The Herodian sorceress chattered steadily. Even Nogah could make no sense ofwhat she said. He sent for someone to interpret.

The man who came was an older Dartar who made the youngsters nervous, obviously someone whose good opinion meant a lot to them.

"Mo'atabar," Yoseh told Aaron. "Our captain's second and a friend of ourfather. Having him here is like having Father's ghost watching over ourshoulders." The boy was determinedly on his best behavior.

Mo'atabar translated as the sorceress rattled on. At first it seemed she was just talking to herself, thinking out loud, making little sense. Then she saidsomething about men watching them. Everyone responded as though to anunexpected thunderclap. It took Mo'atabar a minute to stop her and back herup.

"Two men watching from the citadel, in the top of that tower." She pointedwith her nose. "Another half dozen on the roof of the red and white three- storey building with the balconies, there on the edge of the square."

Aaron tried to appear unconcerned as he glanced that way. She meant the homeof that crazy woman who owned the ships. He spied the silhouette of a head.

The light was too poor and the distance too great to make out any features.

Mo'atabar said it. "The Living. They have been quiet as mice but you knowthey're out there watching. Faruk, come here." Mo'atabar whispered to theyounger Dartar, who then ambled off toward the Residence.

The sorceress was on to something else now, muttering about the job at hand.

"Something wrong with this pattern. Doesn't feel like it goes anywhere. Almostlike it folds in on itself. When am I going to get someone I can experimentwith?"

"Soon," Mo'atabar promised. "I just sent a man to find out."

Liar, Aaron thought, catching enough of that to understand. Whatever messageFaruk had carried, it had had to do with the Living. No one ever told thetruth. Everyone was maneuvering and trying to manipulate everyone else. Whichsaid what about his place in the middle of things?

He did not see how he could be any use to anyone anymore. The Dartars werepaying him off by letting him tag along. Unless they used him as a symbol, abanner to be trotted out and pointed at as an inspiration for a noble cause.

He tried not to think of Arif, or of Arif s proximity, maybe no more than astone's throw away. He had to keep his head.

A troop of Dartar horsemen passed, coming from the direction of the Residence, looking like they were headed for trouble. Mo'atabar hailed their captain, whosaid they were headed into the Shu where some of the trapped Herodians hadbroken through a third-level closure and were trying to fight their way out ofthe maze. The outbreak had been contained but it needed to be pushed back andthe breach sealed again. Right now there was fierce fighting on the tiersabove the place where Aaron lived.

A moment of panic.

Then reason returned, accompanied by the realization that most of anybloodletting would take place in the Shu because most of Herod's men werethere.

"Yoseh, I need to get my family out of that. They'll be in the middle of it."

The boy looked at him like he wondered why he was wasting time. "I'll tellMo'atabar."

Mo'atabar summoned Aaron and tied a piece of colored cord around his left arm, at the elbow. "So you'll be known as a friend. But don't push your luck."

"I'll be back." Aaron started walking, expecting a challenge before he got outof sight of the citadel. Though he did not run he wasted no time.

Yoseh watched the carpenter hurry away. He tried not to worry about Tamisa.

Not his place. No reason to trouble himself. She was as far beyond his reachnow as she was before he met her.

Nogah asked, "What's he up to?"

Yoseh explained.

"Good idea. I'm starting to think our witch is as useful as udders on a bull.

When's she going to do something besides talk to herself?"

Nogah was frightened! Damn! He was sure they would not break through in time.

Yoseh saw the same fear everywhere-and in the witch most of all. The citadelhad given them a lot of time. Maybe they were playing games in there. Maybethey were just letting the invaders torment themselves.

Yoseh had not been tense till he began thinking about what a deadly race thiswas. The pressure had begun to mount. Now he wondered why he had talkedhimself into conning to this mad city. Mo'atabar was right. It was the city oflead and gold. Only the gold was imaginary and lead was what became of yourdreams.

Men leading a string often prisoners came out of the rain-not Herodianprisoners of war, as Yoseh had expected, but Qush-marrahans with the rattylook of petty criminals. Mo'atabar lined them up in a sad parody of aformation.

"What we're doing here is trying to get into the citadel," Mo'atabar toldthem. "There's a sorcery on the gate. We have to penetrate it. I won't tellyou your part isn't dangerous but I won't risk you unreasonably, either. Yourchances of getting through are good. And once we've found our way insideyou'll be released."

Yoseh knew he would have jumped at the chance had he been stuffed into a cellwaiting to be chained to an oar in a Herodian galley.

"We got a choice here?" one man asked. He looked more hardened than hisfellows.

"Of course. We won't force anyone. If you don't want to volunteer let me know.

I'll cut your throat and the rest of us can get on with our work."

"'Bout the way I thought it'd be."

Mo'atabar told the sorceress, "They're all yours. Tell me what you want to have them do."

In the beginning Yoseh thought what the witch was doing was a lot offoolishness. She picked a prisoner, lined him up just so, had Mo'atabar tellhim to take four baby steps forward. He was to remain motionless there till hereceived instructions otherwise. Then she had another man repeat that and takea couple of side steps, then three forward.

By the time the fifth went through his routine unharmed the others began torelax. And Yoseh realized there was something happening, after all.

That fifth man looked a little like he was behind the heat shimmer that rose off the Takes. And the sixth, once he got where he had been told to go, wasonly a vague discoloration except when Yoseh looked at him sort of sidewaysand indirectly.

The seventh man disappeared completely. There was no evidence he existed atall-except for his screams.

Aaron thought he was clever to move his family into Naszifs home. With no onein the streets, with every door and window barred so no one could see troublecoming, none of Naszifs neighbors would know who was staying inside.

He got them in unnoticed, with everything they could carry. Then Laellaaccompanied him to the door. There was a look in her eyes he had not seensince the day his company had left for the Seven Towers. She avoided touchingthe weapons he carried so clumsily. "Be careful, Aaron," and the way she saidit made it more than a parting caution. It was a prayer.

He kissed her forehead. "I will. Believe me, I will. I'm no hero."

"Don't say that. Yes, you are."

He looked at each of them in turn, and Stafa the longest, then he went.

Aram had to be guiding him. Going home, down Char Street, he had run into noone, though he had been sure he would encounter Dartars who would not believethe cord around his arm. He had not. And it looked like his luck would continue now.

It did not occur to him to wonder what had become of all those horses and men who had hurried into Char Street supposedly to keep the Herodians fromescaping.

"Aaron."

He was so startled he almost drew his sword. He looked around-and there, inthe mouth of an alley, was bel-Sidek. He looked around again, hastily, suspiciously, fearfully.

"I'm alone, Aaron. And unarmed."

"What do you want?"

"I have a message for your Dartar friends."