Clara
What was going on? I didn’t understand. Prince Gideon had arrived and ordered Nora and me to take some test, and my result had apparently been unusual.
What was the test for? I wanted to ask, but no one among the healers understood my signs and I didn’t have my slate with me.
The servants’ healer had understood my signs, but he wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
The guards and healers led me away from Nora’s room and left me in a small room attached to the healer’s main ward. I tried to get their attention, to mime writing so that someone would give me a slate or some parchment and a pen. No one paid me any attention.
I waited and listened. People tended to talk around me, as if they thought I couldn’t hear because I couldn’t speak. These healers were no different.
From the hushed
