«True,» he said, «and I'm thinking of retiring here. It agrees with me.»
We seated ourselves.
«Did you order yet?» I asked him.
«Yes, but I see a waiter on the stair now,» he said. «Let me catch him for you.»
Which he did, and ordered for me too.
«Your Thari's much better,» I said afterward.
«Lots of practice,» he replied.
«What've you been doing?»
«I've sailed with Gerard. I've been to Deiga, and to one of Julian's camps in Arden. Visited Rebma, too. Fascinating place. I've been taking fencing lessons. And Droppa's been showing me around town.»
«All the bars, most likely.»
«Well, that's not all. In fact, that's why I'm here. He owns a half interest in the Pit, and I had to promise him I'd eat here a lot. A good place, though. When did you get back?»
«Just now,» I said, «and I've another long story for you.»
«Good. Your stories tend to be bizarre and convoluted,» he said. «Just the thing for a cool autumn's eve. Let's hear it.»
I talked throughout dinner and for a long while afterward. The day's end chill began making it uncomfortable then, so we headed for the palace. I finally wound up my narrative over hot cider in front of the fireplace in one of the smaller rooms in the eastern wing.
Bill shook his head. «You do manage to stay busy,» he finally said. «I have just one question.»
«What?»
«Why didn't you bring Luke in?»
«I already told you.»
«It wasn't much of a reason. For some nebulous piece of information he says is important to Amber? And you've got to catch him to get it?»
«It's not like that at all.»
«He's a salesman, Merle, and he sold you a line of shit. That's what I think.»
«You're wrong, Bill. I know him.»
«For a long time,» he agreed. «But how well? We've been all through this before. What you don't know about Luke far outweighs what you do know.»
«He could have gone elsewhere, but he came to me.»
«You're part of his plan, Merle. He intends to get at Amber through you.»
«I don't think so,» I said. «It's not his style.»
«I think he'll use anything that comes to hand - or anyone.» I shrugged.
«I believe him. You don't. That's all.»
«I guess so,» he said. «What are you going to do now, wait and see what happens?»
«I've a plan,» I said. «Just because I believe him doesn't mean I won't take out insurance. But I've a question for you.»
«Yes?»
«If I brought him back here and Random decided the facts weren't clear enough and he wanted a hearing, would you represent Luke?»
His eyes widened, and then he smiled. «What kind of hearing?» he asked. «I don't know how such things are conducted here.»
«As a grandson of Oberon,» I explained, «he'd come under House Law. Random is head of the House now. It would be up to him whether to forget about a thing, render a summary judgment or call a hearing. As I understand it, such a hearing could be as formal or informal as Random wanted. There are books on the subject in the library. But a person has always had the right to be represented at one if he wanted.»
«Of course I'd take the case,» Bill said. «It doesn't sound like a legal experience that comes along too often.
«But it might look like a conflict of interest,» he added, «since I have done work for the Crown.»
I finished my cider and put the glass on the mantelpiece. I yawned. «I have to go now, Bill.»
He nodded; then, «This is all just hypothetical, isn't it?» he asked.
«Of course,» I said. «It might turn out to be my hearing. G'night.» He studied me.
«Uh-this insurance you were talking about,» he said. «It probably involves something risky, doesn't it?»
I smiled.
«Nothing anyone could help you with, I suppose?»
«Nope.»
«Well, good luck.»
«Thanks.»
«See you tomorrow?»
«Later in the day, maybe…»
I went to my room and sacked out. I had to get some rest before I went about the business I had in mind. I don't recall any dreams, pro or con, on the matter.
It was still dark when I woke. Good to know that my mental alarm was working.
It would have been very pleasant to turn over and go back to sleep, but I couldn't allow myself the luxury. The day that lay ahead was to be an exercise in timing. Accordingly, I got up, cleaned up and dressed myself in fresh clothes.
I headed for the kitchen then, where I made myself some tea and toast and scrambled a few eggs with chilis and onions and a bit of pepper. I turned up some melka fruit from the Shelters, too - something I hadn't had in a long while.
Afterward, I went out through the rear and made my way into the garden. Dark it was, moonless and damp, with a few wisps of mist exploring invisible paths. I followed a path to the northwest. The world was a very quiet place. I let my thoughts get that way, too. It was to be a onething-at-a-time day, and I wanted to start it off with that habit of mind in place.
I walked until I ran out of garden, passing through a break in a hedge and continuing along the rough trail my path had become. It mounted slowly for the first few minutes, took an abrupt turn and grew immediately steeper. I paused at one jutting point and looked back, from where I was afforded a view of the dark outline of the palace, a few lighted windows within it. Some scatters of cirrus high above looked like raked starlight in the celestial garden over which Amber brooded. I turned away moments later. There was still a good distance to travel.
When I reached the crest I was able to discern a faint line of lightening to the east, beyond the forest I had traversed so recently. I hurried past the three massive steps of song and story and began my descent to the north. Slow at first, the way I followed steepened abruptly after a time and led off to the northeast, then into a gentler decline. When it swung back to the northwest there was another steep area followed by another easy one, and I knew the going would be fine after that. The high shoulder of Kolvir at my back blocked all traces of the pre-dawn light I had witnessed earlier, and star-hung night lay before me and above, rubbing outlines to ambiguity on all but the nearest boulders. Still, I knew approximately where I was going, having been this way once before, though I'd only halted briefly at that time.
It was about two miles past the crest, and I slowed as I neared the area, searching. It was a large, somewhat horseshoe-shaped declivity, and when I finally located it I entered slowly, a peculiar feeling rising within me. I had not consciously anticipated all my reactions in this matter; but at some level I must have, I was certain.
As I moved into it, canyonlike walls of stone rising at either hand, I came upon the trail and followed it. It led me slightly downhill, toward a shadowy pair of trees, and then between them to where a low stone building stood, various shrubs and grasses grown wild about it. I understand that the soil was actually transported there to support the foliage, but afterward it was forgotten and neglected.
I seated myself on one of the stone benches in front of the building and waited for the sky to lighten. This was my father's tomb - well, cenotaph - built long ago when he had been presumed dead. It had amused him
