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 advice；〃 he said； 〃would be for you to answer that question you asked me； when we first met I asked Beemus to recall the words exactly。〃
Beemus knelt in his chair and whispered in the king's ear。 Domas was his trumpet； sounding my own speech back to me。 〃 'That we have much to gain from this experience is obvious。 But； I wonder； sir： what benefit are we to you？〃
The king pulled away from Beemus。 He said； 〃Answer that。 And answer it well。〃
I had to laugh； for the king had done what he'd accused me of doing； and so there I sat； my own lap full to overflowing with what I had hoped to heap in his。 The laugh came without thought of the king's presence； the grin that was his appreciative reply made me glad I'd reacted so openly。 Then I said； 〃Very well； Your Majesty； I shall attempt just that I won't dress up our needs by extolling my city's abilities as traders； with a wider area of merce than any other land。 Nor will I boast of my family's achievements； and its reputation for honesty。 You know these things； or I would not be here； and even if I were； you would not involve yourself in such a discussion。〃 The king nodded。 Encouraged； I pressed on。 〃Profit is not my motive； sir。 And profit was not the motive of my people when they sent me to seek your favor。 Here is what I want； sir。 And I will put it plainly to you as I know how。〃
I told him about Orissa； and the good people who made it a city； rather than mere structures scattered by a river。 I told him of our dreams and hopes； and our evils； as well。 I retraced our recent suffering； lingering； as honesty demanded； on my own losses and sorrows。 Then I confessed how I had viewed all the wonders of Vacaan as I traveled up the river to his court； and coveted them to enlighten and protect my own people。 I spilled it out； never hesitating to check the flow； praying the king was not viewing me as a young fool for my honesty。 When I was done with this preamble； I sat back for breath； and to take measure of what effect； if any； my words had worked。
Domas was silen