Graceling (Graceling Realm #1)(27)

“Your brothers are the foolish ones,” Tealiff said, “for not seeing the strength in beautiful things. Come here, child,”

he said to Katsa. “Let me see your eyes, for they make me stronger.”

And his kindness brought a smile to her face, though his words were nonsense. She went to sit beside Grandfather Tealiff, and he and Po told her more about Po’s castle and Po’s brothers and Ror’s city in the sky CHAPTER ELEVEN



“How far is Giddon’s estate from Randa City?” Po asked her late one morning. They sat on the floor of their practice room, drinking water and resting. It had been a good session. Po had returned the day before from a visit to Nander, and Katsa thought the time apart had been good for them. They came together again with a new sharpness.

“It’s near,” Katsa said. “In the west. A day’s journey, perhaps.”

“Have you seen it?”

“Yes. It’s large and very grand. He doesn’t get home often, but he still manages to keep it well.”

“I’m sure he does.”

Giddon had come to their practice today. He’d been the only visitor, and he hadn’t stayed long. She didn’t know why he came, when it always seemed to put him in a bad humor.

Katsa lay on her back and looked up at the high ceiling. The light poured into the room from the great, east-facing windows. The days were beginning to shorten. The air would crispen soon, and the castle would smell of wood burning in the fireplaces. The leaves would crackle under her horse’s hooves when she went riding.

It had been such a quiet couple of weeks. She would like a Council task – she’d like to get out of the city and stretch her legs. She wondered if Oll had any news about Grandfather Tealiff yet. Maybe she could go to Wester herself and poke around for information.

“How will you answer Giddon when he asks you to marry him?” Po asked. “Will you accept?”

Katsa sat up, and stared at him. “That’s an absurd question.”

“Absurd – why?” His face was clear of its usual smiles. She didn’t think he was teasing her.

“Why in the Middluns would Giddon ask me to marry him?”

His eyes narrowed. “Katsa. You’re not serious.”

She looked at him blankly, and now he did begin to smile. “Katsa, don’t you know Giddon’s in love with you?”

Katsa snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. Giddon lives to criticize me.”

Po shook his head, and his laugh began to rumble from his chest. “Katsa, how can you be so blind? He’s completely smitten. Don’t you see how jealous he is? Don’t you remember how he reacted when I scratched your face?”

An unpleasant feeling began to gather in her stomach. “I don’t see what that has to do with it. And besides, how would you know? I don’t believe Lord Giddon confides in you.”

He laughed. “No,” he said. “No, he certainly doesn’t. Giddon trusts me about as much as he trusts Murgon. I imagine he thinks any man who fights you as I do is no better than an Opportunist and no worse than a thug.”

“You’re deceived,” Katsa said. “Giddon feels nothing for me.”

“I can’t make you see it, Katsa, if you’re determined not to see it.” Po stretched onto his back and yawned. “All the same, I might think up a response if I were you. Just in case he were to propose.” He laughed again. “I’ll have to ice my shoulder, as usual. I’d say you won again today, Katsa.”

She jumped to her feet. “Are we done here?”

“I suppose so. Are you hungry?”

She waved him off and marched to the door. She left him lying on his back in the light of the windows and ran to find Raffin.

———

Katsa burst into Raffin’s workrooms. Raffin and Bann sat at a table, huddled together over a book.

“Are you alone?” Katsa asked.

They looked up, surprised. “Yes – ”

“Is Giddon in love with me?”

Raffin blinked, and Bann’s eyes widened.

“He’s never spoken to me about it,” Raffin said. “But yes, I think anyone who knows him would say he’s in love with you.”

Katsa slapped her hand to her forehead. “Of all the fool – how can he – ” She paced to the table. She turned and paced back to the door.

“Has he said something to you?” Raffin asked.

“No. Po told me.” She spun toward Raffin. “And why did you never tell me?”

“Kat.” He sat back from his book. “I thought you knew. I don’t see how you could not. He makes himself your escort every time the king’s business takes you away from the city. He always sits beside you at dinner.”

“Randa decides where we sit at dinner.”

“Well, and Randa probably knows Giddon hopes to marry you,” Raffin said.

Katsa paced to the table again, clutching her hair. “Oh, this is dreadful. Whatever shall I do?”

“If he asks you to marry him, you’ll say no. You’ll tell him it’s nothing to do with him. You’ll tell him you’re determined not to marry, that you don’t wish children; whatever you need to say so he understands it’s nothing to do with him.”