Speak to the Devil
“As the door closed behind her, she whirled around. “That popinjay! That upstart! That freakishly oversized, ditch-born son of a sow. Did you hear him?”
Giedre said, “Yes.” That did not dam the torrent.
“Go and lie down, he said! Rest my poor little self! Too much excitement? What sort of a child does he think I am?” Madlenka grabbed up a painted vase and took aim at the fireplace. “Who does he think he is?”
Giedre removed the missile just before her mistress’s throwing hand began to move. “He’s... the king’s man. He’s the count of Cardice. He’s your betrothed and future husband.”
“He’s a snake! He sent me to my room! He wants everyone to see him as lord of Cardice and forget that it’s marriage to me that gives him his place.”
“It was the king who put him there, not you.”
“You too? You also think I’m just part of the furniture? A serf tied to the land?” Madlenka caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was redder than strawberries and all her teeth were showing.MoreLess
Giedre said, “Yes.” That did not dam the torrent.
“Go and lie down, he said! Rest my poor little self! Too much excitement? What sort of a child does he think I am?” Madlenka grabbed up a painted vase and took aim at the fireplace. “Who does he think he is?”
Giedre removed the missile just before her mistress’s throwing hand began to move. “He’s... the king’s man. He’s the count of Cardice. He’s your betrothed and future husband.”
“He’s a snake! He sent me to my room! He wants everyone to see him as lord of Cardice and forget that it’s marriage to me that gives him his place.”
“It was the king who put him there, not you.”
“You too? You also think I’m just part of the furniture? A serf tied to the land?” Madlenka caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her face was redder than strawberries and all her teeth were showing.MoreLess
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