"It does make sense, I suppose."

"Are we going to have any trouble getting in to see your sister?"

"Probably not," Veltan replied. "Aracia knows who I am, after all, and as soon as she sees me, she'll know that I've got some information for her. I'll introduce you to her, and then we can get down to business."

It had seemed to Sorgan when he'd been on board the Trogite ship out in the bay that there'd been a kind of coherence about Aracia's temple, but as the skiff came closer to shore he began to see some glaring inconsistencies. "I don't want to sound critical or anything, Veltan," he said, "but there's a sort of slapdash quality about your big sister's palace. Didn't the people who were building it ever get together and establish some rules? In some places, the stones are very smooth, but in others they're rough and lumpy."

"There do seem to be quite a few inconsistencies," Veltan agreed. "I'd say that the assorted work crews didn't have anything to do with each other. Some of them appear to have spent a great deal of time polishing the stones, while others concentrated on piling up more rocks."

"Something on the order of 'prettier' or 'bigger,' you mean?"

"That probably comes very close, Sorgan. I don't imagine that Aracia really cared much one way or the other. As long as her temple kept growing, she was probably quite happy."

"She's not really very bright, is she?"

"I wouldn't go quite that far. Aracia has different needs than the rest of us do. She desperately needs adoration, and her priests spend all of their time adoring her. I'm fairly sure that they didn't spend much of that vital time telling the work crews who were building the temple how to proceed, and that's what probably led to these inconsistencies."

"It's possible, I guess." Sorgan turned and looked a bit more closely at the beach. "No piers," he grumbled.

"Building piers would take the work crews away from expanding big sister's temple," Veltan explained.

"We'll have to climb all over her right away," Sorgan said.

"I didn't quite follow that."

"We'll need piers when we unload the people from about a hundred Trogite tubs, Veltan," Sorgan declared. "They won't be willing to swim in the dead of winter, you know."

"Good point there," Veltan said. "I think I'll have to cheat," he added glumly.

"Cheat?"

"I'll make the piers myself. I know what they look like, and I'll be able to set them up much faster than the temple work crews possibly could. Then, too, if I do it, we won't have to listen to all the sniveling and complaining we'd get if we pulled the crews away from their 'Holy' task of expanding my sister's temple until it's fifty or a hundred miles square."

"Which probably won't take them much more than a few hundred years," Sorgan added.

They pulled the skiff up onto the beach and then walked directly up to Aracia's temple.

When they reached the entrance, however, Sorgan's heart almost stopped beating. "Is that door made out of what I think it is?" he gasped.

"Oh, yes," Veltan replied. "There might be a bit of bracing here and there, but most of it is gold."

"There must be a ton of it!" Sorgan exclaimed.

"More than that, I'd say," Veltan replied. "Gold is very heavy, and that's quite a large door."

"Are you saying that your sister just leaves it right out in the open like that?"

"It's fairly safe, Sorgan. I doubt if a hundred men—or even two hundred—would be able to pick it up and carry it. Let's go on inside and have our little chat with my sister, shall we?"

"Who are you, and why have you profaned the temple of Holy Aracia with your presence?" an officious-sounding young lady demanded as Veltan and Sorgan entered the corridor beyond the golden door.

"My name is Veltan," Sorgan's friend replied. "You may have heard of me—assuming that my sister remembers the rest of her family. You can go tell her that I'm here—or step aside and I'll go tell her myself."

"You would not dare. I am Alcevan, the priestess of Holy Aracia, and I speak for her in all matters."

"Aracia has women priests now?" Veltan said, sounding more than a little startled. "Does Bersla know about this?"

The young lady sneered. "Fat Bersla only knows what Holy Aracia and I want him to know. He might think that he's the most important person in Aracia's Domain, but that's no longer true. I am the one who speaks for Holy Aracia now, for I am her High Priestess and always will be."

"That's very nice, I suppose," Sorgan told her, "but you're going to be a doormat if you don't get out of the way." He put his hand on his sword-hilt in a threatening gesture.

Her eyes went very wide, and she turned and fled.

"Now that's something I wouldn't have expected," Veltan said. "It seems that things are getting more and more complicated here in Aracia's Domain."

"The little lady could have been just making this up," Sorgan said.

"It's possible, maybe," Veltan replied. "I think we'd better keep our eyes open, though. If the young woman was telling us the truth, Aracia's playing a different game now." He squinted slightly. "I think maybe you should hold on to this attitude you just threw into Alcevan's face. Be sort of rough and abrupt. Let's keep Aracia off balance if we possibly can."

Sorgan was somewhat startled by the sheer size of the room at the end of the corridor. At the very center, of course, was a massive marble pedestal topped by a golden throne and backed with dark red drapes. Zelana's sister was sitting on the throne, and the little lady Alcevan was kneeling before her and babbling.

Veltan went directly to the pedestal. "I wouldn't pay too much attention to anything the young lady's telling you, dear sister," he said. "We had a slight misunderstanding out in the corridor. I wasn't aware of the fact that you were now accepting women as members of your priesthood."

Aracia straightened, glaring at her younger brother. "Who is this pagan, Veltan?" she demanded. "And why have you profaned my holy temple with his presence?"

"You know who I am, sister of Zelana," Sorgan declared. "We met in Veltan's Domain last summer. He brought me here to defend you and your people when the bug-things invade, but since you and your stupid priests don't appreciate that, I'll just go back out to the harbor and sail away. From what I've seen so far here in the Land of Dhrall, I'd imagine that the Vlagh will have you for breakfast some day very soon." And then he stormed out of the room, winking at Veltan as he went by.