Secret Council Letters from the Spring of Bitterblue’s Eighteenth Year
How could I ever tell Bitterblue what’s going on when you yourself have not explained it to me? Soldiers, weapons, sleeping draughts? You send me letters and once I’ve deciphered them they make no more sense than they made in their ciphered state.
from Queen Bitterblue of Monsea
Skye has written that King Ror is sending my stables a dozen Lienid horses for my birthday. How fortunate that I shall have some high-grade Lienid cable wire to tether them with. I hope there will be enough left over to weave them some stiff, pokey saddle blankets. Is Po being obscure on purpose or can’t he help himself? Please tell him I consulted my Graced healer on his behalf. She reports that overindulging in dried fruit causes bowel incontinence.