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“He and John do not always approve of what happens around them,” George said in a low voice, his eyes darting over the faces of passersby. “They can be prone to impatience—John especially—and often give the lie to those in positions of power. It is a dangerous tendency.” “Give the lie,” I said slowly. There was a famous poem called “The Lie.” It was anonymous, but attributed to John Raleigh. “‘Say to the court, it glows / And shines like rotten wood’?” “So Matt has shared his verses with you.” George sighed once more. “He manages to convey in a few words a full range of feeling and meaning. It is a talent I envy.” Though the poem was familiar, Seven’s relationship to it was not. But there would be plenty of time in the evenings ahead to pursue my husband’s literary efforts. I dropped th
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