"Bah," said Grassfog, shrugging. "Enter his tent some night. I promise you will get his attention."
"Ah, sir, you are rude," said Röaana.
"I am without artifice," said Grassfog.
"It comes to much the same thing," observed Iatha, who was, for her part, doing everything possible to keep from breaking up into peals of laughter at poor Belly's expense.
"Well then," said Röaana, "how should I induce him to speak to me?"
Piro said, "As to that, ask him about—"
"Oh, oh! You are hardly the one to explain," teased Ibronka affectionately.
"Well," said Piro, turning slightly red in his turn, "there is something in what you say."
"Pah," said Kytraan. "It is easy enough. Ask him how he became a highwayman."
"Well, in fact," said Röaana, "I confess that I have a certain curiosity about this. Come, Belly, if you can manage to bring your head up long enough to say two words, tell me how you happened to fall into your profession."
Belly did manage to raise his head, and, with some difficulty, he said, "Oh, it was a girl."
"How, a girl?" said Röaana, leaning forward.
"Certainly."
"Then, she rejected you?"
"Well, yes, but not immediately. That is, the rejection came well after I had turned bandit."
"Well now, you perceive, you must certainly tell me this story," said Röaana, "because I declare to you that I will die if, you stop now."
"There is little to tell," said Belly. "I was born into the House of the Iorich, to a family of some property. This was, you perceive, a hundred and forty-three years before the Disaster. When I reached the age of one hundred and twenty, I became apprenticed to my uncle, and read law under his tutelage. At a certain time, he was engaged to defend a young lady of the House of the Tsalmoth. She was a lovely girl, with black, piercing eyes, and she carried her head like a Dzurlord."
"Ah, well, go on," said Röaana. "You must believe this conversations interests me exceedingly."
"I will be laconic. She was accused of stealing money from her employer. I fell in love with her, and when she was found guilty and sentenced to the galleys, I bribed one guard and struck another a good knock on the head to help her escape from the justicers; you must understand that being apprenticed to her advocate, I was permitted to see her, which not only helped in no small measure, but meant that I was unable to conceal my own rôle. And so, after I helped her to escape, there was nothing either of us could do except to leave the city and set up as bandits."
"Well, but were you good at it?"
"I think so. She had something of a knack, and I, well, I must say that I took to it rather well."
"I understand. And then?"
"We gradually drifted west, and, shortly after the Disaster, we met with Wadre, who convinced us to join his band. The Disaster drove us even further west, and well, here I am." He punctuated this tale with an eloquent shrug.
"Well, but you perceive you have not finished."
"How, what have I left out?"
"My dear, have you no romance in you?"
"Tolerably little."
"Well, what became of the girl?"
"Oh, we remained together for nearly a hundred years, which is not so short a time. But then, she is a Tsalmoth, and they are sufficiently changeable. She became weary of me at last."
"How, did she?"
"She claimed I had no romance in me."
"Ah, that is sad."
"Not too sad," said Belly. "You perceive, she and I are still friends—are we not, Iatha?"
"Oh, certainly we are, my good friend."
"How," cried Röaana, "it was you?"
"Indeed it was," said Iatha.
"And was his tale true and complete?"
"So much so, my dear Tiassa, that I have no need to tell you my own history."
"Well, but—"
"Yes?"
"There is one thing I must know."
"What is it? If I know, I will tell you."
"Had you, in fact, stolen from your employer?"
"No, I had not. He kept his savings in a tin box hidden in a secret compartment in the floor of his shop. And, well, I would have stolen it, only someone else got there first; I don't know who." She shrugged.
"A delightful tale, upon my honor," said Piro.
"And," added Kytraan, "I am now done eating."
"As am I," said the others.
This announcement was greeted with no small joy on the part of Lar and Clari, whose empty stomachs had been performing a duet ever since they had finished serving the repast—they now accordingly set in to devour what was left with an urgency in direct proportion to the delay; filling up the lack with good toast when the fowls had been quite picked clean.
"Do you know," remarked Clari in a low voice, "you ought not to cook so well. If you were not so skilled with the skillet, why, there would be more left over for us."
Lar did not reply, being too engrossed in using a piece of toast to gather every drop of sauce he could scavenge.
In the meantime. Iatha raised her black eyes to Ibronka and said, "And now, my dear, as we have finished our repast and so it is no longer forbidden to touch on matters of business, I hope you will be so good as to explain to us why this plan of teleporting away from the scene of our activity is not a good one. For my part. I confess I find the idea entrancing, and so I warn you, if your explanation is not a good one, well, I will argue with it."
"Oh, I assure you my logic is tolerably sound—so much so that I venture to guarantee that, once you have heard it, you will never again raise the suggestion."
"If it is that good, it must be a powerful argument indeed."
"You will judge for yourself."
"Very good. Let us hear it, then."
Ibronka reached out her hand. Piro placed his own in it, and they exchanged the tenderest of looks as she said, "Do you remember when we first came to Dzur Mountain?"
"Nearly," said Kytraan. "Röaana and I were biting our lips until they bled trying to find ways to bring the two of you together."
"And we are more than a little grateful that you succeeded, my friend," said Piro, smiling.
"Bah, we should have gone mad otherwise," said Röaana.
"That is true," said Kytraan. "The Viscount never raised his eyes off the floor."
"And," added Röaana, "Ibronka would vanish for hours at a time, to be found in some corner with her eyes red."
"Ah," said Ibronka, "but you do not know what I was doing during those hours I was gone. I give you my word, it was not all spent in tears."
"How, it was not?" said Ibronka.
"Not in the least. You must understand, I was nearly out of my senses, not knowing if I dared to speak to the Viscount, and so—"
"Well? And so?"
"I thought to distract myself. After all," she added, with a significant look at Röaana, "I could not remain in your company for more than a minute without you beginning to practice upon me."
"Ah, my love," said Röaana, "it was with the best of intentions, I assure you."
"Oh, I give you my word, I do not doubt that in the least, my dear."
"But," said Piro, still looking at her in the fondest way, "what did you do to distract yourself? Because, as for me, I had Kytraan who nagged like a fishwife, and being vexed at him was sufficient distraction for me."
"Ah, Piro!" cried Kytraan.
"Well, but what is the answer?" said Röaana.
"I made a friend of—"
"Of whom?" cried Piro, prepared to be jealous.
"Of the Sorceress in Green."
"Of her?"
"Certainly."
"But, why?"
"Because, my dear, she pretends to have not the least interest in love, and therefore her conversation was a comfort to me."
"Well, I understand that," said Piro.
"As do I," said Röaana, "only what did you talk about?"
"Sorcery," said Ibronka. "I consid
ered devoting myself to its study. And, indeed, I would have, only—"
"Yes?"
"Shortly thereafter I became diverted."
"Well," said Piro, now blushing.
"To be precise, then, the Sorceress in Green and I carried on a conversation about teleportation, which she pretended was the most remarkable thing to come from the improvement of the Orb."
"Do you think she is wrong?" said Röaana.
"Oh, I do not feel qualified to have an opinion on this matter. But she and Sethra the Younger had been studying it, and, indeed, had branched off into different aspects of the art. To be precise—"
"Oh yes," murmured Iatha. "By all means let us be precise."
"Sethra the Younger concerned herself with how to prevent a teleport—that is, with finding ways to be certain no one could enter or leave a certain place."
"My House of the Iorich will be much interested in that," observed Belly.
"Whereas the Sorceress in Green had become interested in the thaumaturgic marks left by a teleport."
"Thaumaturgic marks?" said Piro. "But, what is meant by this term? I give you my word, I have never heard of such things before."
"It refers, my true love, to traces that linger in the ether after a teleport has taken place, and other traces that appear along with the individual or object that has been teleported."
"Are there such?" asked Kytraan.
"Indeed there are. And they linger," added Ibronka.
"How long?"
"When I spoke to the Sorceress, she had not yet determined this, but she had found traces that were more than two days old. And—"
"Well, and?"
"And she was able to use these to determine the destination of the teleport."
"Ah, ah!"
"But," said Piro, "is there no way to teleport without leaving these marks."
"Oh, as to that," said Ibronka, "no means has been discovered yet. You perceive, if one is found, well, that will change everything."
"Yes," said Röaana, "well, I understand. If we should attempt to escape by teleporting, well, we will lead the agents of the law directly to us. It will be worse than attempting to outrun them on good horses and hide among the hills and forests."
"That is my opinion."
"Oh, I am in complete agreement," said Röaana.
"And my argument, is it convincing?"
"Perfectly," said Iatha, bowing.
"So then," said Piro, "we have only a few years left of living this life that I, for one, find so excellent, before it is taken away from us by the teleport."
"Exactly," said Ibronka.
"And, moreover, we cannot, ourselves, use this means for own purposes, in order to escape those who would interfere with our delightful life."
"You have understood exactly, Viscount."
Piro frowned. "I believe I should like to discover who perfected this spell, and kick him."
"If I am not mistaken, that would be Sethra Lavode," observed Kytraan.
"Ah, well, perhaps I shall modify this determination."
"That would be wise," agreed Röaana.
"Do you know," said Grassfog, speaking for the first time, "I should like to make an observation."
"Well, and that is?" said Piro.
"As we have decided that teleportation is impractical—"
"Yes?".
"And, moreover, as none of us have the skill to perform it anyway—"
"That is also true," said Piro, struck by the extreme justice of this observation.
"I would suggest that we finish striking these tents and move on. You say that we were recognized, well, it may be that this good peasant will say nothing—you know that many are in sympathy with us. But then, there are rewards on all of our heads, so let us not count overmuch on the good feelings of the Teckla."
"An admirable suggestion," said Piro, "and one to which I subscribe with all my heart."
In a very short time, then, the tents were struck and loaded onto the mules with their other supplies. This being done, they mounted and made their way down to the road, and began riding slowly south.
As they rode, Piro said, "Ibronka, my love?"
"Yes, my lord the fox?"
"Are you happy?"
She gave him a puzzled look, and said, "I do not understand the question you do me the honor to ask."
"Well, but consider: Your mother is a princess, and you, well, you were certainly destined for higher things than to sleep under the skies and ply your sword on the road."
"And it is this reflection that has caused you to ask this remarkable question?"
"Exactly."
"Are you not happy with me. my lord?"
"The Gods, Ibronka! If you were there, I should be happy in a hovel is South Adrilankha earning my bread by sweeping refuse in the streets!"
"And can you imagine, my lord, that I feel any differently? Besides—"
"Well?"
"I must admit. I rather enjoy this way of living. It is as if the adventure we set off on never ended. And, moreover, sometimes they send soldiers against us, and so I am able to play a little. What more could I ask?"
"You heard Grassfog; it must end, sooner or later."
"Then let it be later."
"And when it ends?"
"If you are there, I will be happy."
"Ibronka, I may be the happiest man in the world."
"You know I adore you, Viscount Blue Fox."
"I am delighted afresh each time you say it."
"Then I will say it often."
"We have come a good distance, have we not?"
"Yes, a good distance."
"In another hour, we will begin to consider our next camp. Where do you think we should sleep tonight?"
"Together, my lord."
"You are right, my lady; that is all that matters."
Chapter
the Seventy-Second
how khaavren received a message from, a teckla who dressed in a particularly unusual fashion, and, as a result, determined to attend an entertainment
It was on a Skyday in the early spring toward the end of the first year of Zerika's Reign that Khaavren happened to be passing the time with the Countess in her apartment, which pleasant activity occupied much of his time after leaving the Imperial service, when the subject was introduced of an entertainment to be given the next day at Castle Black.
"We can attend if you wish," said Khaavren. "I have received an invitation; and, I should add, an invitation written on silk in gold lettering."
"Well, and how have you replied?"
"Replied? I was to have replied?"
"It is the custom, my lord."
"Ah, well, you see, if there are customs to how to set the guard, or even how to salute a gentleman into whose skin one is about to poke a certain number of holes, I know these. But, as to customs for entertainments, I confess to a lamentable ignorance."
"So then, you have not replied?"
"Exactly. And, as I have not replied, well, I should imagine we can do as we please."
"Well then, my lord, how do we please? That is to say, what is your pleasure in this regard?"
"For my part," said Khaavren, shrugging, "I confess that I have little enough interest in such pastimes. Yet, should you wish to attend, why, I give you my word it would be no hardship."
Daro smiled softly. "Oh, I am a most complaisant wife, my lord, you know that. If you do not wish to go—but what is this?"
"My lady," said the maid, whose entrance had occasioned this interruption, "there is a Teckla who pretends he has business with my lord."
"A Teckla who has business with me?" said Khaavren. "Cha! I am no longer in the Imperial service, which is the capacity in which I was accustomed to receive messages. Is he not aware that it is my lady the Countess who handles all matters concerning Whitecrest?"
"As to that, I do not know, my lord. But it was your name he gave."
"Was it? That is strange. More than strange, it is unusual."
r /> "And then?" said Daro.
"Well then, I will go and see this Teckla, and it will be unusual, or at least strange, if I do not succeed in learning what his business with me is."
According to this decision, he at once made his way down the stairs and to the front hallway, where he was approached by a Teckla who said, "My lord the Count?"
Before answering this question, Khaavren took a moment to study his interlocutor. He was a Teckla, which was not remarkable; his livery, on the other hand, was: he wore a bright orange shirt, white pantaloons, absurd orange boots with silver buckles, and a sort of black and white headband. Notwithstanding his outrageous dress, the bow he presented was entirely regular, and he took a properly obeisant attitude while waiting to hear whether Khaavren should admit to his identity.
"Well," said Khaavren when he had completed his inspection. "I am Khaavren, and Count of Whitecrest by courtesy. And you are—?"
"I?" said the Teckla. "Oh, I am merely a messenger."
"Indeed? I confess to more than little curiosity about who it is who dresses his lackeys in such a manner."
"Oh, my lord, may I do myself the honor of disputing with you? I am not a lackey, merely a messenger."
"You are a messenger, but not a lackey?"
The Teckla bowed.
"Then, if you would be so good as to explain? For I admit that I am now puzzled."
"My lord the Count, I have the honor to be employed by Goodrow and Niece."
"Goodrow and Niece?"
The Teckla bowed.
"I'm afraid I have never had the honor of meeting either of them."
"My lord, Goodrow and Niece is a telepathic messenger service."
"A telepathic messenger service?"
The Teckla bowed.
"But," said Khaavren, "you must see that this intelligence tells me nothing. What is a telepathic messenger service?"
"Why, it is the simplest thing."
"So much the better; then it will easy for you to explain."
"Yes, that is true," replied the Teckla, struck by the extreme justice of this observation.
"So then?"
"Do you wish me to explain?"
"I confess that I would like nothing better."
"Shall I do so now?"
"Blood of the Horse! I think it is an hour since I've wished for anything else!"
"This is it, then: Imagine that a certain gentleman desires to get a message to another, who lives far away."