Once, long ago out in the forest, they had been in the middle of a lesson on the uses of red moss when Barty had blurted out, apropos of nothing: “If it was up to me, Kel, I’d break my damned vows and tell you everything you want to know.” “Why isn’t it up to you?” Barty had looked helplessly down at the moss in his hands, and after a moment Kelsea understood. Nothing
