y。〃
〃A bit hungover are we？〃 Steengo asked cheerfully。 〃I suppose there is good reason； considering the length of the nights here。 Their parties must go on forever。 Or maybe it just seems that way。 Eat a bit； sleep a bit。 Eat a bit； drink a bit。 Or maybe more than a bit。 I thought that the beer tasted a little on the nasty side。 So I only had one。 But the meat courses！ Tremendous； vegetables； good gravy； liked the bread and red sauce； plus 。 。 。〃
His voice died away as Floyd crawled out of bed and staggered； groaning； from the room。
〃You are cruel；〃 I said； smacking my dry lips together and feeling a little better。
〃Not cruel。 Just pointing out a few truths。 This mission first。 Overdrinking； hangovers and Technicolor yawns saved for our victory celebration。〃
There was nothing I could say。 He was right。
〃Message received；〃 I said； reaching for my clothes。 〃The quiet life and plenty of rest and raw vegetables。 Think positive。〃
Dawn brightened the window。 A new day。 Ten days to deadline。 I was thinking negative and I shook myself like a wet dog and tried to shrug off the mood。 〃Let's go to the fair。〃
When we emerged from the BOQ； Sergeant Ljotur was waiting for us。 He snapped to attention and gave a mighty salute…as did the squad of soldiers from the gate guard that he had brought with him。
〃We take you to the market！〃 he called out。 〃These men are all volunteers； eagerly happy to carry any purchases finest musicians in galaxy may make。〃
〃Greatly appreciated。 Lead on；〃 I said as we stepped out briskly on the red brick road。
The sun was a glowing crimson disk on the horizon when me reached the market。 The Fundamentaloid nomads must lave been early risers because everything was in great swing already。 I ready。 And gory too； I thought I heard a low moan from Floyd； but the baaing and farting of the sheots tended to drown out most other sounds。 plain they might as the butchered carcasses of their late panions were unloaded from their backs。 But there had to be more than a meat market here； eyes averted we hurried past the sanguineous display。
Now bearded nomads solicited our attention in pleading voices； pointing out the attractions of their wares。 Which weren't that attractive。 Tired…looking vegetables； crude clay pots； piles of dried sheot chips for the barbecue。
〃Pretty grim；〃 Floyd said。
〃Not important；〃 I told him； jerking my thumb towards the strolling customers。 〃They are the ones that we are interested in。〃 I took out the photographs of the artifact that we were looking for and passed one to each of my panions。 〃Find out if any of the Paradisians have seen this。〃
〃We don't just spring it on them？〃 Steengo said doubtfully。
〃You're right。 We don't。 During the sleepless hours of the night I worked up a cover story。 It goes this way； something close to the truth。 The nomads found this thing in a stream bed after a flash flood。 Tried to trade it to the keepers of the Pentagon who have a strict policy of nonmunication。 However it was photographed when presented and only later was it recognized as an archeological artifact of possible interest。〃
〃Reasonable；〃 Steengo said doubtfully。 〃But what are we doing with the photos？〃
〃Given to us when we were booted out of the place。 Hints made of rewards； possible remission of sentence； lots of fedha。 With great reluctance we agreed to look for the thing since； simply； what have we got to lose？〃
〃Thin but plausible；〃 Floyd said。 〃Let's give it a try。〃
There was no difficulty talking to the Paradisians； if anything it was hard to get rid of them once approached。 How they loved The Stainless Steel Rats！ Soon I had a string of adoring fans trailing behind me…along with most of the squad of guards。 Everyone wanted to help： none of them knew a thing。 But one name kept cropping up during the questioning。 Sjonvarp。
Steengo pushed through the crowd and held up the now dogeared photograph。 〃Still nothing。 But a couple of them said to ask Sjonvarp。 Who seems to be the top trader around here。〃
〃I heard the same thing。 Grab Floyd； He must be recovering because I saw him looking at the fermented sheot…milk stand。 Bring him here before he makes a mistake that he will long remember。〃
Sjonvarp was easy enough to find； with countless fingers pointing us the way。 He was a tall and solidly…built man with iron…gray hair。 His stern face broke into a smile when he turned to see who had called out his name。
〃The Stainless Steel Rats in the flesh！ I am trebly blessed！〃
We hummed two bars of 〃All Alone〃 followed by a brisk buck and wing。 Which elicited a round of applause from the spectators and a broader smile from Sjonvarp。
〃Such rhythm and beauty！〃 he said。
〃We sing 'em the way you like it；〃 I said。 〃It is told in the market that you are the master…trader in these parts。〃
〃I am。 Pleased to make your acquaintances； Jim； Floyd and Steengo。〃
〃Likewise。 If you have a moment I have a picture here I would like you to look at。〃 I hit the high points of our spiel as I passed the pic over。 He only half listened； but did put all of Isis attention on the photo。 Turning it around at arm's length； squinting farsightedly to make it out。
〃Of course'。 I thought so。〃 He handed it back to me。 〃Some markets ago； I forget exactly how many； one of these odorous simpletons traded it to one of my assistants。 We buy anything that might be of scientific interest for the specialists to examine。 It didn't look like much。 But I gave it to old Heimskur anyway。〃
〃Well that takes care of that then；〃 I said； tearing the photo up and dropping the pieces。 〃We're doing our concert tonight…I can get you a ticket if you want one。〃
The artifact was instantly forgotten…as I hoped； although it took some time for us to extract ourselves from the attentive embrace of our fans。 Only by saying that it was rehearsal time did we manage to break away。
〃Don't we look for the thing any more？〃 Floyd asked worriedly。 A good musician； but I think drink was eroding his brain cells。
〃We have the man's name；〃 Steengo said。 〃That's what we look into next。〃
〃How？〃 Floyd asked； still suffering from semi…paralysis of the neural network。
〃Any way we can；〃 I told him。 〃Make friends。 Drop names。 Drop Heimskur's name among the others。 We find out who he is and what he does。 Now； as we stroll； I'll report in。〃
Tremearne and Madonette listened carefully to my report。 He overed and outed but she stayed to chat。
〃Jim； it's time I left my hole in the wall and visited the other half of the city。 It must be safe 。 。 。〃
〃We hope that…but we don't know that。 And there is no point in your taking any chances as long as the thing we are looking for is here。 Enjoy the break。 And don't do a thing until we find out more here。〃
We found lunch waiting in our quarters。 Fruit and slices of cold meatloaf on silver plates； covered with crystal domes。
〃Great！〃 Floyd said； chomping down a slice。
〃Probably minced sheot shank；〃 Steengo said； suddenly gloomy。
〃Food's food and I never consider the source。〃 Floyd reached for another slice just as our golden greeter appeared。
〃A pleasure to see you musical Rats enjoying yourself。 When you have eaten your fill I have a request for the presence of Rat Jim。〃
〃Who wants me？〃 I asked suspiciously through a mouthful of sweet pulp。
〃All will be revealed。〃 He put his index finger along his nose； winked and rolled his eyes。 Which silent munication I assumed meant something like you'll find out soon enough。 I had no choice。 And I had lost my appetite。 I wiped my fingers on a damp cloth and followed him yet another time。
Iron John was waiting for me at the door of the Veritorium where we had all seen the puzzling holoflic。
〃e with me； Jim；〃 he said with a deep voice like distant thunder。 〃Today you will see and understand all of the revelation。〃
〃I'll get the others 。 。 。〃
〃Not this time； Jim。〃 His hand closed gently but firmly onto my shoulder and I had little choice but to go along with him。 〃You are wise beyond your years。 An old head on a young body。 Therefore you are the one who will be helped the most by your understanding of this mystery that is no mystery。 e。〃
He sat me down but did not join me； yet I was aware of his presence close by me in the darkness。 The mist roiled and cleared and I was once again by the lake。
There was only silence in the forest around the ducky pond。 As the last ripple died away the young man turned crud left without looking back。 Trod the dead leaves beneath。 the trees until he emerged and saw the king before him。
〃There is something I must do；〃 he told the king； nor would he say any more。 The king saw that the man's dog was gone … the man himself was unharmed。 He had many questions but ； did not know how to speak them。 Instead he followed the young man back to the castle。 In the courtyard the young man looked around； then spotted a large leathern bucket。
〃I need that；〃 he said。
〃Take it。〃 The king dismissed him with a wave of his hand。 〃Remember I have helped you。 One day you must tell me what you found in the woods。〃
The young man turned in silence and made his way； alone； back to the dark pond。 There he dipped the bucket into the water and hurled its contents into the ditch