She smiled as she accepted the drink.

“Yes. He broke a world record that day. I can still see him passing over the final hurdle.”

“You were there?”

“Oh, yes. I attended all of your meets. I even watched you run,” she said. “Not bad.”

She sipped the wine..

“Would you like me to send for a meal for you?” I asked.

“No, I'm not really hungry. We were talking about truth a little while ago...”

“So we were. I gather there had been some sorcerous exchange back at the Keep, between you and Mask—”

“Mask?” she said.

“The blue-masked sorcerer who rules there now.”

“Oh, yes. Quite.”

“I do have the story right, don't I?”

“Yes, but the encounter was more than a little traumatic. Forgive my hesitation. I was surprised and did not get my defenses up in time. That was really all there was to it. It will not happen again.”

“I'm sure. But—”

“Did you spirit me away?” she interrupted. “Or did you actually fight with Mask to get me free?”

“We fought,” I said.

“In what condition did you leave Mask?”

“Buried under a pile of manure,” I said.

She chuckled.

“Wonderful! I like a man with a sense of humor.”

“I have to go back,” I added.

“Oh? Why is that?”

“Because Mask is now allied with an enemy of mine – man named Jurt, who desires my death.”

She shrugged slightly.

“If Mask is no match for you, I fail to see where Mask and this man should represent a great problem.” Mandor cleared his throat.

“Begging your leave,” he said. “But Jurt is a shape shifter and minor sorcerer from the Courts. He also has power over Shadow.”

“I suppose that would make something of a difference,” she said.

“Not as much as what the two of them apparently plan to accomplish,” I told her. “I believe that Mask intends running Jurt through the same ritual your late husband undertook-something involving the Fount of Power.”

“No!” she cried, and she was on her feet, the rest of the wine mixing with Nayda's spittle and a few old bloodstains on the Tabriz I'd purchased for its delicately detailed pastoral scene. “It must not happen again!”

A storm came and went behind her eyes. Then, for the first time, she looked vulnerable.

“I lost him because of that...,” she said.

Then the moment was gone. The hardness returned.

“I had not finished my wine,” she said then, reseating herself.

“I'll get you another glass,” I told her.

“And is that a mirror on the table?”

I waited till she was finished primping, glancing out of the window at the snow and surreptitiously trying again to reach Coral or Luke while my back was turned to her.

No luck, though. When she put down the comb and brush she'd borrowed from me and laid the mirror beside them, I gathered she'd finished organizing her thoughts as well as her hair and was ready to talk again. I turned back slowly and strolled over.

We studied each other while practicing expressionlessness, then she asked, “Is anyone else in Amber aware that you have awakened me?”

“No,” I replied.

“Good. That means I've a chance of leaving here alive. Presumably, you want my assistance against Mask and this Jurt?”

“Yes.”

“Exactly what sort of help do you desire, and what are you prepared to pay for it?”

“I intend to penetrate the Keep and neutralize Mask and Jurt,” I said.

“'Neutralize'? That's one of those little euphemisms for `kill,' isn't it?”

“I suppose so,” I replied.

“Amber has never been noted for its squeamishness,” she said. “You have been exposed to too much American journalism. So, you are aware of my familiarity with the Keep, and you want my help in killing the two of them. Correct?”

I nodded.

“Rinaldo has told me that if we were to arrive too late and Jurt had already undergone the transformational ritual, you might know a way to use that same power against him,” I explained.

“He'd gotten further into those notes than -I'd realized,” she said. “I am going to have to be frank with you then, since our lives may depend on it: Yes, there is such a technique. But no, it won't be of any help to us. Some preparations are required to turn the power to such an end. It is not something I could simply reach out and do at a moment's notice.”

Mandor cleared his throat.

“I'd rather not see Jurt dead,” he stated, “if there's a possibility I could take him back to the Courts as a prisoner. He could be disciplined. There might be a way of neutralizing him without really ...neutralizing him, as you put it.”

“And if there isn't?” I asked.

“Then I'll help you to kill him,” he said. “I have no illusions about him, but I feel obliged to try something. I'm afraid that the news of his death could push our father over the edge.”

I looked away. He could be right, and even though old Sawall's death would mean his own succession to the title and control of considerable holdings, I was certain he was not anxious to acquire them at that price.”

“I understand,” I said. “I hadn't thought of that.”

“So give me a chance to subdue him. If I fail, I'll join you in whatever must be done.”

“Agreed,” I said, watching to see how Jasra was taking this.

She was studying us, a curious expression on her face.

“ 'Our father'?” she said.

“Yes,” I replied. “I wasn't going to mention that, but ,since it got out, Jurt's our younger brother.”

Her eyes were alight now, at the scent of connivance.

“This is a family power struggle, isn't it?” she asked.

“I suppose you could put it that way,” I said.

“Not really,” Mandor said.

“And yours is an important family in the Courts?”

Mandor shrugged. So did I. I'd a feeling she was trying to figure a way to cash in on that end of it, too, and I decided to stonewall her.

“We were discussing the task at hand,” I said. “I want to take us in there and accept Mask's challenge. We stop Jurt if he gets in the way and give him to Mandor. If it is impossible simply to subdue him, we go the rest of the way. Are you with us?”

“We have not yet discussed the price,” she said.

“All right,” I acknowledged. “I've talked about this with Rinaldo, and he told me to tell you that he's called the vendetta off. He feels things were settled with Amber when Caine died. He asked me to release you if you would go along with this, and he suggested that in return for your help against the new lord of the citadel we restore the Keep of the Four Worlds to your sovereignty. Bottom line, as he put it. What do you say?”

She picked up the goblet and took a long, slow sip. She'd stall, I knew, trying to figure a way to squeeze more out of this deal.

“You've spoken with Rinaldo very recently?” she said.

“Yes.”

“I am not clear as to why he is running about with Dalt; rather than being here with us, if he is so much in agreement with this plan.”

I sighed.

“Okay, I'll tell you the story,” I said. “But if you're with us, I do want to get moving soon.”

“Proceed,” she said.

So I recounted the evening's adventure in Arden, omitting only the fact that Vialle had placed Luke under her protection. Nayda seemed to grow progressively distressed as I told the tale, uttering small whimpering sounds at odd intervals.

When I was finished, Jasra placed her hand upon Mandor's arm and rose, brushing him lightly with her hip as she passed, and she went to stand before Nayda.

“Now tell me why the daughter of a high Begman official is restrained here,” she said.

“She is possessed of a demon that enjoys interfering in my affairs,” I explained.

“Really? I've often wondered what hobbies demons might pursue,” she observed. “But it seems this particular demon has been trying to say something in which I might be interested. If you would be so good as to free it for a moment's conversation I promise to consider your offer afterward.”