"And so you are here to, what, grant mercy?" I closed my eyes and groaned. "Tamara. knows I'm here, and if you don't like my idea, then no one know I was here unless blab. I won't. I just wondered, if I invite you to come with me to Savona's picnic this afternoon, think you things might just go back to how they were?" She flushed right up to her hairline, a rose-red blush that made her suddenly look like a young girl. "As his supplicant? I bow to your expertise in wielding the hiltless knife." And she swept a jerky curtsy, her hands shaking. "Life! I didn't mean that," I said hastily. "Yes, I think I can see it's a bad idea. All right, how's this: You and I go out for a walk. Right now. You don't even have to talk to me. But wouldn't that shut up all the gossipmongers--leastwise pull the teeth of their gossip--if we seem to be on terms of amity, as if last night was just a very good joke?" Again her posture eased, from anger to wariness. "And in return?" "Nothing. I don't need anything! Or what I need no one can give me, which is wisdom." I thought of my mistakes and winced. Then said, "Just let things go back to the way they were, except you don't have to think of me as an enemy. I'm not in love with Savona any more than he is with me, and I don't see myself changing my mind. If I did, I don't believe he'd like it," I added, considering the elusive Duke. "No, I don't think I could fall in love with him, handsome though he is, because I don't accept any of that huff he gives me about my great beauty and all that. I'd have to trust a man's words before I could love him. I think." She took a deep, slightly shaky breath. "Very well." And so we went. It wasn't a very comfortable walk. She hardly exchanged five words with me; and every single person who saw us stared then hastily recovered behind the remorselessly polite mask of the true courtier. It would have been funny if I had been an observer and not a participant, an idea that gave me a disconcerting insight into gossip. As I walked beside the silent Tamara, I realized that despite how entertaining certain stories were, at the bottom of every item of gossip there was someone getting hurt. When we were done with a complete circuit of the gardens and had reached her house again, I said, "Well, that's that. See you at the ball tonight, right?" She half put out a hand, then said, "Your brother's wedding is nearing." "Yes?" "Did you know it is customary for the nearest relation to give a party for the family that is adopting into yours?" I whistled. "No, I didn't. And I could see how Nee would feel strange telling me. Well, I'm very grateful to you." She curtsied. Again it was the deep one, petitioner to sovereign, but this time it was low and protracted and wordlessly sincere."