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She neither moved nor spoke.
    Maggie Jenn said, “We’ll start whenever you’re ready, Laurie.”
    The old woman inclined her head and left.
    Maggie said, “I will tell you some of it, though, to soothe that famous curiosity of yours. So you do what I’m paying you to do instead of rooting around in my past.”
    I grunted.
    Laurie and Zeke brought in a soup course. I began salivating. I’d eaten my own cooking too long.
    That was the only way I missed Dean, though! You bet.
    “I was the king’s mistress, Garrett.”
    “I remember.” Finally. It was the scandal of its day, a crown prince falling for a commoner so hard he set her up on the Hill. His wife had not been thrilled. Old Teddy had made no pretense of discretion. He’d been in love and didn’t care if the whole world knew. A worrisome attitude in a man who might be king.
    It suggested character flaws.
    For sure. King Teodoric IV turned out to be an arrogant, narrow-minded, self-indulgent jerk who got himself snuffed within a year.
    We aren’t tolerant of royal foibles. That is, our royals and nobles aren’t tolerant. Nobody else would consider assassination. It just isn’t done outside the family. Even our mad dog revolutionaries never suggest offing the royals.
    I said, “I do wonder, though, about this daughter.”
    “Not Teddy’s.”
    I slurped my soup. It was broth and garlic somebody tossed a chicken across. I liked it. Empty bowls went away. An appetizer course appeared. I didn’t say anything. Maggie might talk just to extinguish the silence.
    “I’ve made my dumb mistakes, Garrett. My daughter was the result of a lulu.”
    I chomped something made of chicken liver, bacon, and a giant nutmeat. “This’s good.”
    “I was sixteen. My father married me off to a virgin-obsessed animal who had daughters old enough to be my mother. It was good for business. Since nobody ever told me how you don’t get pregnant, I got. My husband had fits. I wasn’t supposed to whelp brats, I was supposed to warm his bed and tell him he was the greatest there ever was. He went buggo when I had a daughter. Another daughter. He had no sons. It was all a female plot. We were out to get him. I never had the nerve to tell him what would happen if us women really gave him what he deserved. He got a taste, though.” Nasty smile. For one second, a darker Maggie shone through.
    She nibbled some food and left me room to comment. I nodded and kept chomping.
    “The old bastard never stopped using me, whatever he thought about me. His daughters took pity and showed me what I needed to know. They hated him more than I did. I bided my time. Then my father got killed by robbers who got twelve copper sceats and a pair of junk boots more than a year old.”
    “That’s TunFaire.”
    She nodded. That was TunFaire.
    I nudged, “Your dad died.”
    “So I no longer had any reason to please my husband.”
    “You walked.”
    “After I caught him sleeping and beat the living shit out of him with a poker.”
    “I’ll take that to heart.”
    “Good idea.” There was mischief in her eye. I decided I was going to like Maggie Jenn. Anybody who could live through what she had and have a little mischief left...
    It was an interesting meal. I got to hear all about how she met Teddy without hearing word one about what she did between her shoeleather divorce and that first explosive encounter with the future king. I suspected she had loved Teddy as much as he’d loved her. You wouldn’t keep something as ugly as those red rooms in memory of somebody you disliked.
    “This place is a prison,” she told me, a little misty.
    “You got out to visit me.” Maybe they let her out on a tease release program.
    “Not that kind of prison.”
    I stuffed my face and let that old vacuum suck more words out of her. I don’t deal well with metaphor.
    “I can leave any time I want, Garrett. I’ve been encouraged to leave. Often. But if I do, I lose everything. It’s not really mine. I just