"Yes," Toel said. "That can be very entertaining."

She felt her face warm and nodded.

"You think so, too, I see. Very interesting. So a father is the man you used to procreate with?"

"No. Oh, no. That would be-no. I mean I've never-" She shook her head and started again. "A man and woman-my father and mother-they procreated and had me."

"'Had you'?"

"I was born to them."

"You're not making sense, dear."

"After they procreated, I was conceived, and I grew in my mother until I was born."

He sat back, and for the first time she saw his eyes flash with real astonishment. It looked very strange on him, as if he had never been surprised at anything.

"Do you mean to say that you were inside of a woman? And came out of her?"

"Yes."

"Like a parasite-like a Zilh worm or chest borer?"

"No, it's normal, it's-weren't you ...?"

"That's revolting!" he said, and laughed. "Absolutely revolting. Did you eat her corpse after you came out?"

"Well, it didn't kill her."

"How big were you?"

She shaped her hands to indicate the size of a newborn.

"Well, I have to say, this is already one of the most interesting-and disturbing-conversations I've ever had."

"Then you people aren't born?"

"Of course we are. Properly, from the Marrow Sump."

"So when you use the word 'procreate'-"

"It simply means sex. Copulation. It has no other sense, that I know of."

Annaig suddenly felt the world rearranging itself around her. She had been assuming that all the talk about coming from the sump and returning to it was a metaphor, a way of talking about life and death.

But Toel wasn't kidding, she was sure of that.

"Please, go on. Tell me more such disgusting things."

And so they talked on. After his initial outburst, however, he did not interrupt her much; he listened, with only the occasional question, usually concerning terms he didn't know. She talked mostly about her life in Black Marsh, about history, about the secession of Black Marsh from the Empire and the subsequent collapse of the Empire. She did not say anything about the revival of the Empire, about the Emperor or Attrebus-but it was a challenge, because the way he listened, the way he hung on her every word, made her want to keep talking, to not let it stop, to keep that attention on her forever.

When she finally forced herself to stop, he steepled his fingers under his lip. Then he nodded out at his world.

"You speak of vast forests and deserts, of countries whose size almost surpasses my imagination. I have never walked such lands-I never will. This, Umbriel, is the only world I can ever know. This, Umbriel, is your home now, and the only place you will ever know again. The sooner you understand that, the better. Waste no time on what you have lost, for you will never have it again."

"But my world is all around you," she said. "I could take you there, show it to you ..."

He shook his head. "It is not so simple. The outside of Umbriel, in a sense, is in your world. But here, where you find yourself now-surely you observed the larvae, saw how they lose corporeal form when they move fully into your plane. The same would be true of me, were I to leave. My body would dissolve, and Umbriel would reclaim the stuff of my soul. There is no leaving for me. Or you."

"But I am not from Umbriel," she said. "I am not a part of it."

"Not yet," Toel said. "But in time you will be as much a part of Umbriel as I am."

THREE.

The man who had named himself Captain Evernal stepped from behind the tent. He was fortyish, with tanned skin, blond hair, and an impressive mustache.

Attrebus could see twenty men, but he suspected there were more.

"What's this?" Sul asked.

Evernal shrugged. "That depends on your business here."

"We have no business here," Sul replied.

"You're a mile off the main road."

"Is that a crime?"

"It isn't," Evernal said. "But it suggests you were coming to this camp, since there isn't anything else in this direction."

"Happenstance. We were sightseeing. Hoping to run across a flock of greems. The lad here has never seen one."

"Well, then," the captain said. "You won't mind us searching your packs."

Sul gestured at their mounts. Four of the regulators strode over. It didn't take them long to find the moon-sugar.

"Well, this is interesting," the captain said.

Attrebus saw Sul's shoulders relax, slightly.

Oh, Divines, he's going to try it, Attrebus thought.

"Why is it interesting?" Attrebus blurted. "I paid a fair price for that."

"Then surely you were warned about the penalties of trafficking with the wild cats."

"There's no trafficking here," Attrebus said. "I've not offered to sell anything."

Evernal rolled his eyes. "Oh, come now."

Attrebus drew himself straighter. "No, you come now, Captain Evernal. Do you have a charge to make? Based on what evidence?"

"Evidence? I don't need evidence," Evernal said. "I know very well that you bought that sugar for these cats. Look around you-there's no court involved. No witnesses."

"I see. Then you're bandits, plain and simple."

"We're regulators. We uphold the law."

Attrebus snorted. "Do you even know what a contradiction is? You just as much as said you could murder us with impunity, and you specifically bragged there are no courts involved. You're a common brigand, sir."

Evernal reddened, but some of his men had uneasy expressions, which suggested he'd hit a nerve.

"Go," Evernal finally said. "Leave the sugar."

Attrebus felt his stomach unclench a bit. But then he saw the expression on Lesspa's face.

"What about them?" he asked.

"I told you to go. Count your blessings and do it."

"Come on," Sul said.

But then Attrebus noticed something. He pushed away his uncertainties, pulled his center tight.

"No," he said.

"No?" the captain repeated incredulously.

"Who do you think I am?" Attrebus thundered. "I know you by your Nibenese accent, Evernal. You may work for the thug who runs Rimmen, but your body and soul belong to the Empire. Who do you think I am?"

He saw Evernal waver and his eyes widen.

"Milord ..."

"Wrong title," Attrebus snapped. "Try again. My likeness is common enough, even here, I'm sure."

The captain swallowed audibly. "My Prince," he managed. "Your face is a bit bruised, and ..."

"Is it?" Attrebus said. "I suppose that it is. And so you are to be forgiven for that. For that. But I do not care to have my business questioned or my escort detained."

Evernal looked around at the Khajiit.

"Escort?"

"It is my business, Captain. We'll be out of your territory in a day, and you'll never see any of us here again."

"It's not that simple, highness-"

"It is," Attrebus said. "Look around you. There are no courts here."

Evernal sighed and stepped near. "I fought for your father," he said. "I've heard much of you. But work has been scarce in Cyrodiil."

Attrebus softened his tone. "Then you know in your heart what's right. And you know my reputation. I'm on a mission of greatest gravity, and already I am too much delayed. Will you really let it be said that you hindered Prince Attrebus Mede?"

"No, Prince," Evernal replied. "I would not."

Attrebus clapped him on the shoulder. "Good man," he said.

Evernal bowed, then beckoned to his men. In a few moments they were alone with the Khajiit.

"That was quite a gamble," Sul said when they were gone. "Telling them who you were. What if they had decided to ransom you?"

Attrebus smiled, suddenly feeling a bit shaky.

"I saw he was wearing the badge of the eighteenth legion," he said. "Just under his cloak, pinned next to a lock of some girl's hair. I knew he'd not only fought for my father, but that he was still proud of it."

Sul's glare lessened a bit.

"You're trembling," he said.

Attrebus sat down on the ground. "Right," he said, running his hands through his hair. "I didn't really think. I've made so many speeches-and people cheered and followed my orders. But if all of that was a lie-"

"You sounded like a prince," Sul assured him. "Confident, in command, imperious."

"Yes, but if I had given it any thought ..."

"It's a good thing you didn't," Sul replied. "For Evernal, the tales about you are true. You acted the part, and where we might have died, we live."

"Become who they think I am," Attrebus muttered.

Lesspa was approaching, so he stood.

She regarded him silently for a moment, then scratched herself on the chin and reached over to scratch his.

"You brought it," she said. "Another might have taken our money. And what you did just now-we are grateful."

"You protected us," Attrebus said. "I couldn't do any less."

She nodded. "Your words ring like music. You are really the prince?"

"I am."