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interested in state secrets,” she said, “though I know Nayda usually accompanies her father in a secretarial capacity.”
    “So?”
    “Did her sister come along or did she stay home?”
    “That would be Coral, wouldn’t it?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    “She did,” I replied.
    “Thank you,” she said, and returned to her food.
    Damn.   What was that about? Did she know something concerning Coral that I didn’t? Something that might bear on her present, indeterminate state? If so, what might it cost me to find out?
    “Why?” I said then.
    “Just curious,” she replied.   “I knew the family in...happier times.”
    Jasra sentimental?   Never.   What then?
    “Supposing the family had a problem or two?” I asked.  
    “Apart from Nayda’s possession by the ty’iga?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “I would be sorry to hear that,” she said.   “What problem?”
    “Just a little captivity thing involving Coral.”
    There came a small clatter as she dropped her fork and it fell upon her plate.
    “What are you talking about?” she asked.
    “A misplacement,” I said.
    “Of Coral? How? Where?”
    “It depends partly on how much you really know about her,” I explained.
    “I’m fond of the girl.   Don’t toy with me.   What happened?”
    More than a little puzzling.   But not the answer I was after.
    “You knew her mother pretty well?”
    “Kinta.   I’d met her, at diplomatic functions.   Lovely lady.”
    “Tell me about her father.”
    “Well, he’s a member of the royal house, but of a branch not in the line of succession.   Before he was prime minister, Orkuz was the Begman ambassador to Kashfa.   His family was in residence with him, so naturally I saw him at any number of affairs-“
    She looked up when she realized I was staring at her through the Sign of the Logrus, across her Broken Pattern.   Our eyes met, and she smiled.
    “Oh.   You did ask about her father,” she said.   Then she paused, and I nodded.   “So there’s truth in that rumor,” she observed at last.
    “You didn’t really know?”
    “There are so many rumors in the world, most of them impossible to check.   How am I to know which of them hold truth? And why should I care?”
    “You’re right, of course,” I said.   “Nevertheless...”
    “Another of the old boy’s by-blows,” she said.   “Does anyone keep score?   It’s a wonder he had any time for affairs of state.”
    “Anyone’s guess,” I said.
    “To be frank then, in addition to knowing the rumor I’d heard, there was indeed a family resemblance.   I couldn’t judge on that count, though, not being personally acquainted with most of the family.   You’re saying there’s truth in it?”
    “Yes.”
    “Just because of the resemblance, or is there something more?”
    “Something more.”
    She smiled sweetly and retrieved her fork.
    “I’ve always enjoyed that fairy-tale revelation which sees one rise in the world.”
    “I also,” I said, and I resumed eating.
    Mandor cleared his throat.
    “It seems hardly fair,” he said, “to tell only part of a story.”
    “You’re right,” I agreed.
    Jasra returned her gaze to me and sighed.
    “All right,” she said, “I’ll ask.   How did you know for cer-Oh.   Of course.   The Pattern.”
    I nodded.
    “Well, well, well.   Little Coral, Mistress of the Pattern.   This was a fairly recent occurrence?”
    “Yes.”
    “I suppose she is off somewhere in Shadow now-celebrating.”
    “I wish I knew.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “She’s gone, but I don’t know where.   And it’s the Pattern that did it to her.”
    “How?”
    “Good question.   I don’t know.”
    Mandor cleared his throat.
    “Merlin,” he said, “perhaps there are some matters” - he rotated his left hand - “that on reflection you may wish-“
    “No,” I said.   “Ordinarily discretion would rule-perhaps even with you, my brother, as a Lord of Chaos.   And certainly in the case of Your