despite what Conmael had threatened. Perhaps I should have died fighting.
A knock on the door. The flask fell from my hands and shatteredon the floor, splashing its contents all over my skirt. I swore, loudly, as Grim pulled the door open. A pungent smell filled the little chamber. As he came in, I picked up an earthenware vessel and hurled it at the wall. It broke with a satisfying smash, making Grim wince.
âCame to see how you were.â He squatted down and began to gather up the pieces.
âLeave that! Youâre not my servant! Iâll clean up my own mess.â
He went on calmly tidying, leaving me no choice but to get down and help him. âPut them in the bucket, over there,â I said. âThen youâd better go.â After a moment, I added, âIâm not fit for company. As you see.â
He dropped the shards into the bucket. âWant to tell me what made you so angry?â he asked.
âNo. I want you to stop being so understanding and leave me on my own. I just said so.â
âPlanning on breaking any more pots?â
âIâll break all the wretched pots I want!â
He rose to his feet, turning a particular look on me. âItâs just, these are your work things. Useful things. Also, they belong to Cahercorcan, not us. Might be cross with yourself later.â
âI donât want to talk about it. Not to you and not to anyone.â
He simply stood there, a big solemn presence, making me feel like an ill-tempered child screaming over some thwarted desire. I seized a cloth and began to mop up the worktable. In my current state, I had no more hope of completing this distillation than I had of becoming the woman I had been, the one Flannan seemed to think I still could be. Or should be.
âHeâs upset you,â Grim said. When I made to speak, he went on. âI knowâyou donât want to talk about it. But heâs upset you.â
âItâs my business, Grim.â
âDonât like to see you angry. Not like this, throwing things and cursing.â
I smiled, surprising myself. âReally? You put up with it all right in the lockup. A whole year of it.â
âDifferent in there,â he said, fetching the millet broom from its corner to deal with the smaller fragments. âWe needed it, the rest of us, to keep us going. Reminded us we were still alive. Stopped us from giving up.â
I examined my skirt; those stains would be hard to get out. âI wonder if it was worth it,â I said. âStaying alive. Getting through that hellish year and the time before. I wonder what the point of it was.â
Now I had really shocked him. I had even shocked myself.
âStart thinking like that,â Grim said, âand you lose hold of hope. Hopeâs all weâve got. You taught me that, remember?â
âMm.â I was realizing that I had just made an exhibition of myself for no good reason. I had broken some perfectly good crockery and ruined a perfectly good gown. Iâd lashed out at Grim, who had committed no offense beyond walking in at the wrong moment. And all because Flannan had brought not only himself but the ghosts of the painful past. âHe implied I was a coward,â I said, rubbing at invisible traces of the spillage on the table. âA lesser woman than I once was, because I said I wouldnât go west and deal with Lady Geiléisâs monster in the tower. He said Cass believed I could do anything I wanted to. What he meantâwhat Flannan meantâwas that if I stayed here, stayed safe, I was proving Cass wrong.â
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Grimâs big hands clench into fists and wished I had not spoken. A moment later, he let out a breath and relaxed them.
âCass was right,â he said. âHad faith in you. Me too. And other folk. Lady Flidais and the prince. All the people you look after. Flannan hasnât seen you forâwhat,
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