*Ella*
She tows me up stairs, through corridors, up more stairs, and finally into her chamber, pushing me onto the bed and plucking off my wig. “You’ve got Anaton’s hair. You’re a beauty, then, aren’t you?”
I feel as if a whirlwind has come out of nowhere, picked me up, and deposited me in the tower room. “Did you know my father well?”
“I almost married him,” Luna Wrethe says promptly. “Except that he never asked me. I still remember meeting your father for the first time. It was at the Fortune Theater, during an interval of Othello. I knew instantly that I’d love to play Desdemona to his Moor.”
“Was my mother there?” I ask, feeling a surge of loyalty for my poor mother, who appears to have been overlooked not only by Minna, but by Luna Wrethe as well.
“No, no, he hadn’t met her yet.”
