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my
valet to prepare my bath, I read the first ten verses of the fourth Canto of "Splendor of
Space," by Larnov of Horka, in my bedroom. When the bath was ready, I marked the
page with a strip of message tape, containing a message from the bailiff of my estate on
the Shevva River, concerning a breakdown at the power plant, and laid the book on the
ivory-inlaid table beside the big red chair.
Harnosh of Hosh looked at Dallona inquiringly; she nodded.
"I rejected the question I had in my mind, and substituted that one, after the shot," she
said.
He turned quickly to the upper-servant. "Check on that, right away, Kirzon," he directed.
As the upper-servant hurried out, the writing machine started again.
And to my son, Girzon: I will not use your son, Garnon, as a reincarnation-vehicle; I will
remain discarnate until he is grown and has a son of his own; if he has no male child, I
will reincarnate in the first available male child of the family of Roxor, or of some family
allied to us by marriage. In any case, I will communicate before reincarnating.
To Nirzav of Shonna: Ten days ago, when I dined at your home, I took a small knife and
cut three notches, two close together and one a little apart from the others, on the under
side of the table. As I remember, I sat two places down on the left. If you find them, you
will know that I have won that wager that I spoke of a few minutes ago.
"I'll have my butler check on that, right away," Nirzav said. His eyes were wide with
amazement, and he had begun to sweat; a man does not casually watch the beliefs of a
lifetime invalidated in a few moments.
To Dirzed the Assassin: the machine continued. You have served me faithfully, in the last
ten years, never more so than with the last shot you fired in my service. After you fired,
the thought was in your mind that you would like to take service with the Lady Dallona of
Hadron, whom you believe will need the protection of a member of the Society of
Assassins. I advise you to do so, and I advise her to accept your offer. Her work, since
she has come to Darsh, has not made her popular in some quarters. No doubt Nirzav of
Shonna can bear me out on that.
"I won't betray things told me in confidence, or said at the Councils of the Statisticalists,
but he's right," Nirzav said. "You need a good Assassin, and there are few better than
Dirzed."

I see that this sensitive is growing weary, the letters on the screen spelled out. His body is
not strong enough for prolonged communication. I bid you all farewell, for the time; I
will communicate again. Good evening, my friends, and I thank you for your presence at
the feast.
The boy, on the other screen, slumped back in his chair, his face relaxing into its
customary expression of vacancy.
"Will you accept my offer of service, Lady Dallona?" Dirzed asked. "It's as Garnon said;
you've made enemies."
Dallona smiled at him. "I've not been too deep in my work to know that. I'm glad to
accept your offer, Dirzed."
* * * * *
Nirzav of Shonna had already turned away from the group and was hurrying from the
room, to call his home for confirmation on the notches made on the underside of his
dining table. As he went out the door, he almost collided with the upper-servant, who was
rushing in with a book in his hand.
"Here it is," the latter exclaimed, holding up the book. "Larnov's 'Splendor of Space,' just
where he said it would be. I had a couple of servants with me as witnesses; I can call
them in now, if you wish." He handed the book to Harnosh of Hosh. "See, a strip of
message tape in it, at the tenth verse of the Fourth Canto."
Nirzav of Shonna re-entered the room; he was chewing his mustache and muttering to
himself. As he rejoined the group in front of the now dark visiplates, he raised his voice,
addressing them all generally.
"My butler found the notches, just as the communication described," he said. "This settles
it! Garnon, if you're where you can hear me, you've won. I can't believe in the
Statisticalist doctrines after this, or in the political program based upon them. I'll
announce my change of attitude at the next meeting of the Executive Council, and resign
my seat. I was elected by Statisticalist votes, and I cannot hold office as a Volitionalist."
"You'll need a couple of Assassins, too," the nobleman with the chin-beard told