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rearranging them； if you will； until they have the same form as gold。 In fact； it is gold； and no longer whatever the material they chose to make it from。〃
I blew out a long breath。 〃I have followed you as far as I can； my friend；〃 I said。 〃But I fear you lost me where a single grain of sand was revealed to be not one； but many grains； and those so small I have not vision enough to see them。〃
〃If you understand only that；〃 Janos said with a smile； 〃you understand all。 Right now that makes you as wise as me。〃 Gloom returned to darken his features and make him worry at his beard。 〃Do not misunderstand my scoffings at these folk；〃 he said。 〃I did not mean to diminish their acplishments。 I was only putting them into perspective。 There are many secrets worth having here。 Many； indeed。 And I am sure there are many clever fellows about； if only they would let me meet them。〃
I exploded laughter as that fearful if raised its head again。 Janos caught it and joined in。 Then he looked past me； and I heard footsteps pad out onto the balcony。 I turned to see one of my servants； a message fluttering in his hand。 〃What is it？〃 I asked； reaching for it。
The servant shook his head； saying； 〃Pardon； my lord； but it is not for you。 It is for Sir Greycloak。〃
Janos frowned as he grasped the message； absently muttering thanks。 The frown turned to glee as he read the message。 〃Who is it from？〃 I asked。
Janos waved the paper at me； victorious。 〃Prince Raveline；〃 he cried。 〃And he wants to see me immediately！〃 He jumped up and gave me a hug。 〃At last； one of those clever fellows。 Now we shall see what we shall see。〃
He made a hasty good…bye and rushed out； hurling promises over his shoulder that he would tell all when he was done。 I sat； moody； watching as Janos ran out of the palace and rushed across the sprawling grounds to his gondola tied to my palace's main dock。 My mood was laced with jealousy as well as suspicion of Raveline's intentions。 I saw no humor when I resumed that bitter roundelay： If only the king would see me。 And if he should see me： if only he would…
The circle broke abruptly as I saw Janos' boat cross paths with another。 This boat was smoothing toward the docks he had just left。 It carried the royal crest on its sides。 When it stopped； a man hopped off before it had been properly tied to a bollard。 I leaned over the rail； anxious for a better view。 I saw a little man with a most unremarkable appearance； and as he scampered to my palace door； I knew he was Beemus； ing to fetch me to the king。
I WAS TAKEN directly to the king's private chambers。 I noticed little grandeur on the way； my mind was too full of speeches quickly devised and just as quickly discarded。 The long wait； coupled with suspense； had scattered my previous plans into confusion。 I barely noticed the huge doors we stopped before； or the absence of guards。 I only saw the doors as an obstacle and raised a hand to push them open。 A whisper from Beemus stayed that presumptuous hand。 He put his finger to his lips for silence； then cupped his ear； bidding me to listen。 As we stood there； I heard the strains of the most wonderful music wafting through the closed doors。 The notes were faint； but still formed the body that makes melody； and the ghostly snatches I heard made me yearn to hear more。 Beemus motioned to follow him away from the doors and down a long； narrow corridor that circled the king's chambers。 We came to a small door； which we entered； and I found myself hi a curtained vestibule。 The music swelled louder； more wondrous than before。 Beemus parted the curtains and led me through。 The chamber was dim； but in front of me I could see a hulking presence that could only be the king。 He was seated； and his back was turned； but there was no mistaking that big head resting on a brawny arm。 Beemus pushed me forward； and I stumbled against a chair beside Domas。 The king didn't seem to notice the stumble； the scrape that followed； or the sigh of the soft pillow when I sat next to him。 Beemus' shadow flittered to the other side and flowed up into the vacant seat on the king's left。 I was tense in Domas' silent presence； then I saw that his eyes were closed in soft concentration； and there was a small； delighted smile on his features。 Then the music teased tension from its nest； and I turned to listen and see who could make such lovely sounds。
I saw her shadow first； cast large on the wavering curtain that framed her。 She was turned to the side； arms uplifted in a piper's classic stance。 The shadow arms were long and slender； the wrists gracefully tilted； the fingers arched in dance on the pipes。 A smooth brow bent low； but I could see the flutter of lashes and the quiver of upper lip as she kissed the notes and blew them through the pipes。 Then I looked down and saw the shadow's mistress； small in the light that bathed the platform where she sat。 She wore a simple white robe； belted with a gold sash。 Her arms were bare to the shoulder； and the robe cut a modest circle about her slender neck。 Her features were sharply defined； as if chiseled by a sculptor； but softened and blended to a more artistic whole； as if that sculptor had spent the remainder of her life polishing the work。 Her hair was dark in the light； but when she shifted to form another stream of notes； I saw a gleam of red tresses； red like my own。
I heard the king whisper； 〃Isn't she lovely？〃 His whisper seemed to snatch my own thoughts； but his eyes were still closed。 The question had been directed inward； and it meant the music； not its maker。 I turned back to open myself more fully and let the music wash over me。 I had always loved music over all the arts； but this was music that turned boy's love to mature worship。 The piper dusted the air I breathed with precious notes； then made them a gale that swept me away。 I was a ship of the sky in that melodious storm； and peered over the rail to see wonders that made all others hollow。 I had never felt so free with that fresh wind beating at my back； and I wanted to stay on this ship forever。
The music shifted smoothly； and I was back in the chamber； listening to the pipes make a different song。 A strange feeling caught me； then； as if I knew what was about to happen next。 Somehow I knew the piper would lift her head； and as I saw her do so … her lips never leaving the pipes … I also knew her eyes would search for mine。 The thrill I experienced when they met was even greater for having known it would e。 I believed I saw a similar shock hit her； and then I was bending forward as her music made a question。 The notes were eager； but there was a shyness as well： trepidation that es with past hurts。 The music must have found an answer in me； for it was suddenly very glad。
Gladness swelled in me in return； and I saw her eyes glisten； and I felt the caress of love's familiar fingers。 Then suddenly； Deoce's image jumped up； and the fingers burned with guilt's sting。 I fled that musical joining as if it were a fanged demon and retreated to the numb loneliness of the cave where I had dwelt so long。 The woman's eyes showed shocked injury； and her body sagged as if she had suffered a heavy blow。 Then she steadied； and the pipe's notes lifted； grasping for angry stones to hurl at the woman's betrayer。 But as I forced my eyes away； I saw her give a sudden nod； and the anger turned to a sweet pletion of the song。
Silence draped the chamber for many long moments； a silence that honored great artistry。 I heard the king whisper appreciation。 The piper rose； bowed thanks； and vanished behind the curtain。 But just as the lights bloomed up； the woman gave me one last look； regret stabbed； then she was gone。 I turned to the king； shaken； but determined to regain strength of purpose。 He was looking at me； a bit oddly； I thought； then the look shifted as he grinned。
〃That was Omerye；〃 Domas said。
I pretended idle interest； but felt the thrill of recognition once more。 〃Thank you； Your Majesty；〃 I said。 〃Now I know whose name to praise when I tell my friends of that wonderful music。〃
Domas laughed and struck my knee。 〃e now； you were more taken than that。 And it wasn't just the music； I warrant。〃 I stuttered denial； but it only gave Domas greater delight。 〃Never mind；〃 he said。 〃I won't press further。 But I shall tell you this； as one good man to another： Omerye is no courtesan； as you might be thinking。 She's one of my kingdom's finest artists； and can choose； or reject as she likes。〃 More stuttering as I thanked him for information I really didn't need。 But the king was bored with matchmaking and turned quickly to his reasons for the meeting。
〃You want to open trade；〃 Domas said； blunt as usual。 〃And I will tell you straight … without hints of this and that and the other … I am considering approval。〃
〃I am honored and greatly pleased； Your Majesty；〃 I said。 〃But what can I tell you to turn that consideration into a contract？〃
Domas nudged Beemus。 'This fellow keeps growing in my estimation；〃 he said； jabbing a thumb at me。 〃If he weren't a merchant I'd make him an adviser。 Did you notice how he tossed that right back in my lap？ Causing no offense； in doing so？' Beemus whispered that； yes； he'd noticed The king returned to me。 〃My adv