The Lokhars shuffled dubiously in their chairs. Jag Jaganig spoke. "We obviously have the basis for an adequate crew here, at least for a Zeno, or a Kud, or even one of the small Kadants. But it is no small matter to so affront the Wankh."
"Or worse, the Wankhmen," muttered Zorofim.
"As I recall," mused Thadzei, "no great vigilance prevailed. The scheme, while startling, seems feasible-provided that the ship we board is in operative condition."
"Aha!" exclaimed Belje. "That' provided that' is the key to the entire exploit!"
Zarfo jeered: "Naturally there is risk. Do you expect money for nothing?"
"I can hope."
Jag Jaganig inquired: "Assume that the ship is ours. Is further risk entailed?"
"None."
"Who will navigate?"
"I will."
"In what form is this 'wealth'?" demanded Zorofim. "Gems? Sequins? Precious metal? Antiques? Essences?"
"I don't care to go any further into detail, except to guarantee that you will not be disappointed."
The discussion proceeded, with every aspect of the venture subjected to attack and analysis. Alternative proposals were considered, argued, rejected. No one seemed to regard the risk as overwhelming, nor did anyone doubt the group's ability to handle the ship. But none evinced enthusiasm. Jag Jaganig put the situation into focus. "We are puzzled," he told Reith. "We do not understand your purposes. We are skeptical of boundless treasures."
Zarfo said, "Here I must speak. Adam Reith has his faults which I won't deny. He is stubborn and unwieldy; he is crafty as a zut; he is ruthless when opposed.
But he is a man of his word. If he declares a treasure to exist for our taking, that aspect of the matter is closed."
After a moment Belje muttered: "Desperate, desperate! Who wants to learn the truth of the black boxes?"
"Desperate, no," countered Thadzei. "Risky, yes, and may demons runoff with the black boxes!"
"I'll take the chance," said Zorofim.
"I as well," said jag Jaganig. "Who lives forever?"
Belje finally capitulated and declared himself committed. "When shall we leave?"
"As soon as possible," said Reith. "The longer I wait, the more nervous I get."
"And more the chance of someone else running off with our treasure, hey?" exclaimed Zarfo. "That would be a sad case!"
"Give us three days to arrange our affairs," said Jag Jaganig.
"And what of the five thousand sequins?" demanded Thadzei. "Why not distribute the money now, so that we may have the use of it?"
Reith hesitated no longer than a tenth of a second. "Since you must trust me, I must trust you." He paid to each of the marveling Lokhars fifty purple sequins, worth a hundred white sequins each.
"Excellent!" declared jag Jaganig. "Remember all! Utter discretion! Spies are everywhere. In particular I distrust that peculiar stranger at the inn who dresses like a Yao."
"What?" cried Reith. "A young man, black-haired, very elegant.
"The person precisely. He stares out over the dancing field with never a word to say."
Reith, Zarfo, Anacho and Traz went to the inn. In the dim taproom sat Helsse, long legs in tight black twill breeches stretched under the heavy table.
Brooding, he looked straight ahead and out the doorway to where black-skinned white-haired boys and white-skinned blackhaired girls skipped and caracoled in the tawny sunlight.
Reith said: "Helsse!"
Helsse never shifted his gaze.
Reith came closer. "Helsse!"
Helsse slowly turned his head; Reith looked into eyes like lenses of black glass.
"Speak to me," urged Reith. "Helsse! Speak!"
Helsse opened his mouth, uttered a mournful croak. Reith drew back. Helsse watched him incuriously, then returned to his inspection of the dancing field and the dim hills beyond.
Reith joined his comrades to the side where Zarfo poured him a pot of ale. "What of the Yao? Is he mad?"
"I don't know. He might be feigning. Or under hypnotic control. Or drugged."
Zarfo took a long draft from his pot, wiped the foam from his nose. "The Yao might think it a favor were we to cure him."
"No doubt," said Reith, "but how?"
"Why not call in a Dugbo practitioner?"
"What might that be?"
Zarfo jerked his thumb to the east. "The Dugbo have a camp back of town: shiftless folk in rags and tatters, given to thieving and vice, and musicians to boot. They worship demons, and their practitioners perform miracles."
"So you think the Dugbo can cure Helsse?"
Zarfo drained his pot. "If he is feigning, I assure you he won't feign long."
Reith shrugged. "We have no better occupation for a day or two.
"Exactly my way of thinking," said Zarfo.
The Dugbo practitioner was a spindly little man dressed in brown rags and boots of uncured leather. His eyes were a luminous hazel, his russet hair was confined in three greasy knobs. On his cheek pale cicatrices worked and jumped as he spoke. He did not appear to consider Reith's requirements surprising and with clinical curiosity studied Helsse, who sat sardonically indifferent in one of the wicker chairs.
The practitioner approached Helsse, looked into his eyes, inspected his ears, and nodded as if a suspicion had been verified. He signaled the fat youth who assisted him, then ducking behind Helsse touched him here and there while the youth held a bottle of black essence under Helsse's nose. Helsse presently became passive and relaxed into the chair. The practitioner set heaps of incense alight and fanned the fumes into Helsse's face. Then, while the youth played a nose flute the practitioner sang: secret words, close to Helsse's ears. He put a wad of clay into Helsse's hand; Helsse furiously began to mold the clay and presently set up a mutter.
The practitioner signaled to Reith. "A simple case of possession. Notice: the evil flows from the fingers into the clay. Talk to him if you like. Be gentle but command, and he will answer you." "Helsse," said Reith, "describe your association with Adam Reith."
In a clear voice Helsse spoke. "Adam Reith came to Settra. There had been rumor and speculation, but when he arrived, all was different. By strange chance he came to Blue Jade, my personal vantage, and there I saw him first. Dordolio came after and in his rage maligned Reith as one of the 'cult': a man who fancied himself from the far world Home. I spoke with Adam Reith but learned only confusion. To clarify by acquiescence, third of the Ten Techniques, I took him to the headquarters of the 'cult' and received contradictions. A courier new to Settra followed us. I could not dramatically divert, sixth of the Techniques.
Adam Reith killed the courier and took a message of unknown importance; he would not allow me inspection; I could not comfortably insist. I referred him to a Lokhar, again 'clarifying by acquiescence': as it eventuated, the wrong technique. The Lokhar read far into the message. I ordered Reith assassinated.
The attempt was bungled. Reith and his band fled south. I received instructions to accompany him and penetrate his motivations. We journeyed east to the Jinga River and downstream by boat. On an island-" Helsse gave a gasping cry and sank back, rigid and trembling.
The practitioner waved smoke into Helsse's face and pinched his nose. "Return to the 'calm' state, and henceforth, when your nose is pinched, return; this shall be an absolute injunction. Now then, answer such questions as are put to you."
Reith asked, "Why do you spy on Adam Reith?"
"I am obligated to do so; furthermore I enjoy such work."
"Why are you obligated?"
"All Wankhmen must serve Destiny."