunder—and you’ll remember, I’ve been to most of those courts. I know I was not lied to, except in Sunder. Lienid is not responsible, I’m sure of it.”

She’d lost her fury, somewhere, as they’d talked. She didn’t feel it anymore. She wished she did, because she preferred it to the emptiness that had settled in its place. She was sorry for everything that had changed now with Po. Sorry to see it all go.

“Katsa,” he said. “I need you to listen to me.”

She blinked and worked her mind back to the words he had spoken.

“But King Leck of Monsea is a kind man,” she said. “He would have no reason.”

“He might,” he said, “though I don’t know what it is. Something isn’t right, Katsa. Some impressions I got from Murgon that I dismissed at the time, perhaps I dismissed them in error. And my father’s sister, Queen Ashen, she wouldn’t behave as you told me. She’s so stoical, she is strong. She wouldn’t have hysterics and lock herself and her child away from her husband. I swear to you, if you knew her . . .”