"What do you think of her?" he asked cautiously, looping another strand. "Your own opinion, not what you think I want to hear."

"I like her," Winterhart said thoughtfully, her gaze turned inward for a moment. "If you can say you 'like' someone as self-contained as she is, that is. I want her to like me, and not just be polite to me, and that's not just because she is your old teacher and your friend. I like to listen to her talking; I think she is fascinating. I hope that I may age as gracefully."

Amberdrake nodded; it was a good observation. "To answer your question, she said she wanted to come to our suite this afternoon, if that is all right with you."

"When everyone else is taking a nap, which is a good time for northerners like us to get together and pretend we are accomplishing something even though we aren't,"

Winterhart chuckled. "I thought that was so absurd when we first arrived here, for everything to stop at the height of the day—but now, I can't imagine even trying to get anything done when it's so horribly hot. Even Windsong takes her nap without arguing now, and I thought that was nothing short of miraculous."

"But it's the perfect time of day to socialize," Amberdrake pointed out, verbally, since his fingers were weaving and unweaving intricate knots. "Especially if little 'why-mama' is chasing dream-butterflies. And if we northerners can't bear to sleep during the day when we should be getting work done, at least we can keep each other company."

Gesten appeared in the doorway, as if on cue. "Windsong is asleep, and Silver Veil is here, Drake," he said. "Would you prefer the sitting room or the garden?"

Amberdrake raised an eyebrow at Winterhart, signifying that it was her choice. After all, his hands were tied at the moment. "The garden, I think," she replied after a moment. "I hope the fountains in the pool will make it cooler than the sitting room."

By now, as always, even the cool stone of the floors was not helping cool the air much. It was always like this; shortly after noon, the heat began to collect, and it weighed down the very air until the sun neared the western horizon.

Gesten shrugged. "They're supposed to, so they tell me," the little hertasi said philosophically. "I'll have Jewel tell someone to send up the usual refreshments."

"I'd appreciate it if you'd serve us yourself, Gesten," Amberdrake said before Gesten could leave. "I don't think we're likely to say anything dubious, but it's hard to tell how the Haighlei would translate some of our conversations or mannerisms."

Gesten nodded and went off to attend to all of it; no need to elaborate with him. They all knew that the so-attentive servants were reporting whatever they saw and overheard to their superiors, and possibly to masters besides their superiors. That might have been the reason for Winterhart's choice of the garden as well; the sound of the fountains would cover any conversation from more than a few feet away.

Discretion, discretion. Still, this is better than facing the Haighlei warships.They were on sufferance here; how much, perhaps Silver Veil could tell them. That was what she had implied when she asked for this meeting; that she could tell him more about their position here, now that the delegation had settled in.

Winterhart smiled as Amberdrake showed off the finished cat's cradle, then she slipped off the side of the bed and smoothed down her skirt. Amberdrake unraveled the elaborate finger and string sculpture, rose to his feet and straightened wrinkles out of his robes. Together they made their way to the tiny garden in the center of every suite of rooms. The Palace sprawled out across the Royal Compound, rather than being built in the vertical as Urtho's Tower had been. It was a vast complex of suites connected by corridors, with tiny gardens everywhere, as if they had been scattered like seeds and the Palace had been built around them. Every garden had one huge tree growing in the middle, shading everything, and most had more of the same ubiquitous fountains and pools that their own garden had. The theory was that this allowed more air to flow through the rooms, and the falling water cooled the breeze further. Since there was no need to worry about heatingthis vast pile, there was no need to build so as to conserve heat.

Their garden was mostly water, a complex of fountains and connected pools with a fabulous collection of water-lilies, water-irises, and flowering reeds to set off the fat fish in their armor of red and black, gold and white. Their tree was a huge giant, towering far above the roof three stories above, and shading the entire courtyard perfectly. Gesten had set a low wooden table and three upholstered lounges out in the flagstoned midst of the pools, and Silver Veil was already there, wearing a thin gown of finger-pleated linen with gold ornaments on her arms and bare ankles, trailing her fingers gracefully in the water. Feeding the fish, perhaps? They were always greedy for crumbs. She rose as they approached. Her thin, delicate face was suffused with pleasure.

She kissed both of them on the cheek, impartially, and they all took their seats as Gesten arrived with cool beverages and slices of fruit arranged artfully on a plate. At the moment, the earlier breeze had died away to nothing, leaving only the heat and the babble of water; Winterhart picked up a fan made of woven palm leaves and created a breeze of her own. The palm-leaf fans woven into fanciful shapes were another Palace fixture; servants left stacks of them everywhere.

"Does it ever get cold here?" she asked, a little desperately, as Silver Veil followed her example with a fan shaped like a spade blade.

Silver Veil shook her head, and her silver hair followed the motion. "Never; in the deep of winter it is sometimes very cool during the night, but only so that one wants a brazier of coals in one's bedroom, and perhaps a light blanket. I never thought that I would long for snow before I came here."

"Well, we of White Gryphon have snow enough in winter for you," Amberdrake replied, "if you can get leave to come visit. You would be very welcome."

But Silver Veil only sighed. "I fear not," she said reluctantly. "I am one of Shalaman's Chief Advisors, you know; there is only Truthsayer Leyuet and Palisar, the Speaker to the Gods, besides me." She coughed delicately. "I fear that their advice is rather biased in some areas. I would rather be here to counter them, so to speak. In fact, that was why I wished to speak with you both, now that you have had time to settle in and view the situation."

"Oh? I am flattered that you would hold our welfare in such esteem, Lady," Winterhart said carefully.

Silver Veil laughed; it sounded like one of the fountains. "So discreet, Winterhart!" she exclaimed, with no hint of mockery. "From what northern court did youspring? It took me years to learn such discretion."

"Some are born with such grace," Amberdrake replied quickly, to save Winterhart from the question. Nevertheless he was enjoying the exchange, for this was like some of the conversations he had shared with her in the past, during the few moments of tranquility during their flight from Kiamvir Ma'ar's forces. Now, however, the conversation was better, because it was between equals, not world-wise mentor and overstressed pupil. I would not want to repeat that time for any amount of money, but I am glad to have experienced it, in a peculiar way. Certainly I am grateful for the privilege of learning from her.

When all was lost to him, she had taken him in. When he was adrift, she found him the avocation best suited to his talents. Who else would have done such a thing?