Jino spread his hands. "I'm certain you are right, Princess Briony. But it is… complicated…"

"Do you see?" she said, turning back to the players. "So you must stay here in Tessis, at least until I know more of what I will do. Play your plays. I'm afraid you'll have to find another actress to play Zoria." She smiled again. "It should not be hard to find a better one, I'm sure."

"In truth I thought you were coming along quite well," Feival told her. "Not enough to make them forget me, thanks to Zosim and all the other gods, but nicely."

"He speaks true," said Dowan Birch. "You could still make a grand player someday, if you but worked at it a little." He looked around, reddening, as the others laughed.

Briony, though, wasn't laughing. She had felt a sharp pang at his words, at the glimpse into an impossible other life where things were different, where she could have lived as she chose. "Thank you, Dowan." She stood up. "Don't fear-we'll soon find you all a place to stay." And in the meantime, Briony could keep the players close by and consider the idea that had come to her. "Farewell, then, until our next meeting."

As the players were conducted out by a pair of guards, Hewney broke away from them and came back to Briony. "In truth," he whispered, "I like you better in this role, child. You play the part of a queen most convincingly. Keep it up and I foresee good reviews for you in future." He gave her a quick kiss scented with wine-and where had he gotten any wine, she wondered, while in King Enander's custody?-before following the others out.

"Well, by the sweet Orphan," Lord Jino said, "that was all most… interesting. Sometime you must tell me what it is like to travel with such people. But now, you are called to a more elevated performance-a command performance, as such are called."

It took her a moment. "The king?"

"Yes, Highness. His august Majesty, the King of all Syan, wishes to meet you."