«Now, that's hard to say. As I said before, a person can always step out.»
«You mean you're not sure exactly where she is?» I nodded.
«I'm not certain where she is at this moment,» I said. «She could well be back in her room changing her clothes.»
«I'll check after dinner,» she said, «if she hasn't shown up by then. If that should be the case, will you help me find her?»
«I was planning on looking for her anyway,» I answered, «if she doesn't put in an appearance soon.»
She nodded and continued eating. Very awkward.
Beyond the fact that I didn't want to distress her, I couldn't very well tell her what had happened without its becoming apparent that her sister was indeed an illegitimate daughter of Oberon. At a time such as this, when I had been cautioned about saying anything that might strain relations between Amber and Begma, I was not about to confirm to the daughter of the Begman prime minister the rumor that her mother had had an affair with the late king of Amber. Maybe it was an open secret back in Begma and nobody gave a damn. But maybe it wasn't. I didn't want to disturb Random for advice, partly because he might be extremely occupied in Kashfa just now; but mainly because he might also start asking me about my own immediate plans and problems, and I would not lie to him. That could get me into too much trouble. Such a conversation might well also result in his forbidding my attack on the Keep. The only other person I could tell about Coral and get some sort of official response from, as to how far I might go in informing her family, was Vialle. Unfortunately, Vialle was completely occupied as hostess at the moment.
I sighed and returned to my dinner.
Bill caught my attention and leaned a little in my direction. I leaned a little, too.
«Yes?» I said.
«There were some things I wanted to tell you,» he began. «I was hoping for some leisure, some quiet, and some privacy, though.»
I chuckled.
«Exactly,» he continued. «I believe this is the best we're going to get for a time. Fortunately, voices don't seem to be carrying if one keeps them down. I couldn't make out what you and Nayda were talking about. So it's probably okay, so long as the musicians keep playing.»
I nodded, took a few more bites.
«Thing is, the Begmans shouldn't hear about it, on the one hand. But on the other, I feel that perhaps you ought to know, because of your involvement with Luke and Jasra. So what's your schedule? I'd rather tell you later, but if you're going to be tied up, I can give you the gist of it now.»
I glanced at Nayda and Cade. They seemed totally occupied with their food, and I didn't think they could overhear us. Unfortunately, I didn't have any sort of sheltering spells hung.
«Go ahead,» I whispered from behind my wine glass.
«First,» he said, «Random sent me a whole slew of papers to go over. They're the draft of an agreement whereby Amber will grant Kashfa privileged trade status, the same as Begma. So they'll definitely be coming into the Golden Circle.»
«I see,» I said. «That doesn't come as a complete surprise. But it's good to know for sure what's going on.»
He nodded.
«There's a lot more to it, though,» he said.
Just then the musicians stopped playing and I could hear voices from all around the table again. I glanced off to the right and saw that a steward had just taken the players a food tray and some wine. They were setting their instruments aside and taking a break. They had probably been playing for some time before I'd arrived and were doubtless due a rest.
Bill chuckled. «Later,» he said.
«Right.» There followed a funny little fruit dish with an amazing sauce. As I spooned it away, Nayda caught my attention with a gesture and I leaned toward her again.
«So what about tonight?» she whispered.
«What do you mean? I said I'd look for her if she doesn't show up.»
She shook her head. «I wasn't referring to that,» she said. «I meant later. Will you have time to stop by and talk?»
«About what?»
«According to your file you've been in a bit of trouble recently, with someone trying to get you.»
I began wondering about that damned file. But, «It's out of date,» I said. «Whatever's in there has already been cleared up.»
«Really? Then nobody's after you just now?»
«I wouldn't say that,» I replied. «The cast of characters keeps changing.»
«So somebody still has you marked?»
I studied her face.
«You're a nice lady, Nayda,» I said, «but I've got to ask, What is it to you? Everybody has problems. I just have more than usual at the moment. I'll work them out.»
«Or die trying?»
«Maybe. I hope not. But what's your interest?»
She glanced at Cade, who seemed busy with his food,. «It is possible that I could help you.»
«In what fashion?»
She smiled.
«A process of elimination,» she stated.
«Oh? That refers to a person or persons?»
«Indeed.»
«You have some special means of going about this sort of business?»
She continued to smile.
«Yes, it's good for removing problems caused by people,» she continued. «All I'll need are their names and locations.»
«Some sort of secret weapon?»
She glanced at Cade again, since I had raised my voice a bit.
«You might call it that,» she answered.
«An interesting proposal,» I said. «But you still haven't answered my first question.»
«Refresh my memory.»
We were interrupted by the wine steward, who came around topping off goblets, and then by another toast. The first had been to Vialle, led by Llewella. This one was proposed by Orkuz, to «the ancient alliance between Amber and Begma.» I drank to that, and I heard Bill mutter; «It's going to get a bit mire strained.»
«The alliance?» I said…
«Yep.»
I glanced at Nayda, who was staring at me, clearly expecting a resumption of our sotto voces. Bill noted this, too, and turned away. Just then Cade began talking to Nayda, however, so I finished what was on my plate and took a sip of wine while I waited. In a little while the plate was whisked away, to be replaced shortly by another.
I glanced at Bill who glanced at Nayda and Cade, then said, «Wait for the music.»
I nodded. In a sudden moment of silence I overheard Dretha say, «Is it true that King Oberon's ghost is sometimes seen?» Gerard grunted something that sounded like an affirmative just as they were drowned out again. My mind being a lot fuller than my stomach, I kept eating. Cade, trying to be diplomatic or just conversational, turned my way a little later, addressed me and asked my views on the Eregnor situation. He jerked suddenly then and looked at Nayda. I'd a strong feeling she'd just kicked him under the table, which was fine with me because I didn't know what the hell the Eregnor situation was. I mutterred something about there being things to be said for both sides of most matters, which seemed diplomatic enough for anything. If it were something barbed, I supposed I could have countered with an innocent-sounding observation about the Begman party's early arrival, but Eregnor might actually be some tedious conversation piece that Nayda didn't want to get into because it would cut off our
