Never do what your enemy wants you to do, McKie reminded himself.

In this moment, Aritch was the enemy, having placed the binding oath of Legum upon an agent of BuSab, having demanded information to which he had no right.  The old Gowachin's behavior was consistent with the demands of his own legal system, but it immediately magnified the area of conflict by an enormous factor.  McKie chose a minimal response.

"I'm here because Tandaloor is the heart of the Gowachin Federation."

Aritch, who'd been sitting with his eyes closed to emphasize the formal client-Legum relationship, opened his eyes to glare at McKie.

"I remind you once that I am your client."

Signs indicating a dangerous new tension in the Wreave servant were increasing, but McKie was forced to concentrate his attention on Aritch.

"You name your self client.  Very well.  The client must answer truthfully such questions as the Legum asks when the legal issues demand it."

Aritch continued to glare at McKie, latent fire in the yellow eyes.  Now, the battle was truly joined.

McKie sensed how fragile was the relationship upon which his survival depended.  The Gowachin, signatories to the great ConSentiency Pact binding the species of the known universe, were legally subject to certain BuSab intrusions.  But Aritch had placed them on another footing.  If the Gowachin Federation disagreed with McKie/Agent, they could take him into the Courtarena as a Legum who had wronged a client.  With the entire Gowachin Bar arrayed against him.  McKie did not doubt which Legum would taste the knife.  His one hope lay in avoiding immediate litigation.  That was, after all, the real basis of Gowachin Law.

Moving a step closer to specifics, McKie said:

"My Bureau has uncovered a matter of embarrassment to the Gowachin Federation."

Aritch blinked twice.

"As we suspected."

McKie shook his head.  They didn't suspect, they knew.  He counted on this:  that the Gowachin understood why he'd answered their summons.  If any Sentiency under the Pact could understand his position, it had to be the Gowachin.  BuSab reflected Gowachin philosophy.  Centuries had passed since the great convulsion out of which BuSab had originated, but the ConSentiency had never been allowed to forget that birth.  It was taught to the young of every species.

"Once, long ago, a tyrannical majority captured the government.  They said they would make all individuals equal.  They meant they would not let any individual be better than another at doing anything.  Excellence was to be suppressed or concealed.  The tyrants made their government act with great speed 'in the name of the people.'  They removed delays and red tape wherever found.  There was little deliberation.  Unaware that they acted out of an unconscious compulsion to prevent all change, the tyrants tried to enforce a grey sameness upon every population.

"Thus the powerful governmental machine blundered along at increasingly reckless speed.  It took commerce and all the important elements of society with it.  Laws were thought of and passed within hours.  Every society came to be twisted into a suicidal pattern.  People became unprepared for those changes which the universe demands.  They were unable to change.

"It was the time of brittle money, 'appropriated in the morning and gone by nightfall,' as you learned earlier.  In their passion for sameness, the tyrants made themselves more and more powerful.  All others grew correspondingly weaker and weaker.  New bureaus and directorates, odd ministries, leaped into existence for the most improbable purposes.  These became the citadels of a new aristocracy, rulers who kept the giant wheel of government careening along, spreading destruction, violence, and chaos wherever they touched.

"In those desperate times, a handful of people (the Five Ears, their makeup and species never revealed) created the Sabotage Corps to slow that runaway wheel of government.  The original corps was bloody, violent, and cruel.  Gradually, the original efforts were replaced by more subtle methods.  The governmental wheel slowed, became more manageable.  Deliberation returned.

"Over the generations, that original Corps became a Bureau, the Bureau of Sabotage, with its present Ministerial powers, preferring diversion to violence, but ready for violence when the need arises."

They were words from McKie's own teens, generators of a concept modified by his experiences in the Bureau.  Now, he was aware that this directorate composed of all the known sentient species was headed into its own entropic corridors.  Someday, the Bureau would dissolve or be dissolved, but the universe still needed them.  The old imprints remained, the old futile seeking after absolutes of sameness.  It was the ancient conflict between what the individual saw as personal needs for immediate survival and what the totality required if any were to survive.  And now it was the Gowachin versus the ConSentiency, and Aritch was the champion of his people.

McKie studied the High Magister carefully, sensitive to the unrelieved tensions in the Wreave attendant.  Would there be violence in this room?  It was a question which remained unanswered as McKie spoke.

"You have observed that I am in a difficult position.  I do not enjoy the embarrassment of revered teachers and friends, nor of their compatriots.  Yet, evidence has been seen . . ."

He let his voice trail off.  Gowachin disliked dangling implications.

Aritch's claws slid from the sheaths of his webbed fingers.

"Your client wishes to hear of this evidence."

Before speaking, McKie rested his hand on the latch of the box in his lap.

"Many people from two species have disappeared.  Two species:  Gowachin and Human.  Singly, these were small matters, but these disappearances have been going on for a long time - perhaps twelve or fifteen generations by the old Human reckoning.  Taken together, these disappearances are massive.  We've learned that there's a planet called Dosadi where these people were taken.  Such evidence as we have has been examined carefully.  It all leads to the Gowachin Federation."

Aritch's fingers splayed, a sign of acute embarrassment.  Whether assumed or real, McKie could not tell.

"Does your Bureau accuse the Gowachin?"

"You know the function of my Bureau.  We do not yet know the location of Dosadi, but we'll find it."

Aritch remained silent.  He knew BuSab had never given up on a problem.

McKie raised the blue box.

"Having thrust this upon me, you've made me guardian of your fate, client.  You've no rights to inquire as to my methods.  I will not follow old law."

Aritch nodded.

"It was my argument that you'd react thus."

He raised his right hand.

The rhythmic "death flexion" swept over the Wreave and her fighting mandibles darted from her facial slit.

At the first movement from her, McKie whipped open the blue box, snatched out book and knife.  He spoke with a firmness his body did not feel:

"If she makes the slightest move toward me, my blood will defile this book."  He placed the knife against his own wrist.  "Does your Servant of the Box know the consequences?  The history of the Running Phylum would end.  Another Phylum would be presumed to've accepted the Law from its Giver.  The name of this Phylum's last High Magister would be erased from living thought.  Gowachin would eat their own eggs at the merest hint that they had Running Phylum blood in their veins."

Aritch remained frozen, right hand raised.  Then:

"McKie, you are revealed as a sneak.  Only by spying on our most sacred rituals could you know this."

"Did you think me some fearful, pliable dolt, client?  I am a true Legum.  A Legum does not have to sneak to learn the Law.  When you admitted me to your Bar you opened every door."