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After that, Vyrtl sat back and allowed his cohorts to promulgate a number of minor, harassing conditions. These would satisfy their egos to some degree, keep the Jursans aware of the folly of questioning his authority again, and show their envoy how things might have gone had Vyrtl not been merciful.
In the end, he added one condition of his own.
"It will be necessary," he said, "to hold frequent conferences on these affairs. If the Jursan Council should appoint their envoy as permanent ambassador to our court, we should be inclined to approve."
It was tantamount to a command, but the girl showed no resentment. Not that Vyrtl expected anything so rash as outward reluctanceโbut a lifetime of piercing the flattery of courtiers had made him a shrewd reader of facial expressions.
He granted permission for an immediate broadcasting of the treaty, overriding Tzyfol's desire for deeper consideration in favor of Daphne Foster's plea that delay would cost lives.
After having copies of the rather simple document drawn up for the facsimile broadcasters, Vyrtl gave her leave to depart. Without seeming to watch, he admired her gait as she walked from the conference chamber.
fterwards, he left the generals to their post-mortem and retired with Wilkins to a private balcony for a bottle of wine.
"How did it go?" he asked, leaning back more comfortably when his aide had removed the heavy robe.
"You were most generous, Sire, or so I thought."
"It is a virtue that requires a public display now and then, to strengthen the roots of the myth that grows from it. Too bad old Tzyfol failed to see that. Why do you suppose he tried to be obstinate?"
"I expect, Sire, he disliked having an old woman seem to get the better of him after he had won the military victory."
Vyrtl laughed indulgently and sipped his wine.
"Even Tzyfol," added Wilkins, "might have been generous had she been young and pretty. Unfortunately, I suppose, it takes an old head to be an envoy."
The Emperor set his glass down very carefully.
"What did you say?" he demanded evenly.
Wilkins stared, with the expression of a man who fears he may suddenly recall having used an obscene word in polite company, or having bragged falsely and unwittingly of tax-evasion to an imperial collector.
Vyrtl repeated his question in a tone a note higher.
"I-I-I said that if she were young and p-prettyโ"
"How old do you think she was?" rasped Vyrtl.
"About s-s-seventy. Maybe seventy-five."
"What?"
He surged to his feet, overturning the table. Immediately the glass doors opening on the balcony were flung back with a splintering crash.
Four gleaming guardsmen charged out with drawn weapons, each obviously aching to become a hero. Wilkins prudently stood rooted, peering at them from the corner of his eye.
Vyrtl recovered his poise with an effort.
"As you were!" he ordered. "Help General Wilkins pick up the table I knocked over. Clumsy thing!"
It was done, and the guard captain apologized for the doors.
"Relax, Wilkins," said Vyrtl when they were again alone. "It just occurred to me that I ought to have another word with that woman. Have someone get hold of her at once!"
He left the disordered balcony and waited in a nearby library. The books lining the walls were real, he noticed idlyโanother painstaking point by the designer of the palace.
There Wilkins found him presently, to report that the Jursan envoy was already on her way back to that planet.
"I called the landing field guard," he explained, "but she had already taken off. His spotters swept space for them and got a curve on the ship."
"Of course," mused Vyrtl. "The treaty has been broadcast."
"Shall I have the patrols close in on her rocket?"
"No." The Emperor pondered a moment. "Have a telescreen set up in here so we can speak directly."
A frenzied bustle ensued as Wilkins directed a platoon of awed techs through the process of bringing the mountain to Mohammed. In the end, the Jursan ship was in communication. The aide called for Daphne Foster, then stood aside.
Vyrtl was glad, when she appeared, that Wilkins had placed a deep armchair before the screen for him.
Was this the woman with whom he hadโ?
he was still tall, but her white hair gave her the look of the seventy years with which Wilkins had credited her. Deep laugh-wrinkles bracketed the mouth, with more at the corners of the still bright eyes. The delicate bones of her face were more prominent.
There was nevertheless a clear resemblance to the Daphne Foster he had received earlier.
She looks ... she looked, thought Vyrtl, as this woman might have looked when she was young ... or might have wanted to look.
No, that was not quite it.
As she knew a man would have liked her to look!
The woman on the screen spoke, her eyes smiling into his in a manner that was painfully familiar.
"Your Illustrious Sublimity has become the first to share my little secret."
Vyrtl, with a concentration of will, prevented his eyes from peeping sidelong at Wilkins' expression.
"We are somewhat surprised," he said, knowing it for an asinine remark but afraid to risk his dignity by being plainer.
"Of course," she said, "I hardly expect it to make any difference in the imperial announcement of peace, but if any clarification is desired of me, I shall be happy to oblige."
Vyrtl thought furiously. Had he actually said anything to Wilkins or anyone else? He tried to remember every word spoken at the conference. It seemed to him there had been one or two slips, but they had been taken for imperial witticisms.
No, he was safe enough. The Jursan Council and their technicians naturally must know the "clarification" offered him, but they would know better than to publicize it. He could afford to show no mercy if they did. As things stood, it might be best to stand by his published word.
"We desire," he said slowly, "that you, as ambassador, return immediately. You will have every facility to communicate with your government, to repay the inconvenience."
The old woman stared him in the eye, then bowed silently.
Vyrtl saw that she realized what it might mean. He hoped she would not arrange an "accident" before her ship returned.
He had Wilkins take over and check with the captain of the rocket. It was determined that the best effort would bring the ship back to the dome on Klo about "mid-morning." Vyrtl left orders that the woman was to be brought before him the moment she arrived, and retired for the night.
He found Xota sprawled confidently upon his bed, and kicked her off in a temper. His groping had found no loose object to fling after her as she slunk out the door, and that made his temper worse. He was a long time getting to sleep....
he next morning, he pecked at his breakfast and sneered at the artificial dawn that had been delayed for his benefit.
"Get me a lozard and a squad of guards!" he snarled to Wilkins. "I'll have a run through the woods while I wait."
He left the guards at the fringes of his engineers' forest and rode the eight-legged reptile recklessly among the huge trunks. Since the builder had artfully omitted all low branches, there was little chance of his knocking his head off.
Towards noon, he paused to rest at the little pool on the edge of the woods. He waved to a group of guards he saw peering at him across an open field of what looked very much like grass. One of the men ran over.
"The Jursan envoy is back, Your Illustrious Sublimity."
Vyrtl sighed.
"Tell General Wilkins to bring her here immediately."
He turned away and sat upon a flat stone beside the pool.
After a while, he noticed that the ground was liberally supplied with pebbles for casting into the water. He was watching the spreading ripples about fifteen minutes later when he heard approaching voices behind him.
A glance over his shoulder showed him Wilkins and two guards escorting the old woman. He turned away, tossing another pebble into the pool with a half-hearted motion of his arm.
When Wilkins coughed discreetly behind him, he told the aide and the guards to withdraw. He listened to the footsteps until he knew they were beyond range of ordinary conversation.
"You are the same Daphne Foster?" he asked, still facing the pool.
"The same, Your Illustrious Sublimity."
"Let us dispense with formality. Tell me how you did it."
"It is simple ... in a way. But it requires the use of a not-so-simple instrument."
"Such as I?" he asked, apparently intent upon the water.
"I did not mean Your IllustriousโI did not mean it that way. It is a little triumph of our Jursan technicians, which will shortly be at your disposal. I used it to force an illusion upon you."
"And very cleverly, I admit. Do you have it with you?"
"Yes. It is compact. It merely operates upon the idea that other forces can be used to produce hypnosis besides lights, drugs, and soothing sounds."
"Turn it on!" ordered Vyrtl.
e waited a moment, then twisted around on the stone to face her. There was no sign of the woman he had seen crossing the field. Before him seemed to stand the black-haired, lithe girl.
The only change was in her eyes, which no longer smiled into his so provocatively.
Funny, thought Vyrtl. When we actually were strangers, she seemed so intimate. Only now does she look at me so coldly.
"You see?" she said, and started to reach for some switch or button concealed by the jewel at her breast.
Vyrtl stopped her with a gesture.
"You must also be skilled in the sciences of the mind," he remarked. "What I mean is ... I suppose you never really looked like that?"
She shook her head a trifle ruefully.
"Not quite. Most of it is in your own imagination. We know a good deal about you, Yourโ"
"You deduced somehow what I would look for," interrupted Vyrtl, nodding. "I can see how a study of the things I chose to have about meโpaintings, statues, furnishings, even peopleโmight yield keys to my preferences. You did remarkably well."
He tossed another pebble and stared at the ripples.
"I suppose every man has his ideal of a woman," he said. "I doubt that any man has seen his absolute idealโexcept me. I wonder if you know what it does to one?"
He chose a flat pebble and sent it skipping across the surface with a vicious snap of his wrist. It bounced three ... four ... five times, and sank.
"I presume," said Daphne Foster, breaking a tight little silence, "that you will grant me time to set my affairs in order?"
Vyrtl weighed a pebble in his hand.
"You expect to be executed," he stated flatly.
"Naturally, we knew all along that someone would have to pay for tricking you. The Emperor of Pollux must, after all, maintain his dignity."
Vyrtl wondered if he had detected a note of irony in the musical voice. He marveled anew at the pleasure of listening to her. But of course, he reminded himself, he heard his own imagined ideal of what a lovely woman's voice should be.
"No," he said abruptly, swinging about. "I am merely going to insist that you fulfill the terms of the agreement by remaining at my court. I want you near me from now on."
She blinked at that.
"But, surely ... you must realize ... it is only an illusion!" she protested.
"As am I," said Vyrtl. "A figurehead imprisoned in a maze of formalities and so-called pleasures."
e saw that she could not understand what could be wrong with his position.
"Once, when I was very young," he said, "I thought I would rule. But fourteen planets require a whole council of co-ordinators! I gave up that idea and tried to enjoy myself."
She stared at him uncertainly. He waved a hand at the artificial forest.
"It has been like that ever since. They fall all over themselves to devise new ways of getting my attention and to present pleasures and entertainment I am incapable of enjoying. I have more wealth than I can estimate, I sometimes forget which palace I am in, even my wives look alike by now."
"I must sympathize with Your Illustrious Sublimity."
He flung her a hard stare.
"Perhaps you ought! Even my generals and their soldiers have their dreamsโof conquest or loot. The engineer who built this dome pictures himself famous and admired. Wilkins is proud of his influence, and other courtiers have visions of doing away with Wilkins and replacing him."
He stood up restlessly.
"You will laugh at me, I knowโbut there is little enjoyment in life when every whim is catered to at a snap of one's
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