He went to the door and called. After a short delay the elderly saiyett entered, carrying a tray with fruit, a flagon and wine-cups. Kembri, having filled a cup for himself, motioned to her to set down the tray and go. As the door closed he turned back to Maia.

"You remember an Urtan-a man called Bayub-Otal?"

"Yes, of course, my lord; at your son's party."

"You were told-my son told you, didn't he?-to do your best to attract him,"

She nodded.

"What came of that, Maia? How successful were you?"

"Well, tell you the truth, my lord, I couldn't just make him out at all: and as to being what you call successful-"

"Why couldn't you make him out?"

"Well, first he was on talking with scornful-like about- well, about girls like me going with men and being given lygols and all such things as that. "You'll get no lygol out of me!" he says-kind of sneering, like. So naturally I reckoned he must just about hate me. But then next minute he was on asking whether I wanted to see him again. It just didn't make no sort of sense."

"What did you say?"

"I said I'd be glad to meet him again if that was what he wanted."

"Was that all that happened?"

"Yes, my lord. Well, only other thing was that when he asked where he could find me and I said at the High Counselor's, you could see he didn't fancy that at all."

"What did he say about the High Counselor?"

"He said 'He knows too much. He's a man everyone fears.' I reckon that's why he hasn't tried to see me again. But then, why did he ask me in the first place whether I wanted to-I mean, if he didn't fancy me?"

Kembri, standing up, laid a hand on her shoulder. She realized with surprise that he was pleased.

"You've done well, Maia. You see now, do you, how easy it is to do well, just by doing what you're told?"

He filled the other wine-cup and handed it to her.

"I can tell you why Bayub-Otal hasn't tried to get in touch with you again. He left Bekla suddenly, the day after that party. He went back to Kendron-Urtah, but from there he disappeared altogether; for some considerable time. Those whose job it is to watch him lost track of him entirely."

Maia sipped her wine and said nothing.

"Traveling in the rains," went on Kembri. "That's suspicious, for a start. But from Urtah, there's only one place to which Bayub-Otal would be likely to vanish altogether- where he couldn't be traced-and that's Suba. Marshland-water-ways-grass half as tall as the trees. Some secret meeting-place. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"No, my lord. Fact is, I don't know what you're on about at all."

He nodded. "That's all to the good: you'll be all the more convincing if you're really what you seem to be."

He threw two or three logs into the stove. They caught the blaze at once, with a resinous scent, and the gum began to ooze, hissing, from the wood.

"Bayub-Otal's returning to Bekla at this moment. In fact, he may already be here. I happen to know that he spoke to someone about you and said he meant to see you again."

Maia, shaking her head, held her hands apart in a gesture of incomprehension.

"You're to do your best to find out where he's been; and what he went for, too, if you can," said Kembri.

"But how, my lord? I told you, he didn't fancy me-"

Kembri held up a hand.

"You're young and inexperienced, Maia, and what little experience of men you have had has been concerned with only one thing. I don't understand Bayub-Otal any more than you do, but I know a great deal about him. Either he doesn't care for girls or else he pretends he doesn't, out of some sort of pride. It's not boys, either-we know that. But for your purpose and mine it doesn't matter what's at the back of it. He may not want to go to bed with you, but he wants to see you again-that's good enough for us."

"Where he went to and why-is it just that you want me to find out, my lord?"

"As much as you can: anything he'll tell you; his hopes, his plans. He may be innocent; but we think not."

"I wonder you don't have him killed, then, my lord. You easy could if you wanted, I suppose." This was insolence and meant to be. She was speaking sardonically, out of a peasant's well-founded resentment against all callous rulers and oppressors. He answered her seriously, however.

"Kill the love-child of the High Baron of Urtah? They hate us enough as it is. That would bring the whole place round our ears." Again came the grim smile. "His father loves him, Maia, even if you don't."

"Can you tell me any more about him, my lord?"

"I'm deliberately not going to tell you anything at all: then you can't reveal, can you, that you know more than if you were completely innocent? He didn't want to bed with you at the party. He may change his mind later, or he may not. For our purposes it doesn't matter. You may not know this, Maia, but a few men, here and there, prefer a girl who doesn't fall on her back straight away-even a slave. Perhaps he wants to believe you're pure at heart. If you decide, when you've got to know him better, that that's what he wants, you must do all you can to go along with it. I can't tell you how to win his confidence. You're the woman, not I." He paused. "Well, now you know that he means to see you again, and you've heard what I want you to do. How do you feel about it?"

Maia had in fact been recalling the contempt with which Bayub-Otal had spoken to her. "Are you learning your trade?" "You'll get no lygol out of me." Remembering her mortification, she felt herself once more full of annoyance. Why ever should Bayub-Otal want to see her

again? She neither knew nor cared. She could not choose but do this work for the Lord General, but she would much prefer to find herself in a straightforward sexual situation, with a normal man whom she could understand. If only, she thought, it had been Eud-Ecachlon they had wanted her to find out about.

She raised her eyes. "All I was thinking, my lord, is that if you're looking for a girl as'll make him forget himself- I mean, strike him as young and innocent, the way you said-then I know one as'd likely do much better for the job than me."

"I'm the one to decide that, Maia, not you," replied Kembri.

Now she'd angered him, she thought. She looked down into her cup, swirling the wine in the bowl and wondering whether or not to go on. In the silence she could hear the rain beating in gusts against the stones of the tower outside.

"Who is this girl?" asked the Lord General at length.

"Her name's Milvushina, my lord. She's with me in the High Counselor's household."

"And what makes you think she'd do better than you for Bayub-Otal?"

"Because she's a baron's daughter, my lord."

"A baron's daughter? A bed-girl in Sencho's household? What do you mean? How did he come by her?"

"You mean you don't know, my lord?"

There was no question of him thinking her impudent now. The startled sincerity of her question carried its own conviction.

"You'd better tell me, Maia. Whose daughter is she?"

"Enka-Mordet's, my lord; the baron you killed in Chal-con."

At this he stared. It was obvious that he knew nothing of Milvushina. She told him all that she had learned, together with an account of how she and Occula had found Milvushina at Sencho's upon their return from Elvair-ka-Virrion's party, and of the way in which Milvushina had borne her affliction since then.

"We heard, my lord, as you'd told your men to bring her back for the High Counselor."

"Did you indeed?" replied Kembri. "Well, one day I may decide to see this girl for myself. Meanwhile, you can take it from me that she wouldn't do for this work with Bayub-Otal. There's a particular reason why you've been

selected. When you succeed in finding out what it is, you'll know you're well on the way to success."