Dalquist suppressed a smile at the stressed words, 'states' and 'supposedly'; Lord Thorn, it seemed, did not believe his fellow Prelate's stated intentions.

"Brelor House recently played host to a deputation from the city of Crar," Thorn continued, "headed by one Baron Starmor. Zhar is unclear about what happened, but the Eye was found to be missing after the visit. It now transpires that this Starmor is a powerful magic-user who is not allied to our Guild."

Dalquist gaped. "I take it this gem would allow Baron Starmor to spy on the Guild itself, Lord Prelate?"

"Exactly, Questor Dalquist!" Thorn banged his fist on the desk for emphasis. "The consequences of this theft could be incalculable. We need the Eye of Myrrn returned to High Lodge without delay. Lord Horin demands the gem be retrieved or, at least, destroyed without delay. He gave me his personal order to see that his instructions are carried out. I feel sure I do not need to tell you how privileged we are that Lord Horin selected our House for the honour of undertaking this vital Quest."

Dalquist nodded. "Indeed, Lord Prelate," he said, smiling. "I thank you for giving me the honour of leading it."

Thorn shrugged. "I must admit, Questor Dalquist, I would have preferred Xylox the Mighty to take on such a responsibility. However, he is indisposed after his previous Quest and must rest."

Well, that's candid enough, Dalquist thought, but his joy at being given a chance to show his mettle eclipsed any indignation he might otherwise have felt.

"I should like to take several House Mages with me, Lord Prelate," he said, "and also some local men-at-arms. If-"

"Impossible, I am afraid," Thorn interrupted with a shake of his head. "We have no idea what defences Baron Starmor may command. Crar is a walled city with battlements and turrets. A large force would surely be spotted far from Crar. Lord Horin believes a covert operation by the smallest number would be best. You have shown yourself adept at such clandestine operations in the past."