“You helped me so much before,” said Lalette.
The widow Domijaiek contemplated her tranquilly from among the husks of characters who never lived. “Yet you are again in need of help.”
“You could not give up the desires of this false, material world for the God of love. However, it is not necessary to agree with everything that is done under the rule of the Prophet, and when the mattern and the diaconals tried to force you to an advancement for which you were not ready, they were also submitting to the rule of Evil. It is asked only to take steps we are prepared for.”
“I do not know whether I can help you. Let us examine circumstance. Are you still stricken by lack of money?”
“I had not thought of it. Rodvard touches the fees of the court where he is writer. Our needs are small.”
The widow’s smile was approving. “That is an element of progress. But he receives these fees because he uses the witchery of the Blue Star, does he not?”
“Then that is an element contrary to progress and very dangerous.”
Lalette looked at the floor. “I know. Everything seems to be a danger. I am so afraid of Mathurin. He keeps those guards around Rodvard, but I think they are more like jailers.”
“One thing you must not do is let fear enter your heart; for it will breed fearful things. Remember that all in this false material world is only the reflection of your thoughts. Have you any word from your mother?”
“Yes. A man brought a note. She wants me to escape and join her at the court.”
“I would like to see her again. . . .” Lalette looked up to see Dame Domijaiek watching her attentively, though she remained very quiet, and under the pressure of that silent scrutiny, the girl moved. “She is under Count Cleudi’s protection. And I told you about Demadé; he is very kind and gay, and I think he is in love with me, but—”
“He told Mathurin about the little girl, the heiress.”
“He was also trying to do the best for you, in his own way. Do you want to go? Or would you rather stay with Rodvard?”
In a small voice, Lalette said; “I think I would rather stay with him. Is it wrong?”
“Not if it is done in love and good will, rather than for any hope of gain. Have you asked him to take you away from the city?”
The widow stirred. “You will find help, child. Come to me again when he makes a plan.”