“Eli is strong,” Junno whispered next to her at the dinner table, causing Kit’s head to turn toward her grandmother. “I know the agony he is in. But he will make it through and be good as new in a day or two.”
The servants came and removed the fish, replacing it with some sort of potato dish Kit couldn’t name but found much more appetizing. She took a few bites before she asked, “None of you knew?”
“No, and she still hasn’t told any of us. I have my ways of finding out information, though.”
Leaning in close to her grandmother, Kit asked, “Isn’t it against Yewforian law to whip a person without consent of the majority of council members?”
Junno’s only response was, “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
It didn’t surprise Kit to hear that, sad as it was. She could only imagine how many people had been dragged into the queen’s quarters to be flogged, and she doubted Rona was always so careful to keep from marking them up when she was likely to toss them in prison afterward.
