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shook his head. "You are Elvereza Tozer, but . . ."

The mask came loose and revealed an emaciated,
shifty face sporting a whispy beard which did not hide
a weak, receding chin and which was dominated by a
long, thin nose. The flesh of the face was unhealthy
and bore the marks of a pox.

"And I recall the faceЧthough it was fuller then.
Pray, what has happened to you, sir?" Bowgentle asked
faintly. "Are you a refugee seeking escape from your
countrymen?"

"Ah," Tozer sighed, darting Bowgentle a calculating
look. "Perhaps. Would you have a glass of wine, sir?
My encounter with your military friend here has left
me thirsty, I fear."

"What?" put in D'Averc. "Have you been fighting?"

"Fighting to kill," Hawkmoon said grimly. "I feel
that Master Tozer did not come to our Kamarg on an
errand of goodwill. I found him skulking in the reeds
to the south. I think he comes as a spy."

"And why should Elvereza Tozer, greatest play-
wright of the world, wish to spy?" The words were de-
livered by Tozer in a disdainful tone that yet some-
how lacked conviction.

Bowgentle bit his lip and tugged a bell rope for a
servant.

"That is for you to tell us, sir," Huillam D'Averc said
with some amusement in his voice. He coughed ostenta-

tiously. "Forgive meЧa slight chill, I think. The castle
is full of drafts ..."

"And I'd wish the same for myself," Tozer said, "if
a draft could be found." He looked at them expectantly.
"A draft to help us forget the draft, if you understand
me. A draft..."

"Yes, yes," said Bowgentle hastily and turned to the
servant who had entered. "A jug of wine for our guest,"
he requested. "And would you eat, Master Tozer?"

" 'I would eat the bread of Babel and the meat of
Marakhan . . .'", Tozer said dreamily. " Tor all such