"Be frank with him," said Reith. "State that you value your life more than his sequins."
"He will say that as far as he is concerned, affairs are reversed."
"Too bad," said Reith. "The hazard of your trade. How soon should we be in position?"
"Within a minute or so."
Reith removed his outer garments. "If by some ineptness we are detected ...
surely the consequences are as plain to you as to me."
The apprentice merely grunted. He doffed his pink robe. "Follow me." He stepped into the tank. "The way is dark but straight."
Reith joined him in the tank. The young man drew a deep breath and submerged; Reith did the same. At the bottom, finding a horizontal tube about three feet in diameter, he pulled himself through, staying close behind the apprentice.
They surfaced in a space about four feet long, a foot and a half high, a foot wide. Light entered through artfully arranged crevices, which also allowed a view over the gaming tables; Reith thus could see that both Cauch and Widisch had found places along the counter.
From near at hand came the eel-master's voice. "Welcome all to another day of exciting races. Who will win? Who will lose? No one knows. It may be me, it may be you. But we all will enjoy the fun of the races. For those who are new to our little game, you will notice that the board before you is marked with eleven colors. You may bet any amount on any of the colors. If your color wins, you are paid ten times the amount of your bet. Note these eels and their colors: white, gray, tawny, light blue, brown, dark red, vermilion, blue, green, violet, black.
Are there any questions?"
"Yes," called Cauch. "Is there any limit on the betting?"
"The case now being delivered contains ten thousand sequins. This is my limit; I pay no more. Please place your bets."
With a practiced eye the eel-master appraised the table. He lifted the lid, set the eels into the center of the reservoir. "No more betting, please." On the lid sounded tap-tap tap-tap.
"Two-two," whispered the apprentice. "That's green." He pushed aside a panel and reaching into the reservoir, seized the green eel and set it into the mouth of the chute. Then he drew back and closed the panel.
"Green wins!" called the eel-master. "So then--I pay! Twenty sequins to this sturdy seafarer ... Make your bets, please."
Tap tap-tap-tap sounded on the lid. "Vermilion," whispered the apprentice. He performed as before.
"Vermilion wins!" called the eel-master.
Reith kept his eye to the crack. On each occasion Cauch and Widisch had risked a pair of sequins. On the third betting round each placed thirty sequins on white.
"Bets are now made," came the eel-master's voice. The lid came down. Tap tap came the sounds.
"Brown," whispered the apprentice.
"White," said Reith. "The white eel wins."
The apprentice groaned in muted distress. He put the white eel into the chute.
"Another contest between these baffling little creatures," came the complacent voice of the eel-master. "On this occasion the winning color is-brown ... Brown?
White. Yes, white it is! Ha! In my old age I become color-blind. Tribulation for a poor old man! ... A pair of handsome winners here! Three hundred sequins for you, three hundred sequins for you ... Take your winnings, gentlemen. What? You are betting the entire sum, both of you?"
"Yes, luck appears to be with us today."
"Both on dark red?"
"Yes; notice the flight of yonder blood-birds! This is a portent."
The eel-master smiled off into the sky. "Who can divine the ways of nature? I pray that you are incorrect. Well, then, all bets are made? Then in with the eels, down with the lid, and let the most determined eel issue forth the winner." His hand rested a moment on the lid; his fingernail struck the surface a single time. "They twist, they search, the light beckons; we should soon have a winner ... Here comes-is it blue?" He gave an involuntary groan. "Dark red."
He peered into the faces of the Zsafathrans. "Your presages, astonishingly, were correct."
"Yes," said Cauch. "Did I not tell you as much? Pay over our winnings."
Slowly the eel-master counted out three thousand-worth of sequins to each.
"Astonishing." He glanced thoughtfully toward the reservoir. "Do you observe any further portents?"
"Nothing significant. But I will bet nonetheless. A hundred sequins on black."
"I bet the same," declared Widisch.
The eel-master hesitated. He rubbed his chin, looked around the counter.
"Extraordinary." He put the eels into the reservoir. "Are all bets laid?" His hand rested on the lid; as if by nervous mannerism he brought his fingernails down in two sharp raps.
"Very well; I open the gate." He pulled the lever and strode up to the end of the chute. "And here comes-what color? Black!"
"Excellent!" declared Cauch. "We reap a return after years of squandering money upon perverse eels! Pay over our gains, if you please!"
"Certainly," croaked the eel-master. "But I can work no more. I suffer from an aching of the joints; the eel-racing is at an end."
Reith and the apprentice immediately returned to the shed. The apprentice donned his pink cape and hat and took to his heels.
Reith and Schazar returned through the Old Town to the portal, where they encountered the eel-master, who strode past in a great flapping of his white gown. The normally benign face was mottled red; he carried a stout stave, which he swung in short ominous jerks.
Cauch and Widisch awaited them on the quay. Cauch handed Reith a pleasantly plump pouch. "Your share of the winnings: four thousand sequins. The day has been edifying."
"We have done well," said Reith. "Our association has been mutually helpful, which is a rare thing for Tschai!"
"For our part we return instantly to Zsafathra," said Cauch. "What of you?"
"Urgent business calls me onward. Like yourselves, my companion and I depart as soon as possible."
"In that case, farewell." The three Zsafathrans went their way. Reith turned into the bazaar, where he made a variety of purchases. Back at the hotel he went to Zap 210's cubicle and rapped on the door, his heart pounding with anticipation.
"Who is it?" came a soft voice.
"It is I, Adam Reith."
"A moment." The door opened. Zap 210 stood facing him, face flushed and drowsy.
She wore the gray smock which she had only just pulled over her head.
Reith took his bundles to the couch. "This-and this-and this-and this-for you."
"For me? What are they?"
"Look and see."
With a diffident side-glance toward Reith, she opened the bundles, then for a period stood looking down at the articles they contained.
Reith asked uneasily, "Do you like them?"
She turned to him a hurt gaze. "Is this how you want me to be--like the others?"
Reith stood nonplussed. It was not the reaction he had expected. He said carefully, "We will be traveling. It is best that we go as inconspicuously as possible. Remember the Gzhindra? We must dress like the folk we travel among."
"I see."
"Which do you like best?"
Zap 210 lifted the dark green gown, laid it down, took up the blood-orange smock and dull white pantaloons, then the rather jaunty light brown suit with the black vest and short black cape. "I don't know whether I like any of them."
"Try one on."
"Now?"
"Certainly!"
Zap 210 held up first one of the garments, then another. She looked at Reith; he grinned. "Very well, I'll go."