Queenie York stared at the direction Harvey left. After a while, she broke into an amused smile. “Second Brother, let’s make a guess. Do you think his words were meant for me, or for you?”

A man in a tunic walked out. He was playing with a jade-made chess piece clenched in his hand. He said indifferently, “It’s for me, and also for you…”

“Aren’t you afraid?” Queenie asked.

“Why should I be? You mustn’t be afraid if you want to tame a fiery horse. The Yorks are like that, and so are you.” Fain