(LOCKE)
My attention is drawn to the garden outside my office window.
What is that woman doing now?
She's hunched over by the side of a tree in the most unladylike position, digging.
My eyes narrow as I watch her look around suspiciously before she continues whatever she is up to.
"Did you hear me, Locke?"
Edgar's voice brings me back. "What?"
He gives me a strange look. "I was asking if you have decided what to do about the full moon."
For a moment, I gaze at him uncomprehendingly, and then it hits me. "What kind of question is that?"
He clears his throat. "Given your disposition toward the queen, I want to know whether you envision having a child with her this year or not."
"That was the plan, wasn't it?"
I turn my attention back toward the woman in the garden.
Has she lost her mind? If she wants to have a hole dug, why isn't she asking one of the gardeners? Why the hell is she doing this herself?
