“Uh... What are they here for, anyway?” I asked.
“Some sort of protest over what we've been doing in Kashfa,” she replied. “They've never been friendly with Kashfa, but I'm not sure now whether they're here to protest Kashfa's possible admission to the Golden Circle or whether they're upset about our interfering in Kashfa's domestic affairs. It could be they're afraid they'll lose business with such a close neighbor suddenly enjoying the same preferred trade status they have. Or it may be they had different plans for Kashfa's throne and we just foreclosed them. Maybe. both. Whatever... We can't tell them anything we don't know.”
“I just wanted to know what subjects to avoid,” I said. “All of the above,'' she answered.
“I was wondering the same thing myself,” Llewella said. “I was also wondering, though, whether they might have any useful information on Dalt. Their intelligence service must keep a close eye on doings in and abou Kashfa.”
“Don't pursue that topic,” Vialle said, moving toward the door. “If they let something slip or want to give something away, fine. Bring it home. But don't show them you'd like. to know.”
Vialle took my arm and I guided her out, heading toward the Yellow Room. Llewella produced a small mirror from somewhere and inspected her features. Obviously pleased, she put it away, then remarked, “Lucky you showed up, Merlin. An extra smiling face is always useful at times like this.”
“Why don't I feel lucky?” I said.
We made our way to the room where the prime minister and his daughters waited. Their servants had already retired to the kitchen for refreshments. The official party was still hungry, which says something about protocol, especially since it seemed to take a long while before some trays of provender could be attractively assembled. Orkuz was of medium stature and stocky, his black hair tastefully streaked, the lines on his broad face seeming to indicate that he did a lot more frowning than smiling-a practice in which he indulged most of the while that afternoon. Nayda's was a more pleasingly sculpted version of his face, and though she showed the same tendency towardl corpulence, it was held firmly in check at an attractive level of roundedness. Also, she smiled a lot and she had pretty teeth. Coral, on the other hand, was taller than either her father or sister, slender, her hair a reddish brown. When she smiled it seemed less official. Also, there was something vaguely familiar about her. I wondered whether I had met her at some boring reception years before. If I had, though, I felt I might have remembered.
After we had been introduced and wine had been poured, Orkuz made a brief comment to Vialle about “recent distressing news” concerning Kashfa. Llewella and I quickly moved to her side for moral support, but she simply said that such matters would have to be dealt with fully upon Random's return, and that for the moment she wished merely to see to their comfort. He was completely agreeable to this, even to the point of smiling. I had the impression he just wanted the purpose of his visit on the recorD immediately. Llewella quickly fumed the conversation to the matter of his journey, and he graciously allowed the subject to be changed. Politicians are wonderfully programmed.
I learned later that the Begman ambassador wasn't even aware of his arrival, which would seem to indicate that Orkuz had come so quickly he had preceded any notification to their . embassy. And he hadn't even bothered dropping in there, but had come straight to the palace and had a message sent over. I leanned this a little later, when he asked to have the message delivered. Feeling somewhat supernumerary to Llewella's and Vialle's graceful cascades of neutral talk, I dropped back a pace to plan my escape. I was not at all interested in whatever game was being set up.
Coral backed off also and sighed. Then she glanced at me and smiled, surveyed the room quickly and came closer.
“I've always wanted to visit Amber,” she said then.
“Is it the way you imagined it?” I asked.
“Oh, yes. So far. Of course, I haven't seen that much of it yet...
I nodded, and we , withdrew a little farther from the others.
“Have I met you somewhere before?” I asked.
“I don't think so,” she said. “I haven't traveled that much, and I don't believe you've been out our way. Have you?”
“No, though I've grown curious about it recently. '
“I do know something of your background, though,” she went on, “just from general gossip. I know you're from the Courts of Chaos; and I know you went to school on that Shadow world you Amberites seem to visit so frequently. I've often wondered what it was like.”
I took the bait and I began telling her about school and my job, about a few places I'd visited and things I'd enjoyed doing. We made our way to a sofa across the room as I spoke, and we got more comfortable. Orkuz, Nayda, Llewella, and Vialle didn't seem to miss us, and if I had to be here I found talking with Coral more enjoy– able ,than listening to them. Not to monopolize things, though, I asked her about herself.
She began telling me of a girlhood spent in and around Begma, of her fondness for the outdoors-of horses and of boating on the many lakes and rivers in that region -of books she had read, and of relatively innocent dabblings in magic. A member of the household staff came in just as she was getting around to a description of some interesting rites performed by members of the local farming community to insure the fertility of the crops, and she approached Vialle and told her something. Several more staff members were in view outside the doorway. Vialle then said something to Orkuz and Nayda,· who nodded and moved toward the entrance. Llewella departed the group and. came our way.
“Coral,” she said, “your suite is ready. One of the staff wilt show you where it is. Perhaps you'd like to freshen up or rest after your journey.”
We got to our feet.
“I'm not really tired,” Coral said, looking at me rather than Llewella, a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.
What the hell. I suddenly realized I had been enjoying
her company, so, “If you'd care to change into something simpler,” I said, “I'll be glad to show you a bit of the town. Or the palace.”
It became a full smile worth seeing.
“I'd much rather do that,” she said.
“Then I'll meet you back here in about half an hour,” I told her.
I saw her out, and accompanied her and the others as far as the foot of the big stairway. In that I still had on my Levi's and purple shirt, I wondered whether I should change into something more in keeping with local fashion. The hell with it, I decided then. We were just going to be knocking around. I'd simply add my swordbelt and weapons, a cloak, and my best boots. Might trim my beard, though, since I had a little time. And maybe a quick manicure...
“Uh, Merlin...”
It was Llewella, her hand on my elbow, steering me toward an alcove. I allowed myself to be steered.
Then, “Yes?” I said. “What's up?”
“Hm...,” she said. “Kind of cute, isn't she?” “I suppose so,” I replied.
“You got the hots for her?”
“Jeez, Llewella! I don't know: I just met the lady.”
“...And made a date with her.”
“Come on! I deserve a break today. I enjoyed talking with her. I'd like to show her around a bit. I think we'd have a good time. What's wrong wish that?”
“Nothing,” she answered, “so long as you keep things in perspective.” ,
“What perspective did you have in mind?”
“It strikes me as faintly curious,” she said, “that Orkuz brought along his two good-looking daughters.” “Nayda is his secretary,” I said, “and Coral's wanted to see the place for some time.”
“Uh-huh, and it would be a very good thing for Begma if one of them just happened to latch onto a member of the family.”
“Llewella, you' too damned suspicious,” I said. “It comes of having lived a long time.”