Aurora took a second roll. She was, she realized, absolutely starving — the morning had gone by without her registering that she hadn't eaten since the night before. The roll was one of the best things she had ever put in her mouth, and she was aware that this was partly the roll and partly the fact that she was, for the first time in three days, sitting in a room where no one was asking her anything. She ate it slowly. Marcus did not look at her while she ate. He was, gracefully, giving her the room. When she finished, she wiped her hands on the cloth Ilse had shoved down the table without comment and said, "Thank you." "Mm." "For the roll." "Yes." "And for the other thing." Ilse's stirring did not change rhythm. "Don't know what other thing you mean." "No," Aurora said. "Of cour

