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“NO,” she screams in his face, and there is so much relief in that one

syllable that she almost faints clear away.

Cascavel chuckles kindly. “Well, thank the good Lord on his janky old

throne, who could expect you to be? Feel better now?”

Sophia gawks at him through her tears. “Why does everyone keep

asking me that?”

Cascavel clicks his tongue against his teeth. “Because you were made

without the ability to be dissatisfied, Sophia. After the last disaster, it

seemed a prudent move. And we care about you. Everyone here cares more

about what happens to you than you can possibly imagine. So they ask,

because as long as the answer is yes, you are safe. But the answer is not yes

anymore, is it, poor poppet?”

“But I have to be happy. Everything here is perfect.” Sophia swallows

what feels like a ball of knives in her throat. She knows the truth. She just

has to say it. “Except me.”

“Don’t even think it, Sophie, my girl! Except him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes, that’s what Mrs. Palfrey said. She tried her mightiest to help you,

but she’s only an old nag in the end. Bigger guns were required.” Cascavel

straightens himself, crosses and recrosses his long dark limbs. “The bastard

of it is, Sophie, I’m going to need you to say it yourself. You’ve got to say it

out loud or I can’t do a thing for you. I would be a kinder soul to leave you

in peace knowing nothing, so if we’re to set sail together on this vile little

voyage, it’s you who must call for the ark.” He laughs at his own little joke.

“So to speak.”

A great calm wraps itself around Sophia’s body. A chill and misty

knowledge as certain as the night.

“I am not his first wife,” she says flatly.

“No,” confirms Cascavel. “I am sorry about that. We all are. It’s not

much fun to be you, I know.”

“His second?” she asks hopefully, but she remembers all those bones,

all those jewels, that little basil jar full of flakes of dead blood to season his

supper. The locks of hair like strips of paint samples. She knows.

“No,” admits Cascavel.

“How many?”

Cascavel sighs. “Well, it’s a rather complicated question, honestly. I

expect there’ll be a great deal of debate about it when all this comes out. If

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