Fowler's hands, even when he shook it to clank the heavy load of coins inside.
Ruha laid a restraining hand on the captain's arm.
'That is enough, Fowal'sid.'
The half-ore scowled, but held the coffer steady, and Wei Dao stopped short of turning to leave.
'We have come to sell as well as buy, Princess,' Ruha said. 'And you will be more interested in our wares than your husband.'
Out of the corner other eye, Ruha caught Fowler frowning at her unexpected improvisation. She ignored him and lowered a hand to the pocket other aba, asking, 'If I may, Princess?'
Wei Dao nodded, but Fowler, who had seen her draw spell components from those same pockets, cleared his throat.
'Maybe now's not the time-'
Ruha whirled sharply on the burly half-ore. 'Did I not tell you to be silent, Fowal'sid?'
Fowler's leathery lip trembled with the impulse to curl into a snarl, but the half-ore forced himself to lower his gaze and nod respectfully. 'You did, Lady.'
When the witch looked back to their hostess, she noticed a glimmer of respect in Wei Dao's otherwise inex- pressive face. Deciding that she had read the princess's character correctly, Ruha reached into a pocket and with- drew two milky tears of hardened tree resin.
'Have you heard of frankincense or myrrh?'
Wei Dao examined the droplets closely. 'Are they gems?'
'In a manner of speaking, for they are more valuable than gold. If you can have someone fetch a brazier and afill it with coals, I will show you.'
'Magic is forbidden in my presence.'
'This is not magic.' Ruha found it interesting that the jshou considered sorcery a greater threat to the safety of Etheir nobility than they did blades. 'The drops will pro- duce a pleasant smoke, nothing more.'
Wei Dao nodded to two men, who promptly left through a door in the rear of the chamber. Fowler continued to stare at the white tears so tensely that Ruha feared he would alarm Wei Dao. The witch stepped closer to her hostess, until their shoulders were almost touching.
'While we await the brazier, I will tell you more about these wondrous tears.' Ruha raised her hand, displaying the milky drops before Wei Dao's eyes. 'They are resins, scraped from beneath the bark of certain trees that grow only on the eastern side of the highest mountains in Anauroch.'
'The great desert?' Wei Dao asked.
'Yes. There, we use frankincense and myrrh to scent the air around stagnant oases. The tears can also be pressed to create perfumes, or mixed with almond oil to create restorative tonics and soothing lotions, or stirred into elixirs to ease the pains of childbirth.' Ruha paused to see if this elicited any interest from the princess.
When it did not, she continued, 'They are also good for soothing stinging eyes, earaches-even as a remedy to the bites of certain venomous insects, and as an antidote to some kinds of poison.'
Again, Ruha watched closely to see if the last item of her description drew any special notice from the princess.
But if Wei Dao had any interest in poisons, it remained concealed with the rest of her thoughts.
'Is there anything frankincense and myrrh cannot do?' Wei Dao's voice was somewhat incredulous.
'Perhaps there are other uses, but I have described all I can demonstrate.'
The two men returned with a small brazier already filled with hot coals. Ruha crushed one of the tears between her palms, then sprinkled the crumbs onto the embers. An aromatic smoke rose from the pan, filling the entire chamber with such a sweet, fresh smell that the Shou finally allowed their stoic masks to slip. They began to smile openly and crowd closer to the source, taking such deep breaths that some of them actually snorted.
Even the stem-faced guards could not keep their nostrils from flaring.
Wei Dao studied her entourage's reaction in bemused meditation. 'This is not magic?'
'I am no spellcaster,' Ruha lied. She pressed the other tear into the princess's hand and motioned toward the brazier. 'It will smell just as sweet if you sprinkle the crumbs. Tomorrow, I will demonstrate its use in the mak- ing of perfumes and poultices.'
Wei Dao did not step toward the brazier. 'Not necessary. We buy all you have.'
'What about the price?' Fowler gasped. 'Aren't you even going to ask?'
Wei Dao glanced at the brazier, where her entourage stood sniffing the sweet-smelling smoke. 'You already tell me it is more valuable than gold. I believe you.'
Fowler shook his head in amazement, then looked back to Ruha. 'Well, Lady Ruha, how much do we have?'
It took Ruha a moment to realize what he was asking, for she had not expected her plan to succeed quite so well. 'I'm afraid we have very little at the moment.' The witch had only three more tears in her pocket. 'You see, our ship was sunk by a dragon-'
'By dragon?'
Wei Dao's exclamation caught Ruha as much by sur- prise as had the offer to buy all her frankincense. 'It was a very large dragon,' the witch explained, keeping a watchful eye on the princess's expression. 'A black one. Do you know it?'
Wei Dao's face became as unreadable as ever. 'I do not know this dragon. But it is difficult for Shou to hear of dragons doing evil things.'
'Yes, I have heard your emperor is a green dragon.'
'Jade.' Wei Dao bowed, suggesting that the audience was at an end. 'Please return to Ginger Palace with more frankincense and myrrh.'
Ruha did not return the bow. 'You may be certain we will-but first, we are interested in purchasing some wares to take with us.'
The witch fingered the silk veil that Hsieh had given to her. 'As you can see, the love of Shou silk reaches even into the depths ofAnauroch.'
'Of course. You discuss with Prince Tang.' Wei Dao bowed again. 'Come back tomorrow, and new chamber- lain sees you are among first to see my husband.'
'I am sorry, but that is not possible.' Ruha had to fight to keep the panic out of her voice. 'We must leave for Ilipur tomorrow to buy a new ship.'
'Then come very early in morning. Chamberlain give you first appointment.' Wei Dao turned to leave, this time without bowing.
Ruha threw open the coffer in Fowler's hands. 'Before you go, Princess, Abazm said you would want to see the color of our gold.'
Wei Dao spun around, affronted. 'Show me money? What for?'
Fowler tipped the box so she could look inside, and the princess's expression changed instantly-first to one of puzzlement, then interest.
'Yes, of course. Abazm always tells us we must inspect coins.' She glided over to the box and started to reach inside, then remembered herself and asked, 'May I touch?'
Ruha nodded, and Wei Dao picked up several gold pieces and raised them to her face. When Ruha saw the coin from Calimshan slide down the long sleeve of the princess's dress, she thought it best not to say anything.
'You stay tonight in Ginger Palace,' Wei Dao said, as though she had thought of the idea herself. 'We see Prince Tang soon after breakfast.'
Seven
Ruha raised her veil, blew into the tree-shaped keyhole, and whispered the incantation to her wind spell. A short blast of air whistled softly through the slot, raising a gentle clat- ter as it rattled the lock. The sound was not loud, but the witch cringed.
After a long night of skulking through the Ginger Palace, she had worked her way deep into the labyrinthine
