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mobile ears. Pity Count Quik, deprived of such a valued
means of expression.)

THE CROWN JEWELS I 15

"Given the nature of the times," he said, "that is
impossible." He answered in Khosali Standard, which he
suspected might throw her off balance somewhat.

Her eyes glittered like chips of polished blue stone.
"Given your nature, you mean."

Maijstral shrugged. "Perhaps. If you like."

"You are here on business connected with your . . .
occupation, then?"

He smiled- "Of course not. Countess. 1 am here to visit
the zoo and see the methanites."

"The zoo." Countess Anastasia's face never seemed to
change expression; she regarded him with an intensity he
found not only frightening but somewhat embarrassing.

"Your rather was a steady man."

"He moved steadily into debt."

"I could find you employment, if that's what you want."

"1 prefer not to impose on old connections. Countess."
Longing for the measure to end.

Ears turned downward, the Khosali mark of disdain.
"Pride. Pride and unsteadiness. It is not a fortunate
combination."

"It is not a fortunate time. Countess. To our mutual
regret, I'm sure."

The measure ended, and Maijstral faced the man on his
right. His nerves were still singing. Honors, he thought,
were about even. Not bad for a man forced to relive the
tenors of childhood.

"Baron Sinn."
"Ah. The spy."
"Beg pardon, sir?"

"General Gerald. Marines. Retired. You're the Khosali