Storm Warning

'It will be funny again,' Karal promised warmly. 'I'll bring you something to eat, if you like.'

:So Florian spilled my secret, did he?: Altra actually snorted, and looked annoyed for a heartbeat. :Ah, well, I couldn't stay mystical and inscrutable forever, I suppose. Please bring me something that isn't breadish or vegetablish.:

'I'll be glad to, as soon as I have a quick bath.' At least Altra still had an appetite. That was something, anyway, a sign that the Firecat was on the way to recovering.

He found that he felt better after a bath and a change of clothing. It did help that there was nothing at all here to remind him of Ulrich. He didn't think he would be able to maintain his own fragile stability if there had been.

He still had no appetite, though; rummaging around in the larder didn't do anything to remove the lump of cold grief from his stomach. He confined himself to taking care of Altra; he found some fish that was so fresh it must have been caught that very morning, and decided that someone in the two-person household had seen Altra for what he really was. And while the Firecat didn't precisely fall on the offering as if he was half-starved, he certainly polished every scrap off during the time it took Karal to change into clean clothing.

I'm the only Karsite representative, now, he thought, as he examined his clothing. Until Solaris sends someone else—it's me or no one. I'd better look the part.

He chose one of his formal robes, and carefully arranged his sun-disk pendant over the front placket. He wished there was a mirror.

:You look very impressive,: Altra observed from the bed. :You've grown since you came here. You're a bit young for an envoy, but as old as some ruling nobles I've seen, even as old as some reigning monarchs. I've even heard of Sons of the Sun no older than you.:

Karal tugged his tunic straight. 'I'll have to do,' he replied. 'There isn't anyone else for the moment.'

'You'll do very well.' Once again, Firesong had appeared out of nowhere. He eyed Karal carefully and nodded with satisfaction. 'No longer the retiring little secretary. Very good. Let's go down, the others are waiting.'

:You'll be fine,: Altra murmured.

Well, he would, if appearance was all that counted. He only hoped he could be so confident of his abilities.

The subject, inevitably, was the attempt to uncover a presumed agent of the Empire.

'I've checked and rechecked the servants under Truth Spell,' Elspeth told them all as Firesong and Karal took their places in the circle. Beside her, Darkwind nursed a bandaged shoulder, and the male gryphon had a stitched- up cut in his right wing. 'They're all exactly what they seem to be, so it can't be one of the regular servants.'

'It could be one of us, you know,' Karal put in reluctantly.

Prince Daren grimaced. 'That had not escaped me. It could also be any of the other ambassadors and envoys, including those of long standing. Whoever this agent is, it is likeliest that he has been among us for a very long time, and he could be one of a number of foreigners we trust. It is a bit difficult to persuade them to be examined under Truth Spell.'

'Difficult?' Firesong put on his best sardonic look. 'Only if you are not willing to risk an incident.'

'Selenay is not,' Daren replied flatly. 'We have enough of an incident on our hands already, although mage- messages have come from Solaris this morning saying that she is aware of what happened and that it changes nothing.'

Only that Ulrich is gone... and I promised to take care of him. Karal tucked his head down so that his grief would not show until he got his face back under control again. Altra must have gone to her with the news, before he fell apart. No wonder he looked so depleted.

'That leaves—what? Something like a hundred possible suspects?' Kerowyn hazarded. 'And a good chance that whoever this is will do something again.'

Karal frowned. Perhaps associating with the engineers had put an edge on his reasoning ability, but he was certain he could narrow the field down more than that. 'Wait a moment. It can't be that many. It has to be someone who is high enough in rank that no one would question seeing him anywhere in the Palace, but low enough in rank—or apparently ineffectual enough—that no one would ever notice him. It also has to be someone who would have a reason to be in and out of people's rooms at least once this year. If this is an agent of long standing, then surely the Empire is using him to gather information—so it has to be someone who has a reason to receive and send packages at intervals of more than once a year. He couldn't have sent his information by magic-messengers before this year, remember? You had a guard against magic until then.' Once again, his own intellect had seduced him into concentrating on something besides grief. 'That virtually eliminates all of the Palace servants.'