'How long would this take, do you think?' Cappen whispered. 'Till the women arereleased?'

Enas Yorl shrugged. 'Years, possibly. Hazroah may try to hasten the process bydemonstrating that the Lady Rosanda is subject to punishment. Yes, I shouldimagine that the remains of an ancilla who had been tortured to death, deliveredon Molin's doorstep, would be a rather strong argument.'

His look grew intense on the appalled countenance across from him. 'I know,' hesaid. 'You're breeding fever-dreams of a heroic rescue. It cannot be done. Evensupposing that somehow you won through the gate and brought her back, the gatewould remain. I doubt Ils would personally seek revenge; besides being petty,that could provoke open strife with Savankala and his retinue, who're formidablecharacters themselves. But Ils would not stay the hand of the Flamen Hazroah,who is a most vengeful sort. If you escaped his assassins, a sikkintair wouldcome after you, and nowhere in the world could you and she hide. Your talismanwould be of no avail. The sikkintair is not supernatural, unless yougive that designation to the force which enables so huge a mass to fly; and itis from no magician, but from the god.

'So forget the girl. The town is full of them.' He fished in his purse andspilled a handful of coins on the table. 'Go to a good whorehouse, enjoyyourself, and raise one for poor old Enas Yorl.'

He got up and waddled off, Cappen sat staring at the coins. They made a generoussum, he realized vaguely: silver lunars, to the number of thirty.

One-Thumb came over. 'What'd he say?' the taverner asked.

'I should abandon hope,' Cappen muttered. His eyes stung; his vision blurred.Angrily, he wiped them.

'I've a notion I might not be smart to hear more.' One-Thumb laid his mutilatedhand on Cappen's shoulder. 'Care to get drunk? On the house. I'll have to takeyour money or the rest will want free booze too, but I'll return it tomorrow.'

'No, I - I thank you, but - but you're busy, and I need someone I can talk to.Just lend me a lantern, if you will.'

'That might attract a robber, fellow, what with those fine clothes of yours.'

Cappen gripped swordhilt. 'He'd be very welcome, the short while he lasted,' hesaid in bitterness.

He climbed to his feet. His fingers remembered to gather the coins.

Jamie let him in. The Northerner had hastily thrown a robe over his massiveframe; he carried the stone lamp that was a night light. 'Sh,' he said. 'Thelassies are asleep.' He nodded towards a closed door at the far end of this mainroom. Bringing the lamp higher, he got a clear view of Cappen's face. His ownregistered shock. 'Hey-o, lad, what ails you? I've seen men pole-axed who lookedhappier.'

Cappen stumbled across the threshold and collapsed in an armchair. Jamie barredthe outer door, touched a stick of punk to the lamp flame and lit candles,filled wine goblets. Drawing a seat opposite, he sat down, laid red-furred rightshank across left knee, and said gently, 'Tell me.'

When it had spilled from Cappen, he was a long span quiet. On the wallsshimmered his weapons, among pretty pictures that his housemates had selected.At last he asked low, 'Have you quit?'

'I don't know, I don't know,' Cappen groaned.

'I think you can go on aways, whether or no things are as the witchmastersupposes. We hold where I come from that no man can flee his weird, so he may aswell meet it in a way that'll leave a good story. Besides, this may not be ourdeath-day; and I doubt yon dragons are unkillable, but it could be fun findingout; and chiefly, I was much taken with your girl. Not many like her, my friend.They also say in my homeland, "Waste not, want not".'

Cappen lifted his glance, astounded. 'You mean I should try to free her?' heexclaimed.

'No, I mean we should.' Jamie chuckled. 'Life's gotten a wee bit dull for me oflate - aside from Butterfly and Light-of-Pearl, of course. Besides, I could usea share of reward money.'

'I ... I want to,' Cappen stammered. 'How I want to! But the odds against us -'

'She's your girl, and it's your decision. I'll not blame you if you hold back.Belike, then, in your country, they don't believe a man's first troth is to hiswoman and kids. Anyway, for you that was no more than a hope.'

A surge went through the minstrel. He sprang up and paced, back and forth, backand forth. 'But what could we doT

'Well, we could scout the temple and see what's what,' Jamie proposed. 'I'vebeen there once in a while, reckoning 'twould do no hurt to give those godstheir honour. Maybe we'll find that indeed naught can be done in aid. Or maybewe won't, and go ahead and do it.'

Danlis-

Fire blossomed in Cappen Varra. He was young. He drew his sword and swung itwhistling on high. 'Yes! We will!'

A small grammarian part of him noted the confusion of tenses and moods in theconversation.

The sole traffic on the Avenue of Temples was a night breeze, cold and sibilant.Stars, as icy to behold, looked down on its broad emptiness, on darkenedbuildings and weather-worn idols and rustling gardens. Here and there flamescast restless light, from porticoes or gables or ledges, out of glass lanternsor iron pots or pierced stone jars. At the foot of the grand staircase leadingto the fane of Ils and Shipri, fire formed haloes on the enormous figures, maleand female in robes of antiquity, that flanked it.

Beyond, the god-house itself loomed, porticoed front, great bronze doors,granite walls rising sheer above to a gilt dome from which light also gleamed;the highest point in Sanctuary.

Cappen started up. 'Halt' said Jamie, and plucked at his cloak. 'We can't walkstraight in. They keep guards in the vestibule, you know.'

'I want a close view of those sikkintairs,' the bard explained.

'Um, well, maybe not a bad idea, but let's be quick. If a squad of the watchcomes by, we're in trouble.' They could not claim they simply wished to performtheir devotions, for a civilian was not allowed to bear more arms in thisdistrict than a knife. Cappen and Jamie each had that, but no illuminant likehonest men. In addition, Cappen carried his rapier, Jamie a claymore, a visoredconical helmet, and a knee-length byrnie. He had, moreover, furnished spears forboth.

Cappen nodded and bounded aloft. Half-way, he stopped and gazed. The statue wasa daunting sight. Of obsidian polished glassy smooth, it might have measuredthirty feet were the tail not coiled under the narrow body. The two legs whichsupported the front ended in talons the length ofJamie's dirk. An upreared,serpentine neck bore a wickedly lanceolate head, jaws parted to show fangs thatthe sculptor had rendered in diamond. From the back sprang wings, bat-like savefor their sharp-pointed curvatures, which if unfolded might well have coveredanother ten yards.

'Aye,' Jamie murmured, 'such a brute could bear off two women like an eagle abrace of leverets. Must take a lot of food to power it. I wonder what quarrythey hunt at home.'

'We may find out,' Cappen said, and wished he hadn't.

'Come.' Jamie led the way back, and around to the left side of the temple. Itoccupied almost its entire ground, leaving but a narrow strip of flagstones.Next to that, a wall enclosed the flower-fragrant sanctum of Eshi, the lovegoddess. Thus the space between was gratifyingly dark; the intruders could notnow be spied from the avenue. Yet enough light filtered in that they saw whatthey were doing. Cappen wondered if this meant she smiled on their venture.After all, it was for love, mainly. Besides, he had always been an enthusiasticworshipper of hers, or at any rate of her counterparts in foreign pantheons;oftener than most men had he rendered her favourite sacrifice.