He bowed good-by to the Duke and Duchess, then followed the violet turban and yellow robes of Miran through the courtyard, through the thick stone walls, over the bridge of the broad moat, and into the narrow winding streets of the city of Quotz. Here the merchant-captain got into his silver-and-jewel-decorated rickshaw. The two long-legged men between its shafts, sailors and clansmen from Miran's vessel, the _Bird of Fortune_, began running through the crowd. The people made way for them, as two other sailors preceded them calling out Miran's name and cracking whips in the air. Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was around to see him, ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran halted it and asked what he wanted. "Your pardon, Your Richness, but may a humble slave speak and not be reprimanded?" "I presume it is no idle thought you have in mind," said Miran, looking Green over his one eye narrow in its fat-folds. "It has to do with money." "Ah, despite your foreign accent you speak with a pleasing voice; you are the golden trumpet of Mennirox, my patron god. Speak!" "First Your Richness must swear by Mennirox that you will under no circumstances divulge my proposal." "There is wealth in this? For me?" "There is." Miran glanced at his clansmen, standing there patiently, apparently oblivious of what was going on. He had power of life and death over them, but he didn't trust them. He said, "Perhaps it would be better if I thought about this before making such a drastic oath. Could you meet me tonight at the Hour of the Wineglass at the House of Equality? And could you perhaps give me a slight hint of what you have in mind?" "The answer to both is yes. My proposal has to do with the dried fish that you carry as cargo to the Estoryans. There is another thing, too, but I may not even hint at it until I have your oath." "Very well then. At the agreed hour. Fish, eh? I must be off. Time is money, you know. Get going boys, full sails." Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it. As assistant majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and Duchess would have been outraged if he had lowered their prestige by walking through the city's streets. His vehicle made good time, too, because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white tricorn hat and the white sleeveless shirt with the Duke's heraldic arms on its chest--red and green concentric circles pierced by a black arrow. The street led always downward, for the city had been built on the foothills of the mountains. It wandered here and there and gave Green plenty of time to think.