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She laughed； in spite of herself。
The voice changed again。 〃It is late now； Jehane；〃 said this man who seemed to have found her in the night after all。 〃It may even be too late； but shall we walk together a while； you and I？〃
〃How did you know me？〃 she asked； not answering the question； nor asking the harder one he'd invited。 Not yet。 Not quite yet。 Her heart was loud。 She felt it as a drumbeat in the dark。
〃I think；〃 said Ammar ibn Khairan of Aljais； very slowly； 〃that I should know you in a pitch black room。 I think I would know you anywhere near me in the world。〃 He paused。 〃Is that answer enough； Jehane？ Or too much of one？ Will you say？〃
She heard； for the first time ever； uncertainty in his voice。 And that； more than any other thing； was what made her tremble。
She asked； 〃Why might it be too late？ The blue moon is still high。 The night has a distance to run。〃
He shook his head。 Left a silence。 She heard laughter and applause behind her。 The jugglers had done something new。
Ibn Khairan said； 〃My dear； I have been other things in my time； besides a stag at Carnival。〃
She understood。 For all the wit and edge and irony； there was this grace to him； always； an allowance for her own intelligence。 She said； honestly； 〃I know this； of course。 It is a part of why I'm afraid。〃
〃That is what I meant；〃 he said simply。
All the stories。 Through the years a young girl hearing； against her will； gossip by the well in Fezana； or at the shallow place by the river where the women washed their clothes。 And then； a woman herself； home from studies abroad； hearing the same stories again。 New names； new variations； the same man。 Ibn Khairan of Aljais。 Of Cartada。
Jehane looked at the man in the lion mask and felt something lodge； hard and painful； in the place where her heart was drumming。
He had killed the last khalif of Al…Rassan。
Behind the mask； in the flickering passage of torches all around where they were； she could just glimpse his eyes。 They would be blue if he removed the disguise； if they stood in brighter light。 She became aware that he was waiting for her to speak。
〃Ought I to be afraid？〃 she asked； finally。
And he said； gravely； 〃No more than I； Jehane； in this。〃
Which was what she had needed to hear。 Exactly what she needed； and Jehane； still wondering； still incredulous； took his hand in hers； saying； 〃Let us walk。〃
〃Where would you like to go？〃 he asked； carefully； adjusting his stride to her pace。
〃Where we can be alone；〃 she said steadily； her grip firm； ing home at last to where her heart had been waiting since a summer's day in Fezana。 〃Where we can set aside owl and lion； apt as they might be； and be what we are。〃
〃Flawed as we might be？〃 he asked。
〃How otherwise？〃 she replied； discovering with surprise that her heartbeat had slowed the moment she had taken his hand。 Something occurred to her； unexpectedly。 She hesitated； and then； being what she was； asked； 〃Were you with me earlier； when I stopped outside the barracks？〃
He didn't answer for a moment。 At length he said； 〃Cleverest of women； you do your father and mother proud with every word you speak。 Yes； I was there。 I had already decided I could not approach you tonight before you made that choice on your own。〃
She shook her head； and gripped his hand more tightly。 A thread of fear； she might so easily have gone up those stairs。 〃It wasn't the choice you may have thought it。 It was a matter of hiding； or not。〃
〃I know；〃 he said。 〃Forgive me； my dear； but I know that。〃
His own honesty； risking her ruffled pride。 But she did forgive him this； because the hiding had ended now； on a night of masks； and it was all right that he understood this。 He had approached。 He had found her。
They came to the house he leased。 It was nearer the palace than the quarters she shared with Velaz。 He opened the door to the street with his own key： the steward and servants had been dismissed for the night to their pleasures。 They went inside。
On the street behind them； a figure watched them enter。 He had been following Jehane； and he knew who the lion was。 He hesitated； then decided it was all right to leave her now。 He considered staying out for a while longer but decided against that。 He was tired； and wasn't at all sure how he felt about the alleged delights of Carnival。
Ziri went back to the barracks； spoke briefly with the man on duty in the doorway； then went into the dormitory and to bed。 He was asleep almost immediately； alone in the large room。 All the others were still in the streets。
In Ammar ibn Khairan's house； the servants had left two torches burning to light the entrance hall； and there were candles in the wall sconces。 Before going up the stairs they removed their masks and set them aside and Jehane saw his eyes by the burning of those lights。 This time it was he who stepped towards her and this time； when they kissed； it was not the same…not at all the same…as it had been in her father's room； by the open window the summer before。
And so she discovered that her heartbeat； which had steadied and slowed while they walked； wasn't quite so steady any longer； and the trembling had returned。
They went up the stairs； and they kissed again； slowly； outside his bedroom door； where a spill of candlelight showed in a line along the floor。 She felt his hands around her； strong and sure； drawing her close。 Desire was within her； an ache of need； deep and wide and strong as a river rising in the dark。
His mouth moved from hers； and went to one ear。 Softly he whispered； 〃There is someone in my room。 The candles would not have been left burning there。〃
Her heart thudded once； and seemed actually to stop for a moment before starting to beat again。
They had been silent ascending the stairs； and now here。 Anyone in the bedroom would have heard the front door open； though； and known Ammar was in the house； alone or acpanied。 She asked the question with her eyes only。 His mouth came back to her ear。 〃They want me to know they're here。 I have no idea。 To be safe； go along to the next room。 There's a balcony； shared with mine。 Listen there。 Be careful。〃
She nodded。 〃And you；〃 she murmured； no more than a breath。 〃I want you healthy； after。〃
She felt his soundless laughter。
Afterwards； she would remember that： how utterly unafraid he had been。 Diverted； intrigued； challenged； perhaps。 But not at all frightened； or even disconcerted。 She wondered what woman he had thought might be waiting。 Or what man。
She went along the corridor。 Opened the next door； silently passed within into a dark bedchamber。 Just before she closed the door behind her； she heard Ammar call out； raising his voice； 〃Who is here？ Why are you in my house？〃
And then she heard the reply。
The door to the street would have been easy enough to unlock； and with the servants gone and candles helpfully burning it must have been no trick to find his bedroom。
Ibn Khairan； all his senses still oriented towards the feel and scent of the woman who had just slipped down the corridor； called out to the intruder； his mind struggling to sort through possibilities。 Too many。 Tonight and all nights there were too many people who might be waiting for him in his room。
Even so； even with twenty years of experience in such mysteries； he was not； in fact； prepared。
The door swung open； almost as soon as he called out。 A man stood there； unmasked； in the spill of candlelight from the room。
〃Finally；〃 said King Almalik II of Cartada； smiling。 〃I had begun to fear a journey wasted。〃
It took an extreme effort； all his celebrated poise； but ibn Khairan managed a return smile； and then a bow。 〃Good evening； 'Malik。 My lord king。 This is a surprise。 A long journey； it must have been。〃
〃Almost two weeks； Ammar。 The roads were not good at all。〃
〃Were you extremely unfortable？〃 Polite questions。 Buying time for thoughts to begin to organize themselves。 If Almalik of Cartada was taken in Ragosa； the balance of power in Al…Rassan would change； at a stroke。
〃Tolerably。〃 The young man who had been his protege for three years smi
