“How will you answer Giddon when he asks you to marry him?” Po asked. “Will you accept?” Katsa sat up, and stared at him. “That’s an absurd question.” “Absurd—why?” His face was clear of its usual smiles. She didn’t think he was teasing her. “Why in the Middluns would Giddon ask me to marry him?” His eyes narrowed. “Katsa. You’re not serious.” She looked at him blankly, and now he did begin to smile. “Katsa, don’t you know Giddon’s in love with you?”
