It was a warm, dry, dusty day. The sun cast strong dark shadows. Tents,pavilions, stone walls seemed all of a substance. So in a way did people,especially those in armour. Under closed visors, any soldier might have beenmistaken for any other of like stature.

Strictly it was not the turn of a guard detachment from the watch-house onProcessional Way to take over from the Hell Hounds. But a few bribes, and asharp order from Aye-Gophlan, and the problem had been sorted out.

Jarveena composed her features and did her best to look as though she were justanother casual passer-by impressed by the standard of marching of troops fromthe capital, rather than a person whose dearest ambition for revenge bid fair tobe fulfilled.

But her mouth kept wanting to snarl open like a wolf's.

The relieving guard marched in from the direction of Governor's Walk, exchangedsalutes and passwords with the imperial troops, and formed up in the centre ofthe courtyard. Attended by two armed orderlies. Commander Nizharu formallyrecognized his successor and took station at his side for the governor'sinspection. As soon as it was over, the departing troops would retire by squads" and march away with flying colours-Less than ten minutes later, amid a rippleof applause at the precision drill of the Hell Hounds, the prince was leavingthe parade ground arm-in-arm with Nizharu. The latter was being posted back tothe capital, but five of his comrades were to establish a bodyguard of localsoldiers for the governor, trained to imperial standards.

So rumour said. Rumour had been known to lie.

With some care arid ingenuity, Melilot had smiled and shoved his way to thefront of the crowd, and as the two approached and all were bowing, he said veryloudly and clearly, 'Why, commander! What good luck! Now is my chance to returnthe scroll you dropped yesterday morning!'

Nizharu had raised his visor because of the heat. It could clearly be seen thathis face grew pasty-pale. 'I I know nothing of any scroll!' he barked as soonas he could gather his wits.

'No? Oh, in that case, if it isn't yours, I'm sure the prince will accept itfrom me with a view to tracing its rightful owner!'

Fat though he was, Melilot could act briskly when he must. He whipped the scrollfrom under his robe and thrust it into Jarveena's eager hand. A heartbeat later,she was on her bended knee before the prince, gazing up into his handsome,youthful, and somewhat vacuous face.

'Read, Your Highness!' she insisted fiercely, and almost forced him to take holdof it.

The instant the prince caught its tenor, he froze. Nizharu did the opposite.Spinning on his heel, he shouted for his men and broke into a run.

The knife which Jarveena carried in her writing-case served other purposes thanthe sharpening of reed-pens. She withdrew it with a practised flick, aimed,threw.

And, howling, Nizharu measured his length on the ground, pierced behind theright knee where there was only leather, not metal, to protect him.

The crowd shouted in alarm and seemed on the brink of panic, but the incomingguard had been warned. Throwing back his visor, Captain Aye-Gophlan ordered hismen to surround and arrest Nizharu, and in a fine towering rage the princebellowed at the onlookers to explain why.

'This message is from a traitor at the imperial court! It instructs Nizharu toassign one of his guards to murder me as soon as he has found someone on whomthe charge can be falsely pinned! And it says that the writer is enchanting themessage to prevent the wrong person's reading it - but there's no difficulty inreading this! It's the court writing I was first taught as a child!'

'We - ah - arranged for the magic to be eliminated,' hinted Melilot. And addedquickly, 'Your Highness!'

'How came you by it?'

'It was dropped by Nizharu when he inspected our guardhouse.' That was AyeGophlan, marching smartly forward. 'Thinking it important, I consulted MasterMelilot, whom I've long known to be loyal and discreet.'

'And as for me ...' Melilot gave a deprecating shrug. 'I have certain contacts,let us say. It put me to no trouble to counteract the spell.'

True, thought Jarveena, and marvelled at how cleverly he lied.

'You shall be well rewarded,' declared the prince. 'And, after due trial, soshall he be! Attempting the life of one of the imperial blood - why, it's asheinous a crime as anyone might name! It was a miracle that he let fall thescroll. Surely the gods are on my side!' Raising his voice again. 'Tonight letall make sacrifice and give thanks! Under divine protection I have survived adastardly assassin!'

If all gods, Jarveena thought, are no better than Melilot, I'm content to be anunbeliever. But I do look forward to watching Nizharu fry.

6

'In view of how you must be feeling, Jarveena,' said a soft voice at her side,'I compliment you on the way you are concealing your emotions.'

'It's not difficult,' she answered with bitterness. The crowd was dispersingaround them, heading away from the execution block where, according to thestrict form, traitor Nizharu had paid for his many crimes by beating, hanging,and lastly burning.

And then she started. The person who had addressed her was nobody sherecognized: tall, stooped, elderly, with wisps of grey hair, carrying a marketbasket...

Where eyes should be, a glint of red.

'Enas Yorl?' she whispered.

'That same.' With a dry chuckle. 'Inasmuch as I can ever make the statement...Are you content?'

'I - I guess I'm not.' Jarveena turned away and began to follow the drift of thecrowd. 'I ought to be! I begged the privilege of writing the authorization forhis execution in my own hand, and I thought I might include mention of myparents, my friends, the villagers he slaughtered or enslaved, but my formalRankene isn't good enough, so I had to make do copying a draft by Melilot!' Shetossed her head. 'And I hoped to stand up in open court, swear to what he did,watch the faces of the people change as they realized what a filthy villain camehither disguised as an imperial officer ... They said there was no need for anyother evidence after Aye-Gophlan's and Melilot's and the prince's.'

'To speak after princes is a dangerous habit,' opined the wizard. 'But at allevents, it appears to have dawned on you that revenge is never what you hopefor. Take my own case. He who did to me what you know of was so determined towreak his vengeance that he created one spell more than he could handle. To eachhe was obliged to cede a certain portion of his will; for as I told you, spellshave no aim or purpose of their own. He thereby deprived himself of ordinarysense, and to his death sat blubbering and moaning like an infant.'

'Why do you tell me this?' cried Jarveena. 'I want to make the most of my momentof satisfaction, even if it can't be as rich and memorable as I dreamed.'

'Because,' said the wizard, taking her arm by fingers whose touch evokedextraordinary thrills all over her, 'you paid a fair and honest price for theservice I undertook. I shall not forget you. Scarred and branded you may bewithout; within you are beautiful.'

'Me?' said Jarveena with genuine astonishment. 'As well call a toad beautiful,or a mud wall!'

'As you like,' Enas Yorl answered with a shrug. The movement revealed that hewas no longer quite what he had been earlier. 'At all events, there is a secondreason.'

'What?'

'You read the writing on the scroll, and previously I had described it to you.Nonetheless you're acting as though you have forgotten something.'