'Sister, please, that fur you're plucking is attached to my skin.'

'Oh, Aristarchus, I'm sorry...'

'What's wrong?'

'I don't know,' she said. 'I feel -1 want -1...' She handed him the comb andstood. 'I'm going to walk up the trail a little way. I won't be gone long.'

In the silence of the forest she felt easier, but there was something pullingher, something calling to her that she could not hear.

And then she did hear something, a rustling of leaves. She faded back off thetrail, hiding herself, and waited.

Lythande walked slowly, tiredly, along the trail. Wess was so surprised that shedid not speak as the wizard passed her, but a few paces on, Lythande stopped andlooked around, frowning.

'Westerly?'

Wess stepped into sight. 'How did you know I was there?*

'I felt you near ... How did you find me?'

'I thought I heard someone call me. Was that a spell?'

'No. Just a hope.'

'You look so tired, Lythande.'

Lythande nodded. 'I received a challenge. I answered it.'

'And you won -'

'Yes.' Lythande smiled bitterly. 'I still walk the earth and wait for the daysof Chaos. If that is winning, then I won.'

'Come back to camp and rest and eat with us,'

'Thank you, little sister. I will rest with you. But your friend -you foundhim?'

'Yes. He's free.'

'You all escaped unhurt?'

Wess shrugged, and was immediately sorry for it. 'I did crack my ribs thistime.' She did not want to talk about the deeper hurts.

'And now - are you going home?'

'Yes.'

Lythande smiled. 'I might have known you would find the Forgotten Pass.'

They walked together back towards camp. A little scared by her own presumption,Wess reached out and took the wizard's hand in hers. Lythande did not draw away,but squeezed her fingers gently.

'Westerly -' Lythande looked at her straight on, and Wess stopped. 'Westerly,would you go back to Sanctuary?'

Stunned and horrified, Wess said, 'Why?'

'It isn't as bad as it seems at first. You could learn many things...'

'About being a wizard?'

Lythande hesitated. 'It would be difficult, but - it might be possible. It istrue that your talents should not be wasted.'

'You don't understand,' Wess said. 'I don't want to be a wizard. I wouldn't goback to Sanctuary if that were the reason.'

Lythande said, finally, 'That isn't the only reason.'

Wess took Lythande's hand between her own, drew it to her lips, and kissed thepalm. Lythande reached up and caressed Wess's cheek. Wess shivered at the touch.

'Lythande, I can't go back to Sanctuary. You would be the only reason I wasthere - and it would change me. It did change me. I don't know if I can go backto being the person I was before I came here, but I'm going to try. Most of whatI did learn there I would rather never have known. You must understand me!''Yes,' Lythande said. 'It was not fair of me to ask.'

'It isn't that I wouldn't love you,' Wess said, and Lythande looked at hersharply. Wess took as deep a breath as she could,

and continued. 'But what I feel for you would change, too, as I changed. Itwouldn't be love anymore. It would be ... need, and demand, and envy.'

Lythande sat on a tree root, shoulders slumped, and stared at the ground. Wessknelt beside her and smoothed her hair back from her forehead.

'Lythande...'

'Yes, little sister,' the magician whispered, as if she were too tired to speakaloud.

'You must have important work here.' How could she bear it otherwise? Wessthought. She is going to laugh at you for what you ask her, and explain howfoolish it is, and how impossible. 'And Kaimas, my home... you would find itdull -' She stopped, surprised at herself for her hesitation and her fear. 'Youcome with me, Lythande,' she said abruptly. 'You come home with me.'

Lythande stared at her, her expression unreadable. 'Did you mean what you said '

'It's so beautiful, Lythande. And peaceful. You've met half my family already.You'd like the rest of them, too! You said you had things to leam from us.'

'- about loving me?'

Wess caught her breath. She leaned forward and kissed Lythande quickly, then, asecond time, slowly, as she had wanted to since the moment she saw her.

She drew back a little.

'Yes,'she said.'Sanctuary made me lie, but I'm not in Sanctuary now. With anyluck I'll never see it again, and never have to lie anymore.'

'If I had to go-'

Wess grinned. 'I might try to persuade you to stay.' She touched Lythande'shair. 'But I wouldn't try to hold you. As long as you wanted to stay, andwhenever you wanted to come back, you'd have a place in Kaimas.'

'It isn't your resolve I doubt, little sister, it's my own. And my own strength.I think I would not want to leave your home, once I'd been there for a while.'

'I can't see the future,' Wess said. Then she laughed at herself, for what shewas saying to a wizard. "Perhaps you can.'

Lythande made no reply.

'All I know,' Wess said, 'is that anything anyone does might cause pain. Tooneself, to a friend. But you cannot do nothing.' She stood up. 'Come. Comesleep, with me and my friends. And then we'll go home.'

Lythande stood up too. 'There's so much you don't know about me, little sister.So much of it could hurt you.'

Wess closed her eyes, wishing, like a child at twilight seeking out a star. Sheopened her eyes again.

Lythande smiled. 'I will come with you. If only for a while.'

They walked together, hand in hand, to join the others.

1

Shadows slipped along the cobbles in this deepest sink of the Maze, in thatsmall light of the moon which wended its way among the overhangs and glistenedwetly off noisome moistures. A well-dressed woman had no place here, evenshadow-clad in black, robed and hooded - but she went deliberately, weaving onlyfrom the course of the foulest and widest streams, stepping over most.

And a ruffler, a bravo, a sometime thief- Sjekso by name-he took to the alleysas a matter of course.

Sjekso belonged here, had been whelped here, wove in his steps too, but not fromfastidiousness, as he came from the opposite direction down the web of darkways. A handsome fellow was Sjekso Kinzan, a blond youth with curling locks, ashort and carefully kept beard, his shirt and jerkin open from the recent heatof the common room of the Vulgar Unicorn - from the heat, and, truth be told,from a certain vanity. He radiated sex, wine vapours, and a certain peevishness:was out of pocket from the dice, had lost even Minsy's purchasable favours to abad throw ... his absolute nadir of discomfort. Minsy was off with that whoresonHanse, while he-

He staggered his hazed way back towards his lodgings and his own doorway off theSerpentine. He snuffed and faltered and lamented his misfortune with himself. Hehated Hanse, at least for the evening, and plotted elaborate and publicrevenge...

And blinking in the vapours up from the harbour and in the Uncertain focus ofhis eyes, he found his way intersected with a woman's in the alleyway. Noordinary doxy, this: a courtesan of quality strayed from some rendezvous, anopportunity some fickle god had tossed into his path or him into hers.

'Well,' he said, and flung wide his arms, leaned from one side of the way to theother to block her attempt to walk around him ... a little fun, he reckoned. Andagain, owlishly: 'Well.'-but she made a quick move to go past him and he seizedher in that swift pass, grabbed and grasped and felt female roundnesses indelightful proportions. His prey writhed and pushed and kneed at him, and hegripped her hair through the hood, drew her head back and kissed her with fairaim and rising passion.