Tamar let go of her arm, threw open the door and went out. He found Rokor leaning against the opposite wall, waiting.
The man from Ammad masked his emotions by resuming an air of indifference.
"Come, Rokor," he said easily, "I am ready to go. The girl I came to see has been taken to another part of the palace. I have decided not to see her, after all."
As the two men walked along the corridor, Tamar said, "By the way, Rokor, do you know a guard called Fordak?"
"Why, yes," Rokor said. "He stands watch at the entrance to the slave quarters. I, myself, relieved him shortly before you came up."
"Do you know where he can be found at this time of day?"
"Probably in his room, sleeping."
"Will you take me there? I have something for him."
In his eagerness to please the noble visitor from Ammad, Rokor quite forgot to be curious.
"Gladly," he said. "Come this way."