“Perhaps he can,” I said quietly. “He is afraid Lajos has outgrown you.”
I suppose it was impertinent, but Eszter only said sadly, “Perhaps he has. I never know what goes on in his head any more.”
“Schemes and plans and revolutions,” I said lightly, and she smiled tiredly. I hesitated, unsure of my place, then added, “I know it’s not only duty which brings him home.”
She met my gaze and her face softened. “I believe you’re right...” Her look became speculative. “Do you know what he gets up to in Pest and Vienna?”
“No,” I said apologetically, “not really. I know he works for a lawyer, teaches...”
“Does he break the law?” she interrupted.
I shifted uncomfortably, remembering the police outside the Pilvax. “I’m not sure exactly what your laws are. To be frank, I think he sails very clos
