Oz's brow creased. "Oh," he said, and glanced around as though he might come up with an issue of the magazine to check the article in question, though of course none were at hand in the middle of the portrait gallery. He could look into it at home, if anyone had a subscription. It seemed like the sort of thing Sina and Phyri would have been too serious for, and Shalott and his mother too generally distracted for, but maybe Lycoris had a copy.

"Well. I wonder if they figured it out," he said with a diffident shrug. He imagined not, if the whispering women had still been asking themselves the question of why. "Imagine if reporters only published articles when they actually had someone to say."

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