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Anastacia Constans
La Gracia, Larad
“Must I go, Father?” said Anastacia. “Philip is a king.”
“Ah, my gentle child.” He smiled his confident smile. “Philip is no threat. He is distracted by butterflies. Tell him the message I bring him is God’s will. He will obey.”
She wished she could be as confident. Telling servants what to think was one thing, but a king? She went with him to visit King Philip, though, because he asked it of her. On the way down the tower stairs, they started in on her again.
“Why doesn’t this god go and tell Philip himself?” said Fia. “Seems unnecessary, dragging you into it.”
“Hush. You don’t understand about gods.”
“We understand enough to be wary,” said Yonah. “Gods tend to pick favorites.”
“Gods made one child a prince and the other a slave,” said
