Sherwood Smith Quote

Who is it from? Savona asked.I looked up at him, trying to divine whether the secret knowledge lay behind his expression of interest.Of course she cannot tell, Tamara said, her tone mock chiding--a masterpiece of innuendo, I realized. But…perhaps a hint, Countess?I can’t, because it’s a secret to me, too. I looked around. Nothing but interest in all the faces, from Savona’s friendly skepticism to Shevraeth’s polite indifference. Shevraeth looked more tired than ever. The best kind, because I get the ring and don’t have to do anything about it!Everyone laughed.Now that, Savona said, taking my arm, is a direct challenge, is it not? Geral? Danric? I take you to witness. We started strolling along the pathway. But first, to rid myself of this mysterious rival. Have you kissed anyone since yesterday? Winked? Sent a posy-of-promise? He went on with so many ridiculous questions I couldn’t stop laughing.The others had fallen in behind. Conversations crossed the group, preventing it from breaking into smaller groups. Before too long Tamara brought us all together again. She was now the center of attention as she summoned Savona to her side to admire a new bracelet.This was fine with me. I did not like being the center, and I felt jangled and uneasy. Had I betrayed myself in any important way? Had I been properly polite to Shevraeth? The few times he spoke I was careful to listen and to smile just like the others.When I found myself on the edge of the group, I slipped away and hastened back to the Residence. In my room, I found Mora sewing. She looked at me in surprise, and hastily got to her feet to curtsy.Never mind that, I said. Tell me, who brings letters and things?The runners, my lady, she said.Can you find out who sent a runner? When she hesitated, I said, Look, I just want to find out who gave me these gifts. I know under the old king, people could be bribed. Is that true now? Please, speak plain. I won’t tell anyone what you tell me, and I won’t make trouble.Mora pursed her lips. There are times when the runners can be bribed, my lady, she said carefully. But not all of them. Were it to get out, they could lose their position.So everyone belowstairs doesn’t know everything?No, my lady. Many people use personal runners to deliver things to the palace runners; and the loyal ones don’t talk.Ah hah! I exclaimed. Then, tell me this: Can something be returned along the same route, even though I don’t know to whom it’s going?She thought a bit, then nodded. I think that can be arranged.Good. Then let me pen a message, and please see that it gets sent right away. I dived down onto the cushions beside the desk, rummaged about, and came up with pen and writing paper. On the paper I wrote: I signed my name, sealed the letter, and handed it to Mora.She left at once, and I was severely tempted to try to follow her, except I’d promised not to make trouble. And if I were caught at it, I suspected that the servants involved might get into trouble. I decided to look at this whole matter as a kind of challenge. I’d find some clever way of solving the mystery without involving anyone innocent.