"I've seen him," Lysandra informed Ismene. "I've seen and spoken to Simon Ferry. He's my father, for the love of all the Angels. I have the right to see him. And just because he's been locked up doesn't transfer the right to govern my life to you."
"Young lady, you'd do better not to talk to me like that - "
"Ismene," Lysandra said, as sweetly as she could, "with all due respect - if there is any at all - you are my father's servant, and so you answer to him. You also answer to me."
"You are not yet of age!" Ismene cried. "Do you think we don't mean well in following through with Simon's orders for you!"
"I think you're trying to control me," Lysandra told her. "And I'm done being controlled."
"Lysandra," Ismene began. Her tone had become low and tired. "I don't want to have this argu
