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Mogaba elected himself god. With the water around us, keeping the southerners back, he doesnt need to get along with anybody who doesnt agree.

Sindhu said, The black men believe they serve the goddess, mistress. But their heresies are grotesque. They have become worse than unbelievers.

I pricked up my ears. Maybe I would learn something about Sindhus bunch. I had bones to pick with them. I had not yet found any evidence to suggest that it was not them who kidnapped me and took a crack at murdering Mogaba.

Still, I could not imagine why they would bother.

Sindhu and Lady talked. Her questions sounded vaguely doctrinal. Sindhus replies made no sense.

Once Lady interrupted the interview to be sick. A skinny little gink named Narayan, who kept hanging around, seemed inordinately pleased. I noted that Sindhu showed him considerable deference.

I was not happy. The little I knew of their cult assured me that I did not want them influencing my captains.

The interview ended. Blades cronies took me away. I got to hang out with Swan and Mather, meaning I had somebody to speak a reasonable language with for a while, but soon I felt like a forgotten man.

What are we doing? I asked Swan.

I dont know. Cordy and I just tag along behind Her Lordship pretending not to be watching her for the Prabrindrah Drah and Radisha.

Pretending?

Aint much good being a spy if everybody knows it, is there? Anyway, Cordy gets to do all the worrying. Hes the one playing pattycake with the Woman.

You mean that aint just a vicious rumor? Hes really plooking the Radisha?

Hard to believe, aint it? Shes got a face like...Hey! Cordy! Wheres them cards? We got us a pigeon here thinks he can play tonk.

Thinks? Swan, youre gonna think I invented the game if you get into it with me.

Mather was a nondescript character of average height with ginger hair who stood out only because he was white in a land where nobody but harem girls, kept out of the sun from birth, had fair skin. He asked, Willows mouth running away with him again?

Maybe. Ive made a career of playing tonk. Hell, they boot you out of the Black Company if you dont make journeyman player.

Mather shrugged. Then youll twist Willows head back around straight for him. Here. Deal. Ill see if the mighty general Blade wants to sit in.

Swan grumbled, That would take him out of sight of Lady. Sounded like some sour grapes there. Mather showed him a smirk that confirmed my guess.