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“But what would he have to gain?” “He’s third in line, though it wasn’t like I stood in his way. Yavara did, but he doesn’t have to worry about her anymore.” Mother snorted, resting her head against the wall, “Still, he’s the only one of them who could’ve pulled it off.” “Is he?” I asked, “Think, Mother; who has the most to gain from your death?” “I don’t know!” Mother cried, “I lost my worth the moment I married your father! Ever since then my only value has been my ability to make children!” Mother dropped her head, “And even that, I failed at. Oh, Yavara…” indian Mother sniffled, “I know I should hate her, but I can’t. You think it’s because I’m a traitor, but it’s just mother’s love. You’ll understand when you have a child.” I placed a hand on my belly. “Then I’ll reach enlightenment in the winter.” Mother’s gaze shot to mine, and her face broke into a wide smile. “You’re pregnant?” I nodded. “Oh, that’s wonderful!” Mother’s joy was unfeigned and unfettered, “I’m so happy for you and Eric!” “It’s a boy.” “Well, you can’t know that yet.” Mother smiled crookedly at me, “Everyone always proclaims it’s a boy, and half are disappointed.” “But I know.” I said, resting my other hand on my belly, “And I have decided to name him Clartias, after his father.” “After your father.” Mother corrected with a small laugh. “Yes, that too.” I chuckled back. Mother laughed with me for a second, then her smile slowly faded. A frown creased her lips when she looked at me, and I stared implacably back. Then her frown unhinged, and her eyes went wide, and I saw in their teen depths the pieces aligning. 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