"Countess Albrecht introduced us." She added honey to her tea for something to do with her hands, stirred slowly. "It seems she has been here -- in Emillion -- all along. She says she did not remember." A sip of her tea, now too sweet, but at least it gave her time to gather the rest of her thoughts, to try to make this make sense. "She was hurt, when my family was..." massacred "attacked. She says the doctor told her that her mind must have blocked the memories. I looked in a book." Had that been wrong? She had needed to be sure. "It is possible."
She looked up at Morgayne then, to see how her friend was taking all of this. She did not seem as though she was about to laugh and tell her she was mad. "The house burned to the ground that night." It was hard to swallow around the lump in her throat. "They did not find bodies, only ash. It is possible." She bit her lip, then said, "She looks like my mother. Like the portraits of my mother. I don't remember her." Of course.