Welkir came with a lamp. He set the lamp on the floor and stood with feet spread apart, arms folded, glaring haughtily at the thief. His face was stiff as weathered stone. He said nothing, but only stared contemptuously. Asir bowed his head. "I have come to plead with you, Senior Kinsman." Welkir snorted disgust. "Against the mercy we have shown you?" He looked up quickly, shaking his head. "No! For that I am grateful." "What then?" "As a thief, I acquired much wisdom. I know that the world is dying, and the air is boiling out of it into the sky. I wish to be heard by the council. We must study the words of the ancients and perform their magic, lest our children's children be born to strangle in a dead world." Welkir snorted again. He picked up the lamp. "He who listens to a thief's wisdom is cursed. He who acts upon it is doubly cursed and a party to the crime." "The vaults," Asir insisted. "The key to the Blaze of the Winds is in the vaults. The god Roggins tells us in the words--" "Stop! I will not hear!" "Very well, but the blaze can be rekindled, and the air renewed. The vaults--" He stammered and shook his head. "The council must hear me." "The council will hear nothing, and you shall be gone before dawn. And the vaults are guarded by the sleeper called Big Joe. To enter is to die. Now go away." * * * * * Welkir stepped back and slammed the door. Asir sagged in defeat. He sank down on the doorstep to rest a moment. The night was black, except for lamp-flickers from an occasional window. "Ssssst!" A sound from the shadows. He looked around quickly, searching for the source. "Ssssst! Asir!" It was the girl Mara, Welkir's daughter. She had slipped out the back of the house and was peering at him around the corner. He arose quietly and went to her. "What did Slubil do to you?" she whispered. Asir gasped and caught her shoulders angrily. "Don't you _know_?" "No! Stop! You're hurting me. Tokra wouldn't tell me. I made love to him, but he wouldn't tell." He released her with an angry curse. "You _had_ to take it sometime," she hissed. "I knew if you waited you would be too weak from hanging to even run away." He called her a foul name. "Ingrate!" she snapped. "And I bought you a hüffen!" "You _what_?" "Tokra gave me a ritual phrase and I bought you a hüffen with it. You can't _walk_ to the hills, you know." Asir burned with dull rage. "You slept with Tokra!" he snapped. "You're jealous!" she tittered. "How can I be jealous! I hate the sight of you!" "Very well then, I'll keep the hüffen." "_Do!_" he growled. "I won't need it, since I'm not going to the hills!" She gasped. "You've got to go, you fool! They'll kill you!" He turned away, feeling sick. She caught at his arm and tried to pull him back. "Asir! Take the hüffen and _go_!" "I'll go," he growled. "But not to the hills. I'm going out to the vault."