“Have you won the fight about what to call the child yet?” Charlotte gave a startled laugh. It seemed odd to think about her child now, but then why not? In death, we are in life. It was something to think about that was not illness, or Tessa’s disappearance, or Will’s dangerous mission. “Not yet,” she said. “Henry is still insisting on Buford.” “You’ll win,” Jem said. “You always do. You would make an excellent Consul, Charlotte.”
