“We come heavily armed for the meeting tomorrow,” grumbled Salboa as they started to make their way down the steep hillside.
Four and a half hours later, he sat luxuriating in a bath on the Sunseeker when there was a knock at the door. Cursing, he got out of the bath and wrapped his bathrobe around him. “Who are you and where's Matarife?” he snarled though the door. “I dismissed him for the night,” purred a feminine voice. “You did what? Who gave you the authority to do that and how did you get here?” Salboa was almost apoplectic with fury as he yanked open the door. “I come from the Teacher,” replied the girl walking past him, into the stateroom. “Not another one, has he sent you to spy on me also?”
Sabine, looked around the room with interest. “I've come to help you,” she purred. This
