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He grinned again。 〃Did I give you one？ Oh； dear。 I was trying my pedant's manner。 I've been asked to give a lecture on the ethics of trade at the university this summer。 I'm in training。 I have to give long； sweeping answers to everything。〃
〃Not this morning；〃 Jehane said； 〃or we'll never do what we have to do。〃 She began walking； the men fell into step on either side of her。
〃I thought it was a good answer；〃 Alvar said quietly。
They both glanced at him。 There was a little silence。
〃So did I；〃 said Jehane； finally。 〃But we shouldn't be encouraging him。〃
〃Encouragement；〃 Husari said grandly； striding along in his black boots； 〃never matters to the true scholar； filled with zeal and vigor in his pursuit of truth and knowledge； his solitary quest； on roads apart from the paths trod by lesser men。〃
〃See what I mean；〃 Jehane said。
〃Let's try；〃 said Alvar； 〃to find him a better vest。〃
They turned a corner； into a street they'd been told to look for； and then all three of them stopped in their tracks。 Even Husari； who had seen many cities in his time。
Ragosa was always vibrant； always colorful。 When the sun shone and the sky and the lake were blue as a Kindath cloak the city could almost be said to gleam in the light： marble and ivory and the mosaics and engravings of arch and doorway。 Even so； nothing in half a year had prepared Alvar for this。
Along the length of the narrow； twisting laneway temporary stalls had been hastily thrown together； scores of them； their tables laden with masks of animals and birds； real and fabulous； in a riot of colors and forms。
Jehane laughed in delight。 Husari shook his head； grinning。 On the other side of the laneway； young Ziri's mouth hung open； Alvar felt like doing the same thing。
He saw a wolf's head； a stallion； a saffron…bright sunbird； an extraordinarily convincing； appalling fire ant mask…and these were all on the first table of the lane。
A woman approached them； walking the other way； beautifully dressed and adorned。 A slave behind her carried an exquisite creation： a leather and fur mask of a mountain cat's head； the collar encrusted with gems。 There was a loop on the collar for a leash； the woman was carrying the leash； Alvar saw： it looked like beaten and worked gold。 That ensemble must have cost a fortune。 It must have taken half a year to make。 The woman slowed as she came up to the three of them； then she smiled at Alvar； meeting his eyes as she went by。 Alvar turned to watch her go。 Ibn Musa laughed aloud； Jehane raised her eyebrows。
〃Remember that mask； my friend！〃 Husari chortled。 〃Remember it for tomorrow！〃 Alvar hoped he wasn't blushing。
They had met on this mild； fragrant morning to buy disguises of their own for the night when torches would burn until dawn in the streets of Ragosa。 A night when the city would wele the spring…and celebrate the birth day of King Badir…with music and dancing and wine； and in other ways notably distant from the ascetic strictures of Ashar。 And from the teachings of the clerics of Jad； and the high priests of the Kindath； too； for that matter。
Notwithstanding the clearly voiced opinions of their spiritual leaders； people came to Ragosa from a long way off； sometimes travelling for weeks from Ferrieres or Batiara…though there was still snow in the passes east…to join the Carnival。 The return of spring was always worth celebrating； and King Badir； who had reigned since the Khalifate fell； was a man widely honored； and even loved； whatever the wadjis might say about him and his Kindath chancellor。
They strolled through the thronged lane； twisting and turning to force a passage。 Alvar kept a hand on the wallet at his belt。 A place such as this was Paradise on earth for a cut…purse。 At the first mask…maker's stall at which they stopped； Alvar picked up an eagle's visage； in homage to the Captain。 He donned it and the craftsman； nodding vigorous approval； held up a seeing glass。 Alvar didn't recognize himself。 He looked like an eagle。 He looked dangerous。
〃Excellent；〃 Jehane pronounced。 〃Buy it。〃
Alvar winced； behind the mask； at the quoted price； but Husari did the bargaining for him； and the cost came down by half。 Husari； amused and witty this morning； led them onward； elbowing through the crowd； and a little further along he pounced with a cry upon a spectacular rendition of a peacock's head and plumage。 He put it on； not without difficulty。 People had to press backwards to make room。 The mask was magnificent； overwhelming。
〃No one；〃 said Jehane； stepping back to get a better look at him； 〃will be able to get anywhere close to you。〃
〃I might！〃 a woman cried from the cluster of onlookers。 There was a roar of ribald laughter。 Husari carefully sketched a bow to the woman。
〃There are ways around such dilemmas； Jehane；〃 Husari said； his voice resonating oddly from behind the close…fitting headpiece and spectacular feathers。 〃Given what I know about this particular festival。〃
Alvar had heard the stories too。 The barracks and taverns and the towers of the night watch had been full of them for weeks。 Jehane tried； unsuccessfully； to look disapproving。 It was hard to disapprove of Husari； Alvar thought。 The silk merchant seemed to be one of those men whom everyone liked。 He was also a man who had entirely changed his life this past year。
Once portly and sedentary； and far from young； ibn Musa was now fully accepted in Rodrigo's pany。 He was one of those with whom the Captain took counsel； and gruff old Lain Nunez…Jaddite to the tips of his fingers； for all his profane impieties…had adopted him as a highly unlikely brother。
With the assistance of the artisan； Husari removed the mask。 His hair was disordered and his face flushed when he emerged。
〃How much； my friend？〃 he asked。 〃It is an almost passable contrivance。〃
The artisan； eyeing him closely； quoted a price。 Ibn Musa let out a shriek； as of a man grievously wounded。
〃I think；〃 Jehane said； 〃that this particular negotiation is going to take some time。 Perhaps Ziri and I will proceed alone from here； with your indulgence？ If I'm going to be disguised it does seem pointless for everyone to know what I'm wearing。〃
〃We aren't everyone；〃 Husari protested； turning from the opening salvos of the bargaining session。
〃And you know our masks already；〃 Alvar added。
〃I do； don't I？〃 Jehane's smile flashed。 〃That's useful。 If I need either of you during the Carnival I'll know to look in the aviary。〃
〃Don't be placent；〃 Husari said； wagging a finger。 〃Alvar may well be in a mountain cat's lair。〃
〃He wouldn't do that；〃 Jehane said。
Husari laughed。 Jehane； after a brief hesitation； and a glance at Alvar； turned and walked on。 Clutching his eagle visage； Alvar watched her go until she and Ziri were swallowed by the crowd。
Husari； after a negotiating exercise so animated it drew another cluster of people around them for the entertainment； bought the peacock mask at a sum that represented most of a year's ine for a professional soldier。 The artisan agreed to deliver it later； when the crowds had thinned。
〃I believe I need a drink；〃 ibn Musa declare