“I think not,” Alberich agreed quietly. Although he did not know this man Dethor—he knew the species. Another warrior. Someone who would think as he thought. As comfortable a Valdemaran to share living space with as he was likely to find.

“Then have them fetch his things over. As of now, he’s an Internee with classes. I know the rules as well as you, but rules are made to be broken, now and then. Just tell Talamir what I’ve done, Sendar will decree it, and there’ll be an end to argument.”

:This is better than I had hoped for,: Kantor said, sounding pleased. :Dethor fought on the Border, you see. We weren’t altogether certain what he’d think of you.:.

:Why didn’t you ask his Companion?: Alberich asked.

:Because Dethor doesn’t have much consistency in the way of Mindspeech. Pahshen doesn’t always know what he’s thinking. The bond is there, and they do just fine, but when Dethor closes up—well, he’s unreadable, and he’s been completely unreadable where you are concerned.:

Ah. That put a different complexion on things.

“I’ll see to it,” Jadus said, and turned to look at the gaping children. “Shouldn’t you be practicing?” he asked pointedly.

They flushed and looked guilty, especially the eldest, and gathered up their equipment and went back to the archery field. Alberich followed Dethor back into the building.

At the back wall was a door, half hidden in the paneling, the same door that Kimel, the man in the blue uniform, had come through. Alberich followed Dethor through that door as well, into a long and narrow room with seating and a wall of windows that looked out on a rather unprepossessing stretch of meadow and bushes.

“Come in here, and I’ll show you how to clean up,” the old man said, waving him on. Apparently there was an entire suite of rooms here, behind the salle. Through another door, Alberich found Dethor waiting in a tiny room tiled floor-to-ceiling in white ceramic, holding a lit fireplace squib.

“Take this, reach up, and light that,” the old man said, pointing to a metal container that looked very like a candle with an enormously fat wick. Pipes led up through the ceiling, and also from the bottom of the drum across to a perforated disk suspended from the middle of the ceiling. “Then turn that spigot, and you’ll get a warm rain shower out of that plate. There’s a box of soap there, and I’ll bring you a towel; by the time you’re clean, Jadus will have brought your things here and I’ll have a new uniform for you. Then we can talk.”

Then we can talk. Words both ominous and positive. This man had fought against Karse on the Border—but he had just brought Alberich into his personal quarters, and he was going to talk.