'Is anything wrong?' asked Feiqa.
'Boabissia has already entered?' I asked.
'I think so,' said Feiqa.
I drew on the call rope. We heard the bell jangle within. In a moment an attendant, a young man, had come to the gate. 'And this was found about your throat as a baby, in the wreckage of a caravan, by Alars?' he asked. He stood close to her. He looked at it in the light, holding it between his fingers. It was still on its thong about her neck. 'Yes,' said Boabissia.
'It was on your neck?' he asked.
'Yes,' said Boabissia. 'And I have continued to wear it.'
'I see,' he said. 'May I remove it?'
'Of course,' she said. He delicately undid the thong. Boabissia smiled at Hurtha and myself. She had been there when we had been ushered into his presence. Feiqa has been put on a neck chain, just inside the gate. It was fastened to a ring, one of several there, fastened in the wall. It was sunny there. She must kneel. She must keep her head down. I gathered they did no pamper slaves in this house. We would pick her up on the way out. The fellow had greeted us pleasantly. It was almost as though he had expected us, or someone, to come. He had not, as I recalled, seemed surprised to see us. Similarly we had encountered no difficulty in being admitted into his presence, in spite of the fact that he was presumably an important man. It was a large, officelike room. There was a broad desk. There were many papers about. He was a distinguished looking fellow. I had never seen him before.
He was examining the disk in his hand.
'I think,' said Boabissia, 'that it may afford a clue to my identity.' 'Perhaps,' said the fellow.
'But surely it does,' she protested.
'How could I know that you did not merely find this, or buy it, or steal it?' he asked.
'I assure you, I did not,' said Boabissia. 'It is mine. It was on me as an infant. I have always worn it.'
He regarded it.
'Is it not the same as the sign on your house?' asked Boabissia.
'It is quite similar,' he admitted.
'But not identical,' I said. Boabissia cast me an angry look.
The fellow looked at me, and smiled. 'It is, however,' he said, 'what the sign was, some years ago, before its style was slightly changed.'
'But that is right!' exclaimed Boabissia. 'It was on me from years ago!' 'Precisely,' he smiled.
'I would not have known that,' she said. 'Had I made a counterfeit, I would have done it, not knowing any better, in your modern fashion, and then you would have been able to detect, from the time involved, that the disk was a forgery, that it was fraudulent.
'True,' he said.
'You see!' said Boabissia to me, triumphantly.
'Yes,' I said.
'He is jealous,' said Boabissia to the fellow. 'He is almost beside himself with envy. He only wants to see me denied my fortune, deprived of my rightful deserts.'
'Your fortune?' asked the fellow. 'Your rightful deserts?'
'Yes, my rightful deserts, my rightful dues,' said Boabissia. 'I am determined to receive them.'
'I understand,' he said. 'I shall examine the records. If all tallies, as I suspect it will, have no fear, you will receive, as you have put it, your rightful deserts, your rightful dues.'
'All I want,' said Boabissia, 'is exactly what I deserve.'
'I shall check my records,' he said. 'If it is within my power, I will try to see that you do indeed receive exactly what you deserve, precisely what you deserve.'
'Thank you,' she said, and cast an angry look at me.
'What is it, incidentally,' he asked, 'that you think you deserve?' 'Do you not recognize me?' she asked.
'I do not understand,' he said.
'I may be your long-lost daughter,' she said.
'To the best of my knowledge,' he said. 'I do not have any daughters, long-lost or otherwise. I do have some sons.'
'Look at me,' she said.
'Yes?' he said.
'Is there no general family resemblance?' she asked. I, for one, surely did not note any. To be sure, members of the same family sometimes differ considerably from one another in their appearance.
'I do not understand,' he said.
'You are perhaps my uncle,' she said, 'if you are not my father.'
'Oh I see,' he said.
'Might I not be your niece, or a cousin?'
'An interesting idea,' he said.
'Look at me,' she said. 'Look closely. What do you think?'
'You are curvy,' he said.
'Curvy?' she asked.
'I think I see now,' he said, 'what you have come here for.'
'I am seeking my identity,' she said.
'And perhaps a little more?' he speculated.
'Only what are my dues,' she said, defensively.
'You consider yourself perhaps the heiress to riches?' he inquired.
'Perhaps,' she said. 'The caravan was a large one. Doubtless my presence there, as a mere infant, suggests great affluence on the part of my people. They might even have been the masters of the caravan. Surely you yourself are wealthy. This is a fine house, with luxurious appointments, with space and splendid grounds. Surely the sign on the disk is meaningful to you. You seem to have admitted as much.'
'I see,' he said.
'Surely in the fullness of your honor, as I conceive of you as a gentleman,' she said, 'you would not wish to deny to me what I have coming.' I thought that was a rather nasty thrust on the part of Boabissia. It is seldom wise, incidentally, to impugn, or attempt to manipulate, the honor of a Gorean.
'No,' he said, pleasantly enough, apparently taking no offense, 'I would be one of the last to deny you exactly what you have coming.'
'Good,' she said, rather haughtily, putting her head in the air. Boabissia could occasionally get on one's nerves in this fashion. 'I believe that I am a wealthy man,' said the fellow. 'Too, I think it is fair to say that I have some standing in this city, and some power.'
'That would be my impression,' said Boabissia.
'You think there is some relationship between us?' he said.
'Yes,' said Boabissia. 'The disk, as you have as much as admitted, makes that clear. I invite you to consult your records.'
'I gather you think you may be of my line, or of some pertinent collateral line,' he said.
'Yes,' she said. 'I think that is altogether possible.'
'If you are truly of my line, or even of some closely related collateral line,' he said, 'you would doubtless become overnight one of the most famous, one of the wealthiest and most powerful women in Ar.'
'Perhaps,' said Boabissia. She drew herself up proudly.
'I think that perhaps, as you seem to believe,' he said, 'there may be some relationship between us.'
'The disk proves it,' she said.
'I think you are right,' he said.
'Consult your records,' she said.
'Do you truly wish me to do so?' he asked.
'Yes,' said Boabissia. 'Indeed, I demand it.'
'Very well,' he said. 'It will only take a moment.' He reached for a small bell on his desk.
'Let us go, Boabissia,' I suggested. 'We could return tomorrow.'
