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ever mentions it? One hears enough for the other side.”
    “God! Don’t I know it. ‘Only four hundred and ninety-six days till I get out of this sand pit.’ Yes, I suppose so. It’s a strange country, especially this corner of it, and if it gets too much in your blood it makes you strange too. And you don’t really want to call attention to it.”
    She recalled that conversation as she rode; and now she saw Cassie and Beth jogging toward her. She was thinking again of Corlath, and trying to recall what little she knew of the Free Hillfolk. Jack had been reluctant to talk about them, and his evasiveness led her to believe that he knew quite a lot about them, because he was always open about saying he didn’t know something. He was trying to spare her, perhaps, from her uncomfortable passion.
    Oh, glory, she thought, and with a quick leap her curiosity transformed itself into excitement: I do hope he’s there when we get back.
    The question of what to tell her friends died painlessly. As soon as their ponies came abreast Beth said: “Is he here yet?”
    Harry was expecting a good-morning-and-how-are-you and for a moment didn’t know who was meant.
    “Corlath,” said Cassie. “Jack came to our house to see Daddy before breakfast, told him to go up to the Residency, that they would need him there.” Mr. Peterson and Jack Dedham were the only people in the station who knew Hill-speech even passably fluently. Most Darians who had much contact with Homelanders learned Homelander. Harry had picked up a few Darian words, but only a few; no Homelander had thought to write a Darian grammar for general use, and when she inquired further was told that there was no need for her to learn it. The only person who encouraged her, and who had taught her the words she did know, was Jack Dedham, and he had not the time to spare for more. Sir Charles was reasonably articulate in Darian speech, but uncomfortable about it. He felt a responsible commissioner should know the language of those he oversees, but it made him no happier to fulfill his own expectations. He kept an interpreter near at hand.
    “Corlath,” breathed Beth, as if the name were a charm. “Daddy says that the Hillfolk have never liked us much—”
    “We’ve always known that,” put in Cassie.
    “—so he’ll probably slip in and out again and we’ll never even see him.”
    “I’ve permission to invite you to lunch,” said Harry. “If he’s there at all, we’ll see him.”
    “Oh, how wonderful!” said Beth. “Surely even he won’t have finished his business before lunch. Let’s not ride far; we should see something when he comes, and then we’ll know when to ride back. It’s very tiresome to have a real king come to visit and not even have an excuse to meet him.”
    “Do you know anything of the Free Hillfolk?” said Harry. They rode at an angle away from the Residency, where they could keep an eye on it over their shoulders. “I don’t. No one will tell me anything.”
    They both laughed. “The Hillfolk are the best-kept secret in Daria,” said Cassie. “I mean, we know they exist. Some of them come here—to the station, I mean—for the spring Fair.” Harry looked at her. “Oh, surely Lady Amelia has told you about our Fair,” Cassie said. “After three months of the rains we come out of hiding and work off our foul temper by holding a Fair—”
    “—where we sell to each other all the ridiculous little bags and bonnets and dolls and footstools that we’ve made during the rains to keep from going mad because we couldn’t go out,” Beth continued.
    “Yes, most of it is nonsense. But everyone is very gay for the first two or three weeks after the rain stops. The weather is cool enough—the only time all year you can go out even at midday; and there’re
green
things growing up from the ground, and everything you own is spread on the roofs and hanging from the windowsills, and they’re green too,” Cassie added with a