39: BY THE BARB

By sunset Maia was feeling refreshed and ready for the evening. Despite Occula's reproach, she felt neither shame nor regret about what she had done with Sednil. His famished necessity and corresponding ardor, his being a person of much the same station in life as herself (which had made her feel delightfully relaxed) and (perhaps most pleasant) the knowledge that she had enjoyed something illicit which could not now be taken away-all these, adding up to a real sense of satisfaction, had left her in a happy, confident mood, so that Terebinthia, while looking through the wardrobe with her, thought fit to remark that she had better take care not to let her high spirits run away with her at the Barb party; to which Maia replied pertly that she felt sure Terebinthia would like her to do all she could to bring back a good, big lygol.

"I doubt there'll be any lygols tonight," answered Terebinthia. "I rather think the High Counselor will want to keep you both to himself. And you'd be well-advised to remain content with that. Remember Meris."

"Why isn't he taking Milvushina, though, saiyett?" asked Maia. "I mean, I thought he liked to show what a lot of everything he's got, and we've been out in public once today already."

"I rather imagine-" Terebinthia hesitated. "A lot of provincial barons will be there tonight and I think that

possibly he may not want to ran the risk of anyone recognizing her. But you're not to repeat that."

"No, saiyett, 'course I won't. Oh, look! Can I wear that?"

It was a yellow-and-white tunic, broad-lapelled and buttoning down the front, with flared, embroidered lappets doing duty for a skirt. The buttons were topaz, as were the eyes of the leopards embroidered on the flapped pockets. Maia tried it on. It fitted well, and Terebinthia nodded approval.

"You'll need to wear a low-cut shift underneath, and short enough in the hem not to show beneath the lappets, too. With legs like yours that will do very well."

Neither Terebinthia nor Maia could have had the least inkling of how well it would have to do-or for how long.

At this moment Occula appeared. She seemed edgy and preoccupied. She was wearing her orange metlan and leather hunting-jacket, her gold nose-stud and necklace of teeth- the costume which Maia had first seen in the slavers' depot at Puhra. It certainly did suit her, she thought; and it was nice that as a result of her own widened experience of clothes during these last months she had come to think more and not less highly of Occula's taste.

"Do you think that's quite suitable for the High Baron's party, Occula?" asked Terebinthia. Once, thought Maia, she would simply have told her to go and take it off.

"I'd like to wear it, saiyett, if I may," answered Occula. "Yes, I think it suits me and I always feel confident in it."

"Well, I don't know whether the High Counselor's going to agree with you," said Terebinthia. "But if that's how you- What is it, Ogma?"-as the club-footed girl came hurrying in.

"The High Counselor's awake, saiyett, and wants you to go and see him at once," said Ogma.

"Banzi," said Occula, as Terebinthia went out, "just come back to my room for a minute."

Once there she closed the door and then, taking out of her box the squat, black image of Kantza-Merada, placed it in Maia's hands.

"Keep her safe, banzi," she said. "Either keep her yourself or if you have to, destroy her-burn her-‹fyou see? Doan' lose her, and doan' ever let anyone else have her."

"Why, Occula, Whatever's the matter? You've been so strange-well, all day, really. Is it an omen you've had,

or what? Anyone'd think you reckoned you weren't coming back here."

Very deliberately, Occula put her two hands on Maia's shoulders and kissed her.

"I loved you, banzi. I was always straight with you. Doan' ever forget that, will you? Look, I'm goin' to hide Kantza-Merada under the floorboard here, along with the money." Then before Maia could answer, "Now let's get you dressed in that tunic thing. Are you goin' to put your hair up? I think you should-but at that rate you'll need combs. Where are they? Then we can all go and have a jolly romp with Piggy, can' we?"

Sencho was also in good spirits, and with reason. Four years before, in return for his part in the appointment of the present chief priest of Cran, he had succeeded in bringing it about that the High Counselor should in future receive one-twelfth of the annual temple revenues, payable after each spring festival. While eating the chief priest's roast quails that afternoon, he had learned that the twelfth due to him for this year was a larger sum than he had expected, partly on account of the temple's recent recovery, with substantial interest, of a loan made to Lalloc, and partly on account of its share of the confiscated estate of Enka-Mordet. He was also twelve thousand meld to the good over Dyphna, and expected to get a new girl for not much more.

The Barb party was an occasion which he usually enjoyed. Flattery, sycophantic servility from men higher born than himself, the exercise of power and the granting of favors on profitable terms as and when it suited him- these things he relished. The food would be excellent; and there would, of course, be other pleasures. He felt fully recovered from his recent indisposition (which must, he now felt, have been due to nothing more than the depressing effect of the rainy season) and delightfully full of his customary appetites. During the time when he had not been himself the black girl had done well. She had turned out most skillful and reliable. Expensive as they had been, he had shown himself sharp in buying her and the Tonil-dan. Lying in the bath and enjoying Milvushina's ill-concealed aversion to washing him, he had the two girls brought in, approved their clothes and then told Terebinthia to

make sure that they were equipped with towels, extra cushions and everything else necessary to his comfort. Mil-vushina had just finished drying him when Ogma appeared to announce the arrival of the litter-bearers.

The distance to the lake known as the Barb, beside which Durakkon's guests were to meet, was not much over half a mile-about twenty minutes' journey for the heavy litter. Near the foot of the Leopard Hill the curving, northern shore was laid out as an arboreal garden, its lawns extending down to the water. There were groves of willows and cypresses, and two great zoan trees standing on either side of the inlet known as the Pool of Light. Planted about the lawns were scented shrubs-flendro, witch-hazel, jain-gum, capercaraira and many more-and arbors of evergreens to give shelter, when necessary, from the wind.

Tonight, however, was almost as mild and balmy as midsummer, with a half moon already high in a cloudless sky. The scent of spring flowers filled the air and not the least breeze ruffled the surface of the water or stirred the foliage. Nevertheless, in case anyone should feel cold, charcoal braziers had been placed here and there, and from a distance these glowed and twinkled between the trunks of the trees. A chain of colored lamps-pink, blue and green-surrounded the widest of the lawns, ending (or beginning) at the entrance in a serpent's head and tail, in imitation of that encircling the pavement of the temple. Here a gold-clad equerry was receiving the guests and presenting them to Durakkon and his wife, beside whom Elvair-ka-Virrion was standing as proxy for his father. For-dil and his musicians were already playing-some gentle, plaintive Yeldashay melody which carried softly on the shadowy air; while some way off, beside a grove of birches, the cooks had set up their kitchen, with fires burning in trenches under grills and spits. At a little distance beyond, the southern end of the gardens was closed by a thicket of zoan trees, mixed with evergreens-juniper and ilex.