“Do they name another man?” I ask him. He looks at me, his dark eyes quite without guile. “I don’t know,” he says, though he does know. “I don’t think it matters,” he says, though it does matter. “And anyway, there is no evidence.” This at least is true. Please God there is no evidence of any wrongdoing. “But the Duke of York has stirred up the council, and so the baby has to be seen and at least held by the king.”
