Chapter 4 Summary, Analysis, and Key Takeaways
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Summary
Chapter 4 opens with the birth of Kania's first child, a girl. Kania, who screamed terribly through labor, receives the news with white, set lips—as if the birth of a daughter were a blow rather than a joy. The queen, by contrast, lifts her granddaughter and smiles more broadly than Marra has ever seen. Prince Vorling never visits, and Marra still has not laid eyes on him; in her mind he has become something inhuman, a dragon-like creature of power and uncertainty.
The Northern palace itself feels like a dragon's domain: huge, rich, and filled with a hundred corridors, a hundred tapestries, and a hundred courtiers who watch for signs of weakness. Marra finds the courtiers intimidating and realizes after two days that they think she is simple. She does not correct them, preferring to fade from notice. She meets the king, who is very old—though the maid later reveals he is barely fifty—with false teeth made of walrus ivory and a mind that wanders between sharpness and vagueness. On vague days he calls Marra by her grandmother's name.
During the week-long stay, Marra's maid tells her about the crypts beneath the palace. The dead kings, queens, princes, and even royal concubines (strangled with silken cords) are buried there, kept cold and dry by the frost. The maid describes a maze of rooms that nobody fully maps, where the dead do not always lie easy and sometimes walk the halls to disapprove of their descendants—which, she says, explains the drafts. She also mentions curses laid against grave robbers and a terrible magic over the kingdom that the godmother's blessing keeps at bay, though the strain wears the kings out young.
At the christening, Marra finally sees Prince Vorling. He is small—barely taller than Kania—with a narrow, angular face and flat, river-stone eyes. He smiles and smiles but does not look warm. The king mumbles the child's name; Vorling shouts it: Virian, followed by a welter of names Marra cannot retain. Then Vorling announces the godmother's blessing, and the court falls silent.
The godmother is ancient beyond belief, her skin drawn tight across her skull, moving slowly with a black cane. She wears lace worth a palace. She rests a shadow-bone hand over the child's head and declares her gift: she will serve the child as she has served all her line, her life bound to theirs, protecting them from foreign magic and enemies as long as she draws breath. When the infant begins to cry, Kania half-turns to comfort her, but the prince catches her arm and holds her fast; a nursemaid hurries in instead. Marra bows her head so no one sees her lips twitch, thinking that even at her own christening, the princess is not allowed to cry.
Back at the convent, Marra finds relief in the white, restful walls. The novices, still believing her a bastard daughter, pepper her with questions about the palace—were the men dashing? the women beautiful? the prince handsome?—but Marra can only say he was short. The abbess asks her own questions, focused not on the godmother but on the church officials present: Archbishop Lydean, the youngest ever named, and the Archimandrite, a very old man in blue robes who coughed throughout. The abbess explains that when the Archimandrite dies, Lydean will take the mitre, but there will be resistance because of his youth.
Six months later, a letter from the queen mentions that Kania is pregnant again. Marra is troubled; it seems very fast. Months pass with no summons, and Marra counts on her fingers, realizing Kania would be at least eleven months pregnant. She must have lost the child.
Meanwhile, Marra's friendship with the Sister Apothecary deepens. She begins helping with small chores, then with a farmhand's broken leg, and finally with births. The Sister praises her: