Flicker's teeth shone in the starlight. "Why waste our prisoners just as messengers? Use them as guides.

Ignore Rojas. Slip by him before he notices and head inland. Go straight to El Dorado."

Wolf had expected this. "You are proposing a major change of plan."

"The situation has changed.The bats didn't know about theAlcalde.He's more dangerous than the mainland would be. Can't you see that?"

"It's possible, but you can't prove it yet and the only place to find out is Sigisa itself. Secondly, you're assuming wecanslip by Rojas. Effi-cient robber barons keep a very close watch on the road-or harbor, in this case. I'm sure his goons will go through the ship like a business of ferrets, and they'll want to look in our baggage. Thirdly, eventually we hope to come back out. I don't want to burn our bridges. Or boats. Let's hear the others. Megan?"

Megan was just as predictable. "Stay away from him as much as we can.We have ways of being unobtrusive."

Dolores said, "I agree we must try and avoid trouble, but I'd rather tell him what we're planning than have him torture it out of us. His price will go up, but we have lots of gold."

Flicker made a snorting noise. "Offer him a thousand pesos and he demands ten thousand? Give him ten and he demands a hundred? Give-"

"Point made,"Wolf said. "You want to bypass him, Megan wants to hide from him, and Dolores wants to cut him in. I have another idea."

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For several nights he had been dreaming of his stepfathers, especially the last one. Normally he paid little heed to dreams, but sometimes they of-fered warnings, and one should at least try to understand their advice. "You're snoops. I'm a bully boy. I don't think the way you do. I agree with Dolores that we'll have to cut Rojas a slice of our imaginary goose. I'd like to have him as an ally, but I prefer to negotiate on my feet, not on my knees."

"Meaning what?" Flicker sneered.

"Meaning I'd start by kicking his shins."

They talked amicably. Megan stuck to her original position. In the end Dolores supported Wolf out of loyalty. Surprisingly, so did Flicker, either because he just enjoyed brawling or because he hoped to watch Wolf botch up the mission.

Quin had the last word. "Keep me out of it, Sir Wolf, so I can re-port on your funerals." Another six months at sea might not be such a terrible prospect after all.

Captain Clonard had refused to hire a pilot in Mondon. Finding Sigisa, he had explained, was a feat of navigation within the abilities of the av-erage spaniel. All you did was sail due west until you made landfall and then go north, keeping an eye out for Smoking-woman, one of the great volcanic peaks of Tlixilia.When you had passed that and were al-most halfway to an even bigger one, Sky-is-frowning, you made a left turn and entered the river mouth.

Fortunately he was right, and one sunny morningGloriouswas towed into the harbor. Wolf leaned on the rail beside a wildly excited Dolores, admiring the gateway to the mainland, of which they had heard so much. Baron Roland had described Sigisa as two miles of brothels and dens, but since his day it had grown longer and wickeder, until now it was a dull night when no bodies departed on the morning tide.

Into this pestilential pit had poured Distlish soldiers, sailors, and ad-venturers by the thousand, plus all the human parasites that fed on them. Having seen how big the world was,Wolf had almost given up hope that Lynx would ever reach the Hence Lands, but if he did, his quest to find 253.

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his ward must lead him through Sigisa.The brothers would meet again here or nowhere.

Languid and greasy, the river drifted northward along the coast, held captive on the east by Sigisa, which was a sand spit, not a true island. In the dry season the river shrank and the wells turned brackish, but at that time of year, with the rainy season just ended, the river was a safe har-bor, and a dozen ships were anchored there, most of them surrounded by dugout canoes, loading or unloading cargo. The western bank was jungle and swamp, reputed to be full of poisonous snakes, spiders, in-sects, and even frogs, little scarlet blobs no bigger than a thumbnail whose touch burned a man's skin.

"I don't like the look of that side." Dolores was pouting at the im-penetrable green tangle. "Let's not stay there."

They turned to study the equally dense tangle of shacks and tents on the sandbar. Wolf said, "Do you think the town looks any better? I think I'll sleep in plate mail."

"Not in my bed you won't."

Their first requirement must be to find somewhere secure to live and store their valuable baggage. Real estate was reportedly volatile in Sigisa, with houses changing hands all the time on the roll of a die or twist of a knife. Anyone wishing to breathe the air there was expected to pay off the goons, from the mayor down to the junior assistant deputy harbormaster who would be the first aboard whenGloriousdropped anchor. There were limits, though. If Rojas shaved his victims too close to the bone, ships would find another port. Estimating what could be plucked offGloriouswould take hours of negotiation in that murderous heat, but that was Clonard's business. Wolf planned to go right to the top.

Although Sigisa was the main port for the slave trade, he had been told in Mondon that there were no slaves in Sigisa itself, because they would escape too easily. As evidence that one should not believe all one heard, the dozen sweating brown rowers in the lighter that was towingGloriousto her anchorage were very obviously chained, and the man standing over them held a whip. Just asGloriouswas moving slowly past a ship loading a fresh cargo of prisoners, Flicker and Quin emerged on 254.

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deck with the four Tlixilians, who recognized the place at once and glared around as if they would much enjoy burning it to the ground with all its inhabitants.

Wolf addressed the one who mattered, the youngest, a great-great-grandson of a former emperor. "I have kept my promise." Blood-mirror-walks studied him distrustfully, eyes black as coal. "And what must we do now,Wild-dog-by-the-spring?"

"Must?I do not use that word to warriors. That way lies home." Wolf pointed to the jungle and the snowy cone of Sky-is-frowning peering over it. "Swim now if you wish. Or wait for dark, and I will have you rowed across. I will give whatever you need for your jour-ney-food, canoe, gourds, blankets."

Blankets seemed absurd in that tropical sweat house, but El Dorado lay beyond high ranges. "I ask only that you take word to the floating city that we will help its struggle if we can. I showed you the weapons we offer in trade.You are free to go at any time."

The chunky jaguar warrior was still suspicious, sniffing the air for a hint of treachery. "And you remain here?"

"I hope to.You could help me in that, if you wished."

Blood-mirror-walks curled his lip in anI-knew-itsneer. Here came the bargaining he had been expecting.

"Help how?" "It is possible that there will be some Distliards in need of dying." Heron-jade made a blood-curdling noise in his throat. "Is that a promise?"

Wolf laughed."No, but I will arrange it if I can.Today I must chal-lenge the lord of this town and he may send his warriors against me. I will fight, but I need friends. I freed you, I healed your wounds, and you have eaten my salt. Are not the best friendships sealed in battle? Within three days I will win a home here, or I will be dead. But the choice is entirely yours. Go now, or tarry three days and help me against the Distliards."

The others just watched Blood-mirror-walks, and he did not con-sult them. He was young and assertive.To refuse a fight against the Hairy Ones was unthinkable. "We have eaten your salt," he agreed.

"We will stay and fight at your side,Wild-dog-by-the-spring."

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5.The anchor had barely splashed down before a gang of harbor officials came swarming over the side, looking at least as villainous as Wolf had expected. They closed in on Captain Clonard, who had an unlimited supply of impressive fake documents to flaunt on such occasions.

They were intercepted by a gentleman resplendent in fine linen tunic and silk hose, the garb of a wealthy planter or rancher in Mon-don, topped off with a couple of glittering decorations. Dolores, on his arm, was even more impressive in bright brocade, twirling a silk parasol. Wolf announced in his haughtiest aristocratic Distlish that he had ur-gent business with theAlcalde.

The chief ruffian said, "No one goes ashore until I am satisfied."

Staring at him in disbelief, Wolf pointed to the ship's standard, which was undoubtedly large and multicolored, but hung so limp that its heraldry was unreadable. Then he unwrapped a package to reveal a scroll bearing much scarlet wax and ribbon."You would argue with the King's seal?"

No, even a senior de Rojas minion would not do that.A lighter was brought alongside; Dolores was lowered into it in a sling. There was-much apologies, senor!no such thing as a lady's carriage in town, but the distinguished visitors were assured that the walk to themunicipalidadwas not far. Leaving the rest of the team to guard the precious baggage, Don Lope and Dona Dolores set off to call upon the ill-famed de Rojas.

It was a very educational stroll. Baron Roland had explained that the business district lined the riverbank, the center of the spit was oc-cupied by a residential squalor of tents and wattle shacks, while an av-enue of large villas stood shoulder-to-shoulder along the seafront to divide the riffraff from the fresh air. He had not mentioned that there was almost no room left to move.

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ered cloaks and body paint; child pimps, child hookers, child pickpock-ets. Unlike drab old Chivial, Sigisa shimmered with color: rainbow loin-cloths and fine gowns; gaudy half-naked prostitutes soliciting; hucksters thrusting fabrics, beads, or pottery at passersby; blinding sunlight and inky shade; foliage against the cloudless sky; flowered creepers; parrots, macaws, and toucans.The air was a potpourri of exotic scents of spices, flowers, and people. No one was hurrying, everyone going somewhere.

Blank-faced servants, swaggering pirates, armor-plated men-at-arms blazing in the sunlight and close to heat stroke, enormous war dogs and their handlers . . . carts and wagons and horse-drawn drays.

The slim hand on Wolf's arm was steady, but he knew Dolores well enough now to know that she was nervous. She would be crazy if she were not. The shore was lined with shipyards, marine chandlers, live-stock pens, distilleries, lumber yards, and a dozen other enterprises. Be-hind them lurked lath-and-wattle shacks, houses mixed with grog-shops, stalls displaying fruits and fly-infested meat, leather workers' shops, potteries, and certainly brothels. Every breath brought a new scent, every moment new peddlers shouting their wares. Dull it was not.

The visitors had leisure to admire the bustle, for their guide natu-rally took them by a roundabout route, so one of his boys could sprint more directly to their destination and warn of their coming.At last they came to the Rojas palace, a complex of fine wooden buildings on the seaward side of the town, enclosed by an impressive palisade and guarded by troops in shiny cuirasses and helmets. If there were many of those beauties around, Wolf decided, this hacienda would be a very tough nut to bite on. He was even more impressed by the interior, which had the same air of wealth and taste as Baron Roland's Ivywalls, meaning it did not look as if it had been designed by King Athelgar. Some of the furniture might have been imported all the way from Distlain; the pottery and wall hangings were Tlixilian.

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of men-at-arms and a warrant for his arrest, not just a skinny girl dressed as a grand lady. Gang boss, vice lord, murderer, local tyrant, Ruiz de Rojas had been born on Mazal, his father one of the first settlers, his mother anaturale.Wolf had expected someone of villainous appearance like Captain Clonard, but Rojas was thirtyish, handsome, superbly dressed, and instantly charming. His mixed blood showed in his features. He wore his heritage proudly, letting it add to his hauteur:You may claim conquest or inheritance, I have both. I rule here by right.

He was respectful to an envoy bearing a royal edict, but he did not fawn or grovel. Informed that the senor's companion was in fact his wife, he bowed gracefully and kissed her bejeweled fingers in proper Distlish style.Then he turned to a waiting servant and nodded.

The man vanished and a moment later ushered in a striking young woman-almost as tall as Dolores, svelte, and the color of ripe chest-nuts, as Lynx would have said. She wore a shimmering white silk gown, and her jet-black hair was wound in coils held by silver combs. She moved like gossamer on a summer dawn.

"Don Lope, Dona Dolores, may I have the honor of presenting my dear wife, Fortunata?" Rojas had arranged for her to be on hand, of course-a very quick reaction to the news of the important arrivals.

Wolf found it doubly remarkable because the grandees in Mondon kept their native or part-native wives and concubines out of sight of Euran-ian visitors.

According to the gossips of Mondon, Fortunata had been born into the highest level of Eldoradoan nobility.While still a child she had been dispatched to one of the minor cities to become a royal wife, and her caravan had been captured by a Distlish raiding party. After passing through various hands, she had become the gangster's wife in settlement of a gambling debt. She spoke Distlish hesitantly, so Wolf and Dolores responded in Tlixilian.

Her eyes widened. "I thought no Distliard spoke the pure tongue, senor!" She meant they spoke the El Dorado dialect-courtesy of Heron-jade and Blood-mirror-walks, of course.

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and the news from Mondon. Considering that most of the social life in Sigisa was at the saloon-and-brothel level, Fortunata was amazingly poised. After his servants had brought refreshments and withdrawn, Rojas's curiosity won out.

"Your visit to Sigisa is more than social, Don Lope?"

Wolf smiled. "Personal business."

The major glanced inquiringly at the package bearing the royal seal.

"This?" Wolf said."It's a forgery, but quite a good one. Care to see?" He handed over the package, which was not in fact sealed by the seal dangling on the ribbon.The inside was blank.Wolf kept his smile firmly in place, for this was the point at which the mayor might send for thugs and thumbscrews, and then the visitors would leave with the flotsam on the morning tide.

Rojas studied the wax and the vellum carefully. "And its purpose?" "Merely to get your attention, Excellency. I neversaidit was the King's seal." Rojas laughed with every indication of real amusement.

"Just to own this would get you hanged back in Ciudad Del Rey,senor!"

"But this is not Ciudad Del Rey."

"True. So what can I do for you?" Smiling, he offered Wolf back the forgery.

"No, please keep that as a souvenir of a brash intruder, Excellency." A little penmanship and a hot knife could make that document ex-tremely valuable for anyone with a low scruple count. "I am consider-ing tarrying awhile in your fair city to pursue . . . certain interests . . ."

The inquisitors had rehearsed him half the night. Distlish grandees did not sully their hands with trade, so ostensibly he was talking about land, but no one could acquire clear title to land here, for all of it was claimed by at least two monarchs. So there was meat under the pastry, and Rojas set to work to find out what it was. Wolf declined to be pinned down. In practice they talked about how the war was going, how a stranger might go about buying or renting a villa, and how one might meet interesting people in Sigisa. Money would be no problem.

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loyalty. "The Distliards are fools to pursue such a bloody struggle," he said, "when they could gain so much by peaceful trade. And the Em-peror is paying the price of arrogance. Had he been less greedy when he was overlord of the coastal cities, they would not have rebelled when the strangers came."

"What of them?"Wolf asked. "Zolica,Yazotlan,Tephuamotzin?"

"Fools! We see their emissaries around town sometimes. You can know them by their high manner and low intelligence.They are so keen to settle scores with an ancient foe that they cannot see how much more dangerous Distlain is.They buy a jaguar to silence a noisy dog."

"What will happen to them when El Dorado falls,senor?" Dolores asked. Wolf had been careful to keep the women involved in the con-versation, so she could rescue him if he blundered into trouble.

Don Ruiz shrugged with both hands. "Then they will follow right after.That isifEl Dorado falls."

"Can it be that it will not?"

He smiled. "They are learning.You know the ways of the bullring,senor. If you do not kill the bull inside of twenty minutes, he will kill you."

6.That,"Wolf said as they left the Rojas mansion, "was without doubt the hardest conversation of my life. I never met any man so incredibly winsome. I hated lying to him! I am never any good at lying, anyway."

The nightlife of Sigisa was beginning to waken-bands, drunks, drummers, lutenists, and singers, backed by massed choirs of frogs and monkeys in the jungle.

"That's what I love about you, your naivete."

"A simple 'no' would have sufficed. He saw through us, didn't he?"

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could see that Wolf had never set foot in Distlain any more than he had. So the visitors were spies. He had been too polite to say that, but knew. He was supposed to know, of course.

Terms had been settled over an excellent supper. His Worship theAlcaldeknew of just the respectable villa the august Don Lope needed, and the owners-who had gone Home on some important business- would accept a very reasonable rent. If the spirits were kind, Fortunata could find the charming Dona Dolores some excellent servants by to-morrow. Don Lope and his lady were more than welcome to spend tonight here, at his hacienda.The spies had declined with thanks.

Wolf said, "I think he swallowed the bait, don't you?"

"I don't know." Dolores was unusually subdued, holding tight to his arm and keeping her head down.

"His wife loves him."