The Wizard of Karres

that the Leewit thunked down on the table in front of him drove the question right out of his head. 'Lookee here, Captain!' she crowed. 'Tips!'

'We aren't the first to get them—the dancers are starting to get a lot,' Goth added, judiciously. 'But a couple of the miners got all sentimental about our sibling-rivalry business. I guess sentimental will work, if you don't have a pair of big—'

'Fewmets!' exclaimed Hantis, plopping herself down in her usual place at the table. 'And here I thought I was going to be the one to surprise you!' She added a couple of knots of her own to the small pile. 'The buzz is that the merchants are doing all right, and that those benighted fishing poles and cloaks are about half gone already. What passes for fish around here concentrates metal in its skeleton! It's only copper, iron, and some sulfur, but it's pretty, like peacock ore. Some of the engineers are trying to figure out how to clean the meat from the bones and use the things for jewelry. No point in trying to peddle it here, but maybe our next stop.'

'The Big Top was full, and everybody seemed to be enjoying the show a lot,' said Goth. 'Makes me wonder what these miners are going to think about the play.'

Pausert had been wondering that, too. Were their tastes as sophisticated and eclectic as Mannicholo seemed to think? Or would the Old Yarthe plays be beyond them?

But as he opened his mouth to ponder the question aloud, Hulik appeared—

And her agitation caught the attention of everyone around their table.

Pausert couldn't recall ever having seen her look this way—it wasn't 'upset,' exactly, but it was disturbed, and excited, and—unsettled.

Enough so that everyone stared at her, until Hantis broke the little pool of silence at their table by asking the obvious.

'Hulik!' she said, urgently. 'What's happened?'

'It's the Daal!' she whispered. 'Sedmon! He's here!'

* * *

'Are you sure?' was all Pausert could think of to say, and he knew it was a stupid thing the moment the words were out of his mouth. Hulik gave him a withering glance.

'Of course, I'm sure, Captain!' she said. 'I talked to him!'

'You what?' That came out of several mouths simultaneously, and Hulik waved at them frantically to keep them from all talking at once.

'It's all right, he's not chasing us, not exactly, but—oh, let me begin at the beginning!' She paused, took a deep breath, and settled herself. 'I had no idea he was here until I got a message asking if I would meet with him, just before lunch. I wouldn't have believed it was Sedmon except that the message came with certain recognition signs.'

Pausert nodded; that was only the smart thing to do.

'And I agreed to meet him at one of the public food stalls, anyway.' She was regaining her composure, and now, in contrast, Pausert realized just how flustered she had looked. 'We didn't have a lot of time to talk, but we both agreed that the meeting was more for the purpose of identifying ourselves. He says he has a lot of information for us, and a lot of warnings. I told him we'd already figured that virtually everyone in known space is after us again, and that our safe-conducts were worth exactly nothing right now. And we agreed to meet again after the play tonight, at the Venture.'

'You think there's any chance he's setting us up?' asked Goth.

'No!' Hulik replied, indignantly. Then, as if trying to cover her vehemence, said, more calmly, 'No. Firstly, he doesn't really have anything to gain by turning us over to anyone who's after us. What could they offer the Daal? He already rules an entire system!'

'That's a point,' Goth acknowledged.

'And secondly, I've never known Sedmon to be in the least inclined to do anything to aggravate the witches of Karres, and I can't see that starting now. You all must admit that interfering with us and what we're doing would seriously aggravate Karres—' Hulik raised an eyebrow, and the Leewit laughed.

'Have to admit you're right there, too,' Goth agreed. 'But it must be something pretty pressing for the Daal of Uldune to have come after us personally!'

Hulik didn't say anything, but Pausert thought she seemed to be a little flushed. And she was staring off into the distance as if her eyes weren't focused.

A sudden, wild surmise came to him. Goth started pounding him on the back, with a look of concern.

'Are you okay, Captain?' she asked.

'Clumping stupid!' scoffed the Leewit. 'Choking to death on this goop! Hadn't got a bone in it!'

 

CHAPTER 22

Sir Richard had debated long and hard about which of the new plays to present first. Romeo and Juliet had a strong story, of course, and was full of both action and pathos. The Scottish Play—odd, how even Pausert now could hardly bring himself to even think of it by its proper title—had plenty of fighting too, not to mention the added attraction of the magic and all those murders. Twelfth Night, on the other hand, though a 'comedy,' wasn't really all that funny. Of the four, it was probably the one least likely for a new audience to appreciate, which was why Cravan had added it into the repertoire last. A Midsummer Night's Dream was a lot funnier, even if you didn't altogether understand the language, and there was that ladies' mud-wrestling scene . . .

In the end, that was what had decided Cravan. Of all of the plays, A Midsummer Night's Dream was probably the most accessible. And with the mining population heavily weighted in favor of men, the mud-wrestling, much though he abhorred it himself, was probably going to please even the densest of them.

The miners proved just as pleasantly intelligent and appreciative as had been suggested. They laughed at most of the right places, oooh'd and ah'd at the fairy-lights provided by the Leewit and Goth; and, yes, were very enthusiastic about the mud-wrestling scene. Enough so that when the curtain came down and the cast came out for final bows, there was a pleasant pattering of those little knots of gold-dust on the stage at Hulik's feet and those of her co-star.

Dame Ethulassia got a share of them, too, interestingly enough. Pausert had to admit that she was a regal figure in the Elven Queen's elaborate costume, and if she was more than a few years Hulik's senior, the exaggerated makeup that went with the costume went a fair way to hiding that. Mostly, though, Pausert suspected that it was The Incredible Bosom which did the trick.

Even Hantis got a knot or two. Under other circumstances, Pausert would have been the first to suggest staying to find out just how much had been collected. Not tonight, though. Hulik managed to put on a veneer of graceful modesty when Cravan asked if she wanted to stay on with the company accountant and shook her head. 'If I can't trust you and Himbo Petey to deal fairly with us all, I doubt my being there in person would make much difference. Besides, it's been a very long day, and there are going to be a lot more of them ahead of us! I'd rather stare at the inside of my eyelids than an accounting page.'

'And speaking of accounting,' Pausert said in a low voice, as they all hurried towards the Venture, 'I for one would like to find out just why our bank account was frozen. If it hadn't been for that, we might be at our destination right now!'

'I'm sure he'll have a good explanation,' Hulik said, though she sounded uncertain.

'I clumping well hope so,' the Leewit said ominously. 'Or it just might be Sedmon of the Five Lives pretty soon.'

The Daal of Uldune chose that moment to step out from the Venture's airlock—just in time to hear that pint- sized bloodcurdling threat. He smiled serenely. 'Please, Little Wisdom, have mercy. That ploy was never meant to do more than create a day or two's delay, in order that we could catch up with you. You were all in grave danger, and heading into still more.'

From her scowl, the Leewit was not much mollified. Neither was Pausert. 'Well, by the time the trouble your 'delaying tactic' caused us was over,' he said with some heat, 'we'd been shot at, thrown into prison, kidnapped,