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mean. WeтАЩve been wandering round Bardek for months and months, finding but a trace here and there of
the things you want to know.тАЭ

Jill took a deep breath and considered.

тАЬThereтАЩs that, indeed. Patience has never been my right-hand weapon, has it?тАЭ

тАЬAnd now glorious Luvilae has been but another dead trail, a road with no ending, a house with no
doors, aтАФтАЭ

тАЬOne wretched image is enough, please. But thereтАЩs still that bookseller in Ihderat Noa. I have hopes of
him.тАЭ

тАЬI suppose youтАЩll want to head back there straightaway.тАЭ

тАЬI was thinking of it, truly. Why not? Oh, of course. The lass. I suppose you want to spend a few days
sniffing round her.тАЭ

тАЬHow crudely you put things!тАЭ He grinned, tucking, his thumbs into his belt and leaning back against the
wall. тАЬBut I did think I might take a stroll in the marketplace tonight. No doubt her troupe performs in the
evening, when itтАЩs cooler.тАЭ



When it came time for the show, it seemed at first that the gods were going to grant them a decent take.
In the cool of the evening a big crowd gathered in front of their improvised stage, set up between two
trees to support the slack wire. As the men raised the huge standing torches and Marka ran round lighting
them, she noticed a number of fairly well-dressed people in the crowd, the kind who looked like they
werenтАЩt above throwing some small change to a street performer. Best of all, her father was wide-awake
and alert, laughing and joking with the troupe as they gathered backstage. The first turns went well, too,
her own juggling, the apprentice tumblers, and KeetaтАЩs routine with the flaming torches. When the troupe
broke to sling the slack wire, coins came in a copper shower, but here and there Marka plucked a silver
one.

With great ceremony the flute boy and the drummer sat down cross-legged at the edge of the stage,
paused a moment, then began the music for the centerpiece of the show, the slack rope routine. Wiping
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her face on a scarf, Marka stood off to one side and watched the crowd more than the show. Until
Orima came along, the slack rope had been her own turn, one sheтАЩd learned as a small child from her
mother and at which she was particularly skilled. A cow prancing on a stringтАФthatтАЩs our Rimi, she
thought to herself. Then she saw, standing off toward the back, the barbarian juggler. Her heart thudded,
her fingers tightened on the scarf, and she couldnтАЩt understand why in the least, except, perhaps, that he
was so handsome. All at once he noticed her watching and smiled right at her. Blushing furiously, hating
herself for it, she turned away.

Dressed in a brief but flowing silk tunic over a loincloth, Orima was just approaching the wire-wound