'As a healer, yes.' She drew in her breath and met his eyes. 'Herbs, unguents, lotions, philtres, tablets, pills; all harmless and most useless but the advice was something else. As was the treatment I gave at times. I had the knack for it. I could look at a client and tell if all was well. Sometimes I could be precise as to what was wrong and even take steps to cure it. Certainly I could warn against it. Do you believe that coming events can cast their shadow before them?'
'Fortune telling?'
'A man has a tumor growing in his brain. The signs are there for those with the skill to see. To state that, shortly, he will go mad and die is not to guess at the future but to know it. To be certain of it. The coming event has cast its shadow. You see?'
Dumarest nodded. 'Do you still sell pills?'
'Not exactly but I do prescribe them when necessary.' Her eyes held the dancing glints of amusement. 'We should have been introduced, Earl. I am Pia Toyanna, Doctor of Medicine, Doctor of Psychology, of Radionic Healing and Psionic Manipulation.' She added, casually, 'I'm also a surgeon.'
One who had made Dumarest foolish. He admitted it and she shook her head, smiling.
'No, Earl, you made a wrong conclusion but it wasn't so far out. Now, may I take your hand?' She held it clasped in her own, not looking at him, her eyes half-closed as if she strained to see things beyond the normal range of vision. Then, sighing, she released his hand. 'Strong,' she said. 'In you there is an incredible determination to survive. I guessed as much when I learned you were coming and-'
'You knew I was coming here?'
'Yes.' She recoiled a little from the savage intensity of his stare. 'Yes, I did, a day or two ago.'
'How?'
'I was told. Tama told me. It was after visitors had come and they had talked and he told me the news. About you coming and the deaths of the Karroum. They were full of it.' Her eyes widened a little as she looked into his own. 'Did you have anything to do with it, Earl? Is that why you chose to walk from the other side of the mountain?'
'Did Chenault tell you that too?'
'Of course. Me and others-we've been expecting you. But did you have anything to do with the deaths of the Karroum?'
He said, tightly, 'Why ask? If you know so much you know the answer to that too. Anyway, what does it matter?'
'It matters.' She was bleak. 'The rule of the Karroum falls to Mirza Annette. A bitch, Earl. One who believes in revenge.'
Chapter Three
In her was steel, granite, the biting chill of winter ice. Things Vaclav recognized as she was ushered into his office to stand glowering before his desk. A tall, broad-shouldered woman in her late middle age, her graying hair cut short to frame a harsh, uncompromising face. Her eyes, palely blue, were sunken beneath thick brows. Her nose was a jutting promontory dominating a thin-lipped mouth. Her hands, her chin, the column of her throat belied the femininity of breasts, hips and buttocks.
Without preamble she snapped, 'You know who I am?'
'Of course.' Vaclav gestured to a chair and waited until she had settled herself. 'It is an honor to meet the Lady Mirza Annette Karroum.'
'You know why I'm here?'
'To inquire about the unfortunate incident which took place at the Crystal Falls. I assure you that, as Chief Guardian of Lychen, I made the most thorough investigation. Would you care for some refreshment? Tisane? Coffee? Wine?'
'Coffee.'
'With brandy?' He reached for the intercom as she shook her head and gave the order. 'While we are waiting, my lady, allow me to offer my condolences on the recent loss your House has suffered. The seventh lord was too young to die.'
'When is too young?' Impatient anger edged her voice. 'Hedren Anao Nossak was a fool. It would have been better for all had he died at birth. As it was he lived long enough to display his weakness, and his death has caused me serious inconvenience. Alone that was nothing but his uncle died with him and I have been forced to take on the leadership of the House of Karroum. As such I have a duty. None may harm a Karroum and escape the penalty.'
'I understand, my lady.'
'Do you?' Her tone held contempt. 'I doubt it. Honor is instilled with the mother's milk, not adopted in later years to be worn as a garment. One too easily set aside for the sake of compromise or expediency. I'm sick of hearing such words. The path of honor is clear-cut, direct, inarguable. A life for a life! A hurt for a hurt! The creed of the Karroum and, by God, while I rule we'll abide by it!'
A fanatic and a dangerous one. Vaclav wondered what she had been doing in her years away from Lychen. Farming somewhere on a hostile world, he guessed, in the Burdinnion such were plentiful. Now, looking at her, sensing the stubborn pride radiating from her, he wished she had stayed away.
'My lady, you must understand that I can only work within the framework of the law.'
'I want facts, Vaclav. Not excuses.'
'Yes, my lady.'
The coffee arrived and she drank it while he gave her what she wanted. He was patient. Old as she might be and intransigent as she undoubtedly was yet she had the power to break him and they both knew it.
She said, as he ended, 'So Angado Nossak returned to this world with a man he'd met on his travels. One we know to be Earl Dumarest. He shared Angado's apartment at the falls. Some time later Angado was found dead in the main salon, his uncle Perotto with him, also dead, the room empty but for an injured cyber. And Dumarest?' China clashed as she set down the cup and saucer. 'Gone. Running from the scene of the crime in a stolen raft. Is he guilty?'
'Of what, my lady?'
'The murders, what else?'
Vaclav said, 'Angado was killed by a dart from the ring-gun his uncle was wearing. The same weapon caused Perotto's death. Cyber Avro was not injured but incapacitated by illness. The only other man in the apartment, a guard knocked out by Dumarest, was not present when the incident took place.'
'But Dumarest was. Together with a woman.'
'Wynne Tewson. The guard recognized her. Dumarest used her raft.'
'To escape.' Mirza was curt. 'From whom and for why? Innocent men do not run. He must have killed in that room. He certainly killed those in the other raft which followed him.'
'An accident. I have depositions. Three eyewitness accounts. The rafts were close and must have collided over the falls. Dumarest managed to reach safety by the use of auxiliary burners. He was fortunate.'
'You think so?'
'My lady?' Vaclav sensed he was on dangerous ground. Mildly he said, 'He could have followed the others into the falls. His raft could have veered, spun, tilted, anything. He was lucky it didn't.'
'Is that why you haven't arrested him? I can't understand why he wasn't held for questioning. It seems to me that you have failed in your duty. To have ignored such an elementary precaution smacks of the most arrant stupidity.'
Vaclav looked down at his hands and fought to remain calm. A victory gained at cost-later he would pay for resisting the impulse to tell the bitch what he thought of her and her arrogant manner.
'My lady, you asked for the facts and have been given them. If you find them not to your liking I am not to blame. I am concerned with guilt, not revenge. With proof, not assumptions. As things stand there is no evidence against Dumarest.'
'But-'
'The incident over the falls was an accident, as three witnesses are willing to swear. There is no case to answer. The raft he used could have been stolen, true, but as the owner is dead there can be no complaint. The
