“Are you?” Rita asked. “I mean, are you planning on acknowledging me as your heir? Or was that just a bluff, to mess with his head? What does that even mean?” she finished plaintively. “You know,” Miriam said reflectively, “until just then, I wasn’t entirely sure. I simply wanted to mark you as off-limits to conspiracies. But you know what? If you’re going to start your career in Commonwealth politics by telling that little tin-pot Stalin to GTFO, I can’t wait to see what you’re capable of . . .”
