"Why now? After all these years? Why wouldn't you tell me?"
"Because you did better work on your own, without my help."
"You know what I was doing?"
"You're my apprentice. I have complete access to your files without leaving any footprints. What kind of master would I be if I didn't watch your work?"
"But--"
"I also read the files you hid under Quara's name. You've never been a mother, so you didn't know that all the file activities of a child under twelve are reported to the parents every week. Quara was doing some remarkable research. I'm glad you're coming with me. When I tell the Speaker, I'll be telling you, too."
"You're going the wrong way," said Ela.
Mother stopped. "Isn't the Speaker's house near the praca?"
"The meeting is in the Bishop's chambers."
For the first time Mother faced Ela directly. "What are you and the Speaker trying to do to me?"
"We're trying to save Miro," said Ela. "And Lusitania Colony, if we can."
"Taking me to the spider's lair--"
"The Bishop has to be on our side or--"
"Our side! So when you say we, you mean you and the Speaker, is that it? Do you think I haven't noticed that? All my children, one by one, he's seduced you all--"
"He hasn't seduced anybody!"
"He seduced you with his way of knowing just what you want to hear, of--"
"He's no flatterer," said Ela. "He doesn't tell us what we want. He tells us what we know is true. He didn't win our affection, Mother, he won our trust."
"Whatever he gets from you, you never gave it to me."
"We wanted to."
Ela did not bend this time before her mother's piercing, demanding glare. It was her mother, instead, who bent, who looked away and then looked back with tears in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you." Mother wasn't talking about her files. "When I saw how you hated him, I wanted to say, He's not your father, your father is a good, kind man--"
"Who didn't have the courage to tell us himself."
Rage came into Mother's eyes. "He wanted to. I wouldn't let him."
"I'll tell you something, Mother. I loved Libo, the way everybody in Milagre loved him. But he was willing to be a hypocrite, and so were you, and without anybody even guessing, the poison of your lies hurt us all. I don't blame you, Mother, or him. But I thank God for the Speaker. He was willing to tell us the truth, and it set us free."
"It's easy to tell the truth," said Mother softly, "when you don't love anybody."
"Is that what you think?" said Ela. "I think I know something, Mother. I think you can't possibly know the truth about somebody unless you love them. I think the Speaker loved Father. Marcao, I mean. I think he understood him and loved him before he spoke."
Mother didn't answer, because she knew that it was true.
"And I know he loves Grego, and Quara, and Olhado. And Miro, and even Quim. And me. I know he loves me. And when he shows me that he loves me, I know it's true because he never lies to anybody."
Tears came out of Mother's eyes and drifted down her cheeks.
"I have lied to you and everybody else," Mother said. Her voice sounded weak and strained. "But you have to believe me anyway. When I tell you that I love you."
Ela embraced her mother, and for the first time in years she felt warmth in her mother's response. Because the lies between them now were gone. The Speaker had erased the barrier, and there was no reason to be tentative and cautious anymore.