He nodded.

"Good. Let me in."

The two magicians stared at the door in silent concentration. Instead of swivelling open, it slowly slid forwards, then rolled sideways to lean against the Dome wall. The interior was dark. Lorandra had plenty of power with which to keep her prison lit, but if she used it she always extinguished her light when she heard the door opening. Sonea took a deep breath, created a globe light and sent it before her as she entered.

As always, the woman was sitting on the narrow bed in the centre of the room. Sonea walked down the curved slope of the "floor" and stopped a few steps away. The woman stared back at her, her face expressionless but her eyes dark and unfriendly.

Sonea considered what to say. In the past she'd tried indirectly approaching the questions she most wanted to ask by mingling them with others. Where did roet come from? Was it a drug from their home country? How was it made? Why had Lorandra been buying books on magic? Had she managed to find many? Where were they now? Why did Skellin think the Guild would be fooled into believing Forlie, the hapless woman he had set up as a fake rogue to prevent the Guild capturing his mother, was a magician? Where was Forlie's family?

Some of the questions were ones to which Sonea already knew the answers, some Sonea already knew Loranda didn't didn't know the answer to. Cery had recommended this, because it was important to avoid revealing how much the Guild didn't know. know the answer to. Cery had recommended this, because it was important to avoid revealing how much the Guild didn't know.

But Lorandra had said nothing.

So Sonea tried being more direct. Where was Skellin? How long had he lived in Imardin? Which Thieves were his allies? Which Houses were linked to him? Were any Guild magicians under his sway? Did he have allies in Elyne? Lonmar? Sachaka? How many Thieves had she killed? Had she tried to kill Cery? Had she tried to kill Cery's family?

No shift of expression had betrayed Lorandra's reaction to that last question. It was the one Sonea most wanted an answer to, aside from the whereabouts of Skellin.

If only Osen had chosen me to read Lorandra's mind at the Hearing, not Kallen. I could have sought the answer there and nobody would have known I had done so but Lorandra. But that would have meant Forlie's mind would have been read by Kallen, and Sonea would not have wished that on the poor, frightened woman. But that would have meant Forlie's mind would have been read by Kallen, and Sonea would not have wished that on the poor, frightened woman.

Sonea remembered Lorandra's dismay and surprise that she could not stop Kallen reading her mind. Hopefully that meant the magicians of Lorandra's homeland did not know black magic possibly did not even know of of it. From what Kallen had described, Lorandra's people forbade all magic, though those who imposed the ban were magicians themselves. Lorandra had broken the law and learned magic in secret. It was likely she did not know how powerful the law keepers were. it. From what Kallen had described, Lorandra's people forbade all magic, though those who imposed the ban were magicians themselves. Lorandra had broken the law and learned magic in secret. It was likely she did not know how powerful the law keepers were.

The Guild is so worried about offending the people of her land if they block her powers, but if what Kallen says is true, the Guild's very existence would offend them. Lorandra is a criminal there as well as here. They would want not just her, but all of us, executed.

Igra was far away, with a reassuringly big desert between it and the Allied Lands. Chances were nobody there remembered Lorandra, since she had left many years ago, and if they did they probably thought she was dead. It was a pity she hadn't approached the Guild from the start. They might have taken her in, or allowed her to live in Imardin with some sort of arrangement that allowed her restricted use of magic. Instead she'd adopted the life of an assassin and, with her son, made herself rich by selling roet.

Sonea thought of all the people who had suffered and died because of this woman. This time she didn't push away the anger that rose or try to retain some compassion. This time she let it harden her resolve.

"I'm not here to question you," Sonea told the woman quietly. "I'm here to inform you that the Guild will block your powers soon. You won't be able to use magic. The good news is that you won't be stuck in here any more. I can't tell you what they'll do with you after that, but they won't be setting you free within the Allied Lands."

Lorandra's expression shifted slightly, from hatred to worry, and Sonea felt a surge of triumph far stronger than the change deserved. She turned away and stepped toward the door. A raspy croak sounded behind her and she paused, then forced herself on.

"Wait."

Sonea stopped and turned. Lorandra's dark eyes caught the light as she lifted her head.

"Will it hurt?" she asked in a whispery voice.

Sonea stared back at her. "Why should I answer your questions when you've answered none of mine?"

Lorandra's mouth pressed into a thin line. Sonea turned away, then stopped and looked back.

"Not if you don't fight it," she told the woman quietly, so the guards couldn't hear. Lorandra's eyes swivelled to meet hers. "And ... and it is reversible," Sonea added in an even quieter voice.

She made herself turn away and step out of the door, wondering if what she had seen in the woman's eyes was hope or suspicion.

"The first thing you need to remember is that pregnancy is not an illness or an injury," Lady Indria told the class. "But there are many problems that can arise from pregnancy and childbirth. Unlike the majority of conditions that hamper or prevent pregnancy, which we have covered so far this year, the problems of pregnancy and childbirth can cause death, to either mother or child, or both."

Lilia glanced at her friends. Both Froje and Madie were sitting with straight backs, listening to Lady Indria intently. They're almost as captivated as they were during the lessons on preventing pregnancy They're almost as captivated as they were during the lessons on preventing pregnancy, Lilia mused. She looked around the room. Most of the novices looked interested in the lesson. Even the boys were, which surprised her even though all Healers were expected to learn how to advise a mother and deliver a baby.

A few of the girls had been missing from class until now. All were snooties. The Houses had never objected to their daughters learning how to prevent conception until it had become an official part of the University's Healing lessons. No parents of lowies had raised the slightest fuss. They couldn't afford to raise grandchildren while their daughters finished their education in the Guild.

I should find this more interesting than I do, Lilia thought. I suppose I would, if I was in love with someone or likely to get married soon. That would give me reason to think about the future, and of having children. Right now that all seems so unlikely. Madie may be right when she says you can't tell when you'll find someone special, but even if that someone came along next week I doubt I'll want to have children for many years yet. I suppose I would, if I was in love with someone or likely to get married soon. That would give me reason to think about the future, and of having children. Right now that all seems so unlikely. Madie may be right when she says you can't tell when you'll find someone special, but even if that someone came along next week I doubt I'll want to have children for many years yet.

She still needed to pay attention, though, because if she was to become a Healer she'd have to be able to help pregnant women. Forcing herself to listen, she started taking notes. When Lady Indria finally stopped lecturing and began answering questions, Lilia felt Madie's breath on her cheek as the girl leaned toward her.

"You meeting Naki tonight?" Madie murmured.

Lilia smiled. "Yeah. She's going to help me practise curved strikes."

Madie drew in a breath to say something more, then made a small noise of frustration.

"What?" Lilia asked, looking up.

Her friend's face was taut with indecision and worry.

"What?" Lilia repeated.

Madie sighed and glanced around the class. She leaned even closer.

"People are starting to notice you hanging out with her. You must know what they're saying."

Lilia's stomach swooped lower, a sensation that left her nauseated.

"What are they saying?" she forced herself to ask.

"That you and her ..." Madie straightened suddenly as Indria spoke her name. Lilia listened as her friend answered the Healer's question. The teacher gave Lilia a stern look, then turned away and resumed her lecture.

Lilia leaned closer to Madie.

"What are they saying?"

"Sh. I'll tell you later."

For the rest of the class Lilia found it twice as hard to concentrate as before. What could people possibly find to gossip about concerning her friendship with Naki? Was it the lowie/snootie thing? Did it have anything to do with Naki's father? Naki had said he disapproved of lowies. Maybe he was threatening to stop Naki seeing Lilia.

By the time the University gong rang out, Lilia's notes were a fragmented mess and her thoughts not much better. She followed Madie and Froje out of the classroom.

"Well?" she prompted.

The two girls exchanged looks. Madie's expression was almost pleading. Froje's was expectant. Madie turned to smile thinly at Lilia.

"We'd better do this before we join the boys." She glanced around the hallway, then led Lilia and Froje into an empty classroom, checking to make sure there was nobody there. She turned to Lilia.

"It's said ... people say ..." She paused and shook her head. "Naki doesn't like boys."

"Well, she likes them, but not in the way that girls are supposed supposed to like them," Froje injected. to like them," Froje injected.

"She likes girls." Madie looked at Lilia, then away.

"In a way that girls are not not supposed to." supposed to."

A strained silence followed. Lilia found that she was not surprised. She was certainly not as shocked as they expected her to be. As a servant, she had seen and heard many things that novices who had grown up in more sheltered homes didn't know about. Her father had told her not to judge people too quickly.

Though they weren't looking at her, expectation flowed from Lilia's friends. As the silence lengthened, Lilia felt a rising panic. She should react, or they'd think she already knew.

And approved.

"Um," she began.

"You know what we mean, don't you. Girls who like girls in the way that boys-" Madie began.

"I know what you mean," Lilia interrupted. She bit her lip. "Is it true? I mean, people make these things up all the time especially about people who they resent for something. Like being beautiful and rich. Or for not being interested in them. Naki's turned away a lot of boys or so I've heard. That might make her just seem to like girls more."

The two girls frowned and exchanged another look.

"I think so," Madie said, though her tone held a hint of doubt.

"There's a story that she and one of her servants were ... you know," Froje said, her voice hard with dislike. "But the servant wanted to end it. Naki found out. She set things up so her father would discover them together. He threw the servant and her entire family onto the street. My cousin knows the family. He swears it's true."

The pair looked at Lilia. She stared back at them. Her heart was quietly racing in her chest. She felt her friendship with Naki slipping away, and she didn't like the feeling. The story about the servant was disturbing. Could Naki have been so malicious and vengeful? Maybe it's an exaggeration, made up by servants angry at being thrown out probably for a more deserving reason. Maybe it's an exaggeration, made up by servants angry at being thrown out probably for a more deserving reason. She hated herself for thinking that, but she knew that not all servants were honest and loyal. She hated herself for thinking that, but she knew that not all servants were honest and loyal.

Maybe her friends were jealous of Lilia finding a prettier, richer friend than they were. Well, they shouldn't have started completely ignoring me once they got their boys. Well, they shouldn't have started completely ignoring me once they got their boys. But she couldn't say that. It would make her liking Naki seem even more suspicious. Perhaps she could say something to help Naki. To help dispel the rumour. But she couldn't say that. It would make her liking Naki seem even more suspicious. Perhaps she could say something to help Naki. To help dispel the rumour.

"It doesn't make sense," she told them. "Naki doesn't like her father. Why would she trust him to know that about her? More likely the servant was thrown out for another reason; made up a story to make Naki look bad."

Froje and Madie looked thoughtful. They exchanged another look, this time doubtful. Then Madie smiled and turned to Lilia.

"Well, you're probably right. You know her personally; we only know the stories." She frowned. "But even if it's not true, we are still worried about you. People are going to talk."

Lilia shrugged. "Let them. They'll get tired of it eventually. Why should Naki have no friends because of nasty rumour?"

She turned and started toward the door. The two girls hesitated, then Lilia heard them following. She also heard a fainter sound. A quick whisper.

"Why are you bothering? We're not good enough for her now."

Lilia continued out into the corridor, pretending she hadn't heard, but she felt a bitter triumph. I'm right. They're jealous. I'm right. They're jealous. Yet she also had to hide a pang of guilt as the girls joined her. It was true. Naki was a more interesting and exciting friend than they had ever been, even when they weren't distracted by the boys. Yet she also had to hide a pang of guilt as the girls joined her. It was true. Naki was a more interesting and exciting friend than they had ever been, even when they weren't distracted by the boys.

Especially if what they say about her is true.

She didn't want to think about that now. Not because she feared the stories might be true, but because she feared that her friends would somehow sense the simmering excitement that their warning had stirred deep within her. And because of the inevitable questions the feeling led to.

What if it is true of me, as well?

All she knew for certain was that she did not feel the distaste she ought to, and that was something she would never be able to tell her friends or anybody else. Perhaps not even Naki.

As the Guild's carriage rolled through the streets of Arvice, Dannyl noted that Lady Merria was drinking in the sights with hungry eyes. Though she had only arrived ten days ago, she was already feeling the boredom of being stuck in the Guild House most of the time.

Or perhaps she is merely fascinated by a new place, Dannyl mused. It could be that I'm the only one feeling stuck. It could be that I'm the only one feeling stuck.

Either way, she had been thrilled at the idea of visiting the market. Tayend had suggested it the previous night, before he'd headed off for another evening of fine food and company with one Ashaki or another. Dannyl hadn't yet seen the market, since anything he required was always quickly brought to the Guild House by slaves, so the visit was merely for entertainment and perhaps education, too. Maybe he'd learn something about Sachaka, and of the lands it traded with in the east.

"How did your visit with the women Achati recommended go?" Dannyl asked.

Merria glanced at him and smiled. "Good, I think. They all believe that the husband of one of the widows was killed by the Traitors, and yet only the widow displays any convincing hatred. I suspect that there's more to it than they're saying. One of the others hinted to me that she whined so much about him that the Traitors thought she was serious about wanting to be free of him."

"So either the Traitors made a mistake, or she tricked them, or something else has forced her to claim to hate them to protect herself."

Merria gave him a thoughtful look. "I really need to train myself to see all the complicated twisted possibilities in these situations, don't I?"

He shrugged. "It never hurts. It's also wise to not get too attached to anyone."

She nodded and looked back out of the window, thankfully missing Dannyl's wince as he realised the truth of his own words.

I shouldn't get attached to Achati for the same reason. But who else is there to talk to? I do like him a great deal and not just because he's continued to associate with me even though I've become a social embarrassment here.

"Is that the market?" Merria asked.

Dannyl moved closer to the window on his side and peered at the road ahead. It ended where it met a crossroad. On the opposite side was a high white wall, broken by a plain archway through which a steady stream of people were passing. Those coming out were followed by slaves carrying boxes, baskets, sacks and rolled-up rugs. Both roads were lined with waiting carriages.

"I'd wager it is."

Sure enough, the carriage swung in a wide turn at the meeting of roads so that it stopped before the archway. It was now the subject of much staring and pointing. Merria reached out to the carriage door, then paused and withdrew her hand.

"You had better go first, Ambassador," she said.

He smiled grimly and waited for one of the slaves to clamber down and open the door. The man threw himself to the ground as Dannyl stepped out. A small crowd had gathered to watch, and a low murmur came from them as he appeared. But as Merria appeared, the sound rose to a louder hum of interest. She paused on the top step, frowning.

"Ignore them," Dannyl advised, offering a hand. "Don't meet anyone's eyes."

She lowered her gaze and took his offered hand for support, but stepped down with dignity. Dannyl resisted a smile. Merria had told him she was a ship captain's daughter, which meant that while she hadn't been raised in squalor or poverty she also hadn't had the upbringing of a woman from the Houses. Yet she had studied the mannerisms and manners of those from the upper class when she joined the Guild, and learned to mimic them. Such a knack for adaptation would be very useful to her, both here and back in Imardin.

Dannyl released her hand, instructed the slave to move the carriage to an appropriate place out of the way of traffic to wait for them, then started toward the market entrance. The other slave leapt off the carriage to follow them.

Two guards watched the entrance, both eyeing Dannyl and Merria without expression.

They must be free servants, Dannyl thought. Like those at the palace. Like those at the palace.

Once through the archway he and Merria entered a market laid out in straight rows. The stalls on the outside, built against the walls, were permanent structures. The centre space was filled with neat lines of temporary carts and tables, most covered with a roof of cloth. He started along the first row.

Merria continued to be more interesting to the locals than Dannyl. Most likely they had never seen a Kyralian woman before, whereas Kyralian males were merely rare. He found that he was in the opposite position to Merria. He'd rarely seen Sachakan women before this. No women worked in the stalls, but plenty roamed the market, each with a male chaperone. They wore highly decorated capes that fell from their shoulders to their ankles.

He did not want to raise the ire of the locals by staring at their women, so he turned his attention to the wares on offer. Perfume, elaborate glassware, artistic pottery and fine cloth surrounded them. They had obviously entered at the luxury end of the market. Thinking back, he realised he hadn't seen anyone carrying vegetables or herding animals out of the archway. When they reached the end of one aisle, he squinted down the rows ahead. Sure enough, there were more practical goods on sale at the far end. Perhaps there was another entrance catering for that sort of produce.

They started down another aisle, stopping to look at goods from lands across the Aduna Sea. Merria was particularly impressed with the glassware. In the third aisle they were both instantly drawn to a stall covered in a glittering array of gemstones in all colours. But while Merria gazed at the stones, what had caught Dannyl's eye were the stallholders, as he instantly recognised the dusty grey skin and long limbs of Duna tribesmen.

At once he remembered the Duna tracker, Unh, who had helped him, Achati and the Ashaki helpers to search for Lorkin. He also recalled the cave he and Unh had discovered in the mountains, its walls covered in crystals. Dannyl had learned that the tribesmen knew how to turn such crystals into magical gemstones. He eyed the glittering stones before him thoughtfully.

Surely they wouldn't sell the magical ones here. He looked closer. The abundance on display and the roughness of their cutting suggested that these weren't of much value beyond ordinary trinkets. He looked closer. The abundance on display and the roughness of their cutting suggested that these weren't of much value beyond ordinary trinkets.