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and the rest to follow him. “We are pleased to have you, Teldin Moore,” the admiral said on his way out. “Your visit should be very educational for us all.”
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    A slim young female elf with gleaming black hair showed Teldin through a vine-covered stone corridor, away from the domed hall. Light spilled from hand-sized glass figurines mounted in the ceiling, each one made to resemble a flying bird. Pushing open an oaken door at the first bend in the corridor, the elf showed Teldin the room beyond. It was the size of the largest inn room Teldin had ever seen, and it contained a sunken bath, a bed, several tables and cushioned chairs, some slim books and rolled scrolls on a shelf, and a wardrobe filled with clothing of every size.
    The young girl looked uncomfortably like Gaye in certain respects, but she was interested only in explaining how the bath pump worked, where he could find the dining hall, and where the sanitary facilities were. She nodded and left when Teldin said he needed nothing more.
    The memory of Gaye reminded him of something else, and Teldin checked his belt pouches and pockets to find out what, if anything, the kender had “borrowed” from him. To his astonishment, he still had everything he had started out with when his ship had docked. No kender he had ever heard of had resisted an opportunity to pick a pocket. He went through his inventory twice, but he was missing nothing. He shrugged and decided a bath was in order before changing.
    An hour later, he was standing near a glowing swan lamp, examining a volume of woodcuts showing landscapes and portraits, when the door opened again. It was Cirathorn. Teldin didn’t recognize him for a few moments, as the elf had changed clothes, too. He was now wearing a suit of silver-bright plate armor over which a black tabard was hung, bearing a complex design of a many-colored butterfly against a starry background. The elf wore no helmet, but he wore silken black gloves and high, star-speckled black boots.
    “Is everything satisfactory?” asked the admiral.
    Teldin flushed. “Actually, I wasn’t prepared to be served like this.” He quickly shut the book and put it on a side table. He could read only with great difficulty, and he was too embarrassed to admit that he had only been looking at the pictures.
    “We will be having dinner with other guests in two hours,” Cirathorn continued. “You may rest comfortably until then. With your permission, however, I would like to examine your cloak. I wish only to look at it in the light here, without attempting to remove it from you. Would that be possible?”
    Others had touched the cloak without incident. “I think so,” Teldin said, feeling a little nervous. “Don’t try to cut it, though. The cloak will shock you if you do.”
    Cirathorn spread his hands as he approached. “I have no intentions of harming either you or the cloak.” He reached out and carefully took hold of the fabric at Teldin’s right arm. Nothing happened. The admiral pulled up the cloak and moved toward the nearby light. Teldin obliged by standing closer to it as the elf began his examination, watching the elf’s narrow fingers probe gently at the silky inner lining with its complex geometric pattern. For a moment, Teldin was reminded of Estriss and the movement of the mind flayer’s long, four-jointed mauve finger as it pointed out the subtle pattern of a three-petaled flower in the weave of the lining.
    The admiral made no comment during the long minutes he spent looking at the cloak. Teldin looked at it as well, wondering what, if anything, the admiral was able to see in it that Teldin or Estriss had not. After a time, the admiral slowly released the cloak and let it fall again.
    “Did you find anything?” Teldin could not resist asking.
    “It is authentic,” said Cirathorn in a distant voice. “I must go back to the library and speak with the loremaster again. I will tell you more later, at dinner.” He suddenly