"It is not a secret to remember," Alurna said smoothly. "I want very much to forget it. And if you will help me, Meltor, I promise never again to remind you of it."
"What is it you want me to do?"
The princess bent forward. "Deep within the jungle beyond the Gate of the Setting Sun, is an old abandoned house of stone. It was there Rydob, the hermit, lived for uncounted years. Do you know the place?"
The young warrior nodded. "Yes, I know where it is. Nobody goes there since Rydob's bones were found on his own door-step."
"Yes," Alurna said contemptuously. "They fear Rydob more after his death than when he lived. I hope you are different, Meltor."
The man flushed. "I am not afraid, daughter of Urim."
"Good! I knew I could count on you. Now listen to me carefully; there must be no mistakes."
For half an hour the princess spoke steadily. The guard listened attentively, interrupting now and then to ask questions; twice he offered suggestions.
When Alurna had finished, Meltor remained silent for a few minutes, mentally reviewing the plan's details. The girl watched him with narrowed eyes.
"I shall need help," he said at last. "I have no right to enter the slave quarters."