'What is the price?'

'Four dinners, bed - you break your fast somewhere else, I don't open early. Apiece of silver. In advance.'

'The bath included?' Quartz said.

'Yes, yes, all right.'

'We can pay,' said Quartz, whose turn it was to keep track of what they spent.She offered him a piece of silver.

He continued to look at Chan, but after an awkward pause he shrugged, snatchedthe coin from Quartz, and turned away. Quartz drew back her hand, then, underthe table, surreptitiously wiped it on the leg other heavy cotton trousers.

Chan glanced over at Wess. 'Do you understand anything that has happened sincewe entered the city's gates?'

'It is curious,' she said. 'They have strange customs.'

'We can puzzle them out tomorrow,' Aerie said.

A young woman carrying a tray stopped at their table. She wore odd clothes,summer clothes by the look of them, for they uncovered her arms and shouldersand almost completely bared her breasts. It is hot in here, Wess thought. That'squite intelligent of her. Then she need only put on a cloak to go home, and shewill not get chilled or overheated.

'Ale for you, sir?' the young woman said to Chan. 'Or wine? And wine for yourwives?'

'Beer, please,' Chan said. 'What are "wives"? I have studied your language, butthis is not a word I know.'

'The ladies are not your wives?'

Wess took a tankard of ale off the tray, too tired and thirsty to try to figureout what the woman was talking about. She took a deep swallow of the cool bitterbrew. Quartz reached for a flask of wine and two cups, and poured for herselfand Aerie.

'My companions are Westerly, Aerie, and Quartz,' Chan said, nodding to each inturn. 'I am Chandler. And you are -?'

'I'm just the serving girl,' she said, sounding frightened. 'You could not wishto be troubled with my name.' She grabbed a mug of beer and put it on the table,spilling some, and fled.

They all looked at each other, but then the tavern-keeper came with platters ofmeat. They were too hungry to wonder what they had done to frighten the barmaid.

Wess tore off a mouthful of bread. It was fairly fresh, and a welcome changefrom trail rations - dry meat, flatbread mixed hurriedly and baked on stones inthe coals of a campfire, fruit when they could find or buy it. Still, Wess wasused to better.

'I miss your bread,' she said to Quartz in their own language. Quartz smiled.

The meat was hot and untainted by decay. Even Aerie ate with some appetite,though she preferred meat raw.

Halfway through her meal, Wess slowed down and took a moment to observe thetavern more carefully.

At the bar, a group suddenly burst into raucous laughter.

'You say the same damned thing every damned time you turn up in Sanctuary,Bauchle,' one of them said, his loud voice full of mockery. 'You have a secretor a scheme or a marvel that will make your fortune. Why don't you get an honestjob - like the rest of us?'

That brought on more laughter, even from the large, heavyset young man who wasbeing made fun of.

'You'll see, this time,' he said. 'This time I've got something that will takeme all the way to the court of the Emperor. When you hear the criers tomorrow,you'll know.' He called for more wine. His friends drank and made more jokes,both at his expense.

The Unicorn was much more crowded now, smokier, louder. Occasionally someoneglanced towards Wess and her friends, but otherwise they were let alone.

A cold breeze thinned the odour of beer and sizzling meat and unwashed bodies.Silence fell suddenly, and Wess looked quickly around to see if she had breachedsome other unknown custom.

But all the attention focused on the tavern's entrance. The cloaked figure stoodthere casually, but nothing was casual about the aura of power and selfpossession.

In the whole of the tavern, not another table held an empty place.

'Sit with us, sister!' Wess called on impulse.

Two long steps and a shove: Wess's chair scraped roughly along the floor andWess was rammed back against the wall, a dagger at her throat.

'Who calls me "sister"?' The dark hood fell back from long, grey-streaked hair.A blue star blazed on the woman's forehead. Her elegant features grew terribleand dangerous in its light.

Wess stared up into the tall, lithe woman's furious eyes. Her jugular veinpulsed against the point of the blade. If she made a move towards her knife, orif any other friends moved at all, she was dead.

'I meant no disrespect -' She almost said 'sister' again. But it. was not thefamiliarity that had caused offence: it was the word itself. The woman wastravelling incognito, and Wess had breached her disguise. No mere apology wouldrepair the damage she had done.

A drop of sweat trickled down the side of her face. Chan and Aerie and Quartzwere all poised on the edge of defence. If Wess erred again, more than oneperson would die before the fighting stopped.

'My unfamiliarity with your language has offended you, young gentleman,' Wesssaid, hoping the tavern-keeper had used a civil form of address, if not a civiltone. It was often safe to insult someone by the tone, but seldom by the wordsthemselves. 'Young gentleman,' she said again when the woman did not kill her,'someone has made sport of me by translating "frejojan", "sister".'

'Perhaps,' the disguised woman said. 'What does frejojan mean?'

'It is a term of peace, an offer of friendship, a word to welcome a guest,another child of one's own parents.'

'Ah. "Brother" is the word you want, the word to speak to men. To call a man"sister", the word for women, is an insult.'

'An insult!' Wess said, honestly surprised.

But the knife drew back from her throat.

'You are a barbarian,' the disguised woman said, in a friendly tone. 'I cannotbe insulted by a barbarian.'

'There is the problem, you see,' Chan said. 'Translation. In our language, theword for outsider, for foreigner, also translates as "barbarian".' He smiled,his beautiful smile.

Wess pulled her chair forward again. She reached for Chan's hand under thetable. He squeezed her fingers gently.

'I meant only to offer you a place to sit, where there is no other.'

The stranger sheathed her dagger and stared down into Wess's eyes. Wess shiveredslightly and imagined spending the night with Chan on one side, the stranger onthe other.

Or you could have the centre, if you liked, she thought, holding the gaze.

The stranger laughed. Wess could not tell if the mocking tone were directedoutward or inward.

'Then I will sit here, as there is no other place.' She did so. 'My name isLythande.'

They introduced themselves, and offered her - Wess made herself think ofLythande as 'him' so she would not damage the disguise again - offered him wine.

'I cannot accept your wine,' Lythande said. 'But to show I mean no offence, Iwill smoke with you.' He rolled shredded herbs in a dry leaf, lit theconstruction, inhaled from it, and held it out. 'Westerly, frejojan.'

Out of politeness Wess tried it. By the time she stopped coughing her throat wassore, and the sweet scent made her feel lightheaded.

'It takes practice,' Lythande said, smiling.

Chan and Quartz did no better, but Aerie inhaled deeply, her eyes closed, thenheld her breath. Thereafter she and Lythande shared it while the others orderedmore ale and another flask of wine.

'Why did you ask me, of all this crowd, to sit here?' Lythande asked.

'Because...' Wess paused to try to think of a way to make her intuition soundsensible. 'You look like someone who knows what's going on. You look likesomeone who might help us.'