His brain was working swiftly yet carefully. When he had selected his words he uttered them.
"Presuming there is such an order, as you call it, we'll go further and say that you, by some unguessable means, have become a member; and are working with them for the Raj."
She looked her approval. "Presumably"—with a nod. That word was a key to further knowledge.
"Then it would seem logical, if I'm to work with you, for me to be initiated into the mysteries of this order—become a member, in other words."
"Go on," she encouraged.
"So the purpose of this visit, I take it, is for me to learn the 'Open Sesame' of the order."
And having said that much, he realized it was sufficient and relapsed into quiet to let her do the rest of the talking.
"You have already proved that I chose well," she announced. "But before I go on you must give me your word of honor that all I have said and will say, all that occurs until I release you from the promise, will never be repeated—by word or writing."
"I give it," he returned quietly.
She leaned over and deftly drew back the lids from Kerth's eyes; Trent caught a fleeting glimpse of the whites.