“Basically, the prattipoka calls its mistress or master Your Majesty, according to my great-great-grandfather,” Cadowyn butted in before Satis could find the answer.
“Oh!” Princess Nerindra could only say.
“But it depends, really—” Cadowyn was cut off.
“It’s not like I’m going to take away your—let’s say your throne, although you don’t really have one now unless you create one. Not that I’d really take the literal one. I’d rather stay out of it, you know me,” Satis said in one breath. “Well, it’s not a prophecy either, is it?” She turned to the prattipoka.
“You’re going to be the Empress, Affara Dakija,” Gabba-hudassa predicted with surety in its small voice.
Satis laughed while the others remained as onlookers. They could not hear what the insect said to her, so it appeared she was a
