Finally, Kesley got to speak to Colin.
The balding man was very fat and very drunk, he noticed. He stared curiously at Kesley for a few minutes, then said, "You're the newcomer, aren't you? The one we're all here to honor?"
"I'm looking for a man named Daveen. You know him?"
"No," Colin said loudly. "Never heard of him. Want a drink?"
Kesley shook his head. He flicked a glance warily at Lisa, who was smiling enigmatically. "He's a poet," Kesley said. "A blind man. Lisa thinks she remembers him."
"Lisa will say anything. I don't remember any Daveen."
"Daveen? Who's talking about Daveen?" a deep voice asked. Kesley glanced to his left and saw a tall, burly, blond man with long curling hair. The big youth was smiling sweetly.
"I am," Kesley said. "I'm looking for him."
From somewhere in the background came the discordant shrill of a strange musical instrument. Kesley winced.
"What do you want Daveen for?" the blond boy asked. "You from the court?"