“I’m not lying,” Carse said. “Listen—you have the sword. You have my ornaments. You have all you can get out of me. Just be satisfied.”
Boghaz sighed. He looked down appealingly at Carse. “Have you no gratitude? Didn’t I save your life?”
Carse said sardonically, “It was a noble gesture.”
“It was. It was indeed. If I’m caught for it my life won’t be worth that.” He snapped his fingers. “I cheated the mob of a moment’s pleasure and it wouldn’t do a bit of good to tell them that you really aren’t a Khond at all.”
He let that fall very casually but he watched Carse shrewdly from under his fat eyelids.
Carse looked back at him, hard-eyed, and his face showed nothing.
“What gave you that idea?”
Boghaz laughed. “No Khond would be ass enough to show his face in Jekkara to begin with. And especially if he’d found the lost secret all Mars has hunted for an age—the secret of the Tomb of Rhiannon.”
Carse’s face moved no muscle but he was thinking swiftly. So the Tomb was a lost mystery in this time as in his own future time?
He shrugged. “I know nothing of Rhiannon or his Tomb.”