there must be another way to signal her fellow-prisoner, orison thought. tapping? she clicked an s-o-s on the side of a jeep with her pen. her guard appeared beside her as quickly as before, and took the pen to stick it in his pocket. she was, it appeared, effectively in solitary confinement.

orison stood up to see if the guard minded. apparently not. she walked about the huge basement. she'd never before seen so much military hardware outside an armed forces day parade. impressive, all this steel. a ramp led up to a door the size of a barn-side, also steel, bolted. if she could get inside a tank, and close the hatch, and somehow get the monster up that ramp to ram that door, she'd make an impressive call for help, orison thought. she put one foot atop a tank-tread when a large arm reached around her and set her aside. her guard, silent-footed, had been following all through her tour.

orison returned to her cot.

great deal, she thought. from desk to dungeon in an hour and a half. she'd battled with shadows, earmuffed shadows, and had got herself set in an amateur jail guarded by a pair of purple-eared apes. nothing to do but wait.

four feet crashed onto concrete, two figures bowed till the palms of their hands brushed the floor. "t'ink," the newcomer said. the two guards backed to their vehicles and resumed their seats.

"orison, my dear!" it was kraft gerding, all unction and teeth, advancing upon her like the loser at tennis, hand outstretched. "i hope you haven't been unduly discommoded," he said.

"i haven't been commoded at all," orison said. "no one showed me the way. would you mind explaining this chivaree to me, mr. gerding?"

"i'd be delighted to explain, my dear," kraft gerding said, bowing. "may i sit?" he asked, waving a hand toward her cot.

"you may fall on your dreadful face, for all i care," orison said.

"you must learn to speak like a queen," kraft said, seating himself on the cot beside her. "otherwise, of course, you are perfect."

"of course," orison said. "i can't say the same for you."

"i grow on one," kraft said. "you wonder, no doubt, how the william howard taft national bank and trust company became a battleground; why many of our employees have ears the color of day-old bruises; why wanji was so exercised by the color of escudoes; and what the work is that the microfabridae sing at. no?"

"yes," orison said.

"may i smoke?" kraft gerding asked, bringing a cheroot from an inner pocket of his fieldmarshal's uniform.

"smoke, glow, burst into flame. it's all the same to me," orison said.

kraft gerding lit his cheroot with the air of an acolyte igniting incense. then, puffing, "accident," he said, "has made you privy to a coup d'etat. our empire, you see, is based on porphyrogeniture. thus my brother, dink, is the heir apparent. i, his elder brother, conceived before our father became emperor, am merely margrave of the north, prince royal of the house of dink, colonel-general of the forces of the triple crown, grand duke of the zilf archipelago and holder of the keys to the royal city of chilif."

"how unassuming can you get?" orison asked.

"your un-knowledge is deeper than i bethought me," kraft gerding said, smiling, scooting a little wester on the cot. orison moved one hips-breadth further to the west.

"very well," kraft said. "as a primer, thus: my brother dink ger-dink, heir through accident of tradition to the triple crown of empire; i, his elder, better brother; and our officers and exiles—these latter common criminals, marked for men's contempt with purple ears—constitute the xliith subversion-and-conquest task force of the empire of dink. this mighty empire, for your information, lies some distance off in the southern skies of earth."

"how far off?" orison asked.

"as far," kraft gerding said, "as all your men since adam have run in pursuit of beauty." he scooted further west.

orison made still further westering. "you come from some foreign planet?" she asked.

"no longer foreign, my dear," kraft said. "our planet, our triple footstool, welcomes young earth to share our ancient wisdom and relax under the shadow of our might."

"and i, young earth, tell you, kraft gerding, to go sail a saucer," orison said.

kraft gerding stood up. "come with me, my dear. i'll show you the greenery that establishes me as emperor apparent of the planet earth." he strode to a steel door, took a key from his pocket, and unlocked it. "behold!" he said, flinging the door open.

orison stepped into the basement room, a cube some fifty feet in each dimension. she found herself in a corridor between huge walls of bundled paper. kraft gerding, behind her, pried a packet from the wall and handed it to her. "this, my dear orison, is the lever with which i'll over-turn the earth," he said.

the bundle was banded with a strip of paper bearing the legend, "$5,000 in 50's." each bit of paper in the bundle bore the portrait of president u. s. grant. "this room," kraft gerding said, "contains some four hundred million dollars in u.s. currency. i intend with this money, and as much more as i need, to subvert and purchase a nation. the united states will then be the beach-head for the world."

"counterfeits," orison said.

"but perfect counterfeits," kraft said. "the paper was manufactured by the master-craftsmen of chilif. the inks were compounded by the chemists of that same capital city of empire. the plates were cut by twenty million engravers, the microfabridae of the storm-planet, supervised by elder compassion, an ancient of the slothful race that inhabits the planet nearest our mother sun. this is but one of my treasuries. i have many such. there is the threadneedle room, filled with pounds-sterling, in ones, fives, fifties and hundreds. there are other rooms, boxes, trunks and trucks filled with all the currencies of earth. i am ready now to purchase this planet from its owners. no violence, you see. just subterfuge."

"it's violence enough, to ruin a planet," orison said.

"it beats war," kraft gerding said, drawing on his cheroot.

"and that disgusting miss vingt?" orison asked. "what does she do in your forces of subversion?"

"colonel the margrave auga vingt is commander of the royal refreshment corps," kraft said. "you understand that it wouldn't do to allow our men, the purple-eared scum of three planets, to live off the land in the delicate matter of women. colonel vingt's corps both maintains morale and prevents incidents of fraternization that earthmen might deplore with their fists and guns." kraft chuckled. "you'll be amused to hear that auga vingt has an ambition to become my empress, once i have overthrown my brother's tyranny and taken over earth."

"i must sit down," orison said.

"by all means, my dear," kraft said. he tipped over a stack of bundled twenty-dollar bills as a hassock for her comfort.

"could i have a cigarette?" orison asked.

"do." kraft gerding removed a pack from his pocket and lighted it for her, passing it from his lips to hers. orison, hiding her feelings of distaste for this intimacy, drew on the cigarette. "perhaps i might have a drink as well?" she asked. "all this is making me rather dizzy."

"it is dizzy-making," kraft conceded. "in an instant, my pet." he strode from the treasure-room, shouting in his native language to the guards.

orison tugged a twenty-dollar bill from one of the bundles on which she'd been sitting and held it to the tip of her cigarette, drawing to make it hot. the paper glowed, but the tiny patch of fire died out almost at once. she fumbled in her purse. there it was—her bottle of nail-polish remover. she splashed the aromatic fluid over the bundled money and again touched her cigarette to it. the paper flared. flames ran in upstream rivers through the stacks above.

orison ran to the nearest jeep and turned the key. the gears were unfamiliar to her, but she mastered them sufficiently to get moving forward toward the steel doors. up the ramp she rolled, her feet braced down hard on the accelerator, wedged into her seat. the jeep struck the steel doors and bounced back the ramp to the sound of a giant chinese gong, its engine stalled. groggy, orison dismounted and ran to the door. she pounded on the steel with both fists, shouting for help.

an arm encircled orison, and she heard behind her the door of the money-room slam shut. "the blaze will smolder itself out in a moment, my dear," kraft gerding said. he spoke to the guard who held her, and she was released. "i doubt that you've destroyed more than a million dollars' worth of your local paper with your prank," he said. "five minutes' press-run. i've brought you a spot of brandy. i daresay you can use it. arson is thirsty work."

he held out his hand. one of the purple-eared guards produced a silver tray with a decanter and two balloon-glasses, poured them a quarter full and presented the glasses to his chief, bowing deeply. kraft took one glass, giving the other to orison. "a toast?" he asked. "to the success of my rebellion. to our inevitable marriage. and to the health of our progeny, who are, my dear, to inherit the earth. a shotgun toast," he said.

orison dashed her brandy toward his face. kraft turned, catching the shower against his left ear, where it trickled down to stain the braid of his epaulette. he glared and raised his hand in a most unchivalrous gesture, then stopped himself. one of the guards produced a silken cloth to blot him dry.

"the word 'shotgun' was perhaps ill-chosen," kraft said. "the spirit you show, dear orison, is a quality most appropriate to the future empress of earth."

"keep away from me," orison said.

"our ceremony of betrothal is simple," kraft said. he put his sword-arm about her waist. "you need only hear me say the words, 'i, rex-imperator, take thee to wife,' and then bow, in the presence of witnesses of my choosing. you'll be as noble as any princess conceived in the purple chamber of the palace of chilif."

"i'd rather die than marry you," orison said.

"you've established the parameters of the possible rather neatly, my dear," kraft gerding said. "you will become my wife, and empress-apparent of earth, or you will shortly be the loveliest corpse on this fair planet. my will is heaven's law, you understand. my word carries the sanction of two suns, and my anger breeds massive destruction. i ask of you your one slight person. in return, i offer to share with you my greatness. you will rule with me in the palace i have chosen—i forget its name, but it is presently used as the tomb of the lady who invented the brassiere—the taj mahal, that's it. perhaps we could rename it. answer quickly, now; great deeds are deeds of impulse: marry me!"

"you're mad," orison said.

"when a man has the power i have, he cannot be called a madman, for his mind shapes the world to his dreams. there is then, you see, no disorientation," kraft said. "you've had a good ten seconds now to decide. shall i call my wedding-guests or my executioner?"

"dink will never let you marry me," orison said.

"his suit has come so far as that?" kraft said. "no matter. i'll destroy him."

"please leave me, your excellency," orison said. "i need time to think."

"i am clay in your lovely hands," kraft said, bowing. "i grant your wish."

"if i might ask another boon, your excellency," orison said, "i'd like to talk with dink."

"and so you shall," kraft promised her. "tomorrow, perhaps. with my brother in chains and you in the regalia of an empress." he bowed again, and left her. the door-lock clicked after him. the two huge guards closed in on either side of orison and led her back to her cot. when she had seated herself, they withdrew to their perches on the army vehicles.