for their own good."

The Ermetyne nodded. "Will do."

"All right. That covers it, I think."

They looked at each other for a moment.

"With the information you got from Balmordan," Trigger remarked, "you
should still be able to make a very good dicker with the Council, First
Lady. I understand they're very eager to get the plasmoid mess
straightened out quietly."

Lyad lifted one shoulder in a brief shrug. "Perhaps," she said.

"Let's move!" said Trigger.

They walked toward the ComWeb rather edgily, not very fast, not very
slow, Trigger four or five steps behind. There had been no sound from
the walls and no other sign of what must be very considerable excitement
nearby. Trigger's spine kept tingling. A needlebeam and a good marksman
could pluck away the Denton and her hand along with it, without much
real risk to Ermetyne. But probably even the smallest of risks was more
than the Tranest people would be willing to take when the First Lady's
person was involved.

Lyad reached the ComWeb and stopped. Trigger stopped too, five feet
away. "Go ahead," she said quietly.

Lyad turned to face her. "Let me make one last--well, call it an
appeal," she said. "Don't be an overethical fool, Trigger Argee! The
arrangement I've planned will do no harm to anybody. Come in with me,
and you can write your own ticket for the rest of your life."

"No ticket," Trigger said. She waggled the Denton slightly. "Go ahead!
You can talk to the Council later."

Lyad shrugged resignedly, turned again and reached toward the ComWeb.

Trigger might have relaxed just a trifle at that moment. Or perhaps
there was some other cue that Pilli could pick up. There came no sound
from the ceiling canopy. What she caught was a sense of something
moving above her. Then the great golden bulk landed with a terrifying
lightness on the thick carpet between Lyad and herself.

The eyeless nightmare head wasn't three feet from her own.

The lights in the room went out.

Trigger flung herself backwards, rolled six feet to one side, stood up,
backed away and stopped again.

22

The blackness in the room was complete. She spun the Denton to kill.
There was silence around her and then a soft rustling at some distance.
It might have been the cautious shuffle of a heavy foot over thick
carpeting. It stopped again. Where was Lyad?

Her eyes shifted about, trying to pierce the darkness. Black-light, she
thought. She said, "Lyad?"

"Yes?" Ly