The Penvash Circle: the Circle accessed by the Door in the
         Old City of Penvash runs thus:-

        - the Old City of Penvash
        - an unmapped forest of eucalyptus
        - an ocean cay at anchor in Moana
        - the fringes of Defelfankarzosh
        - an unmapped mountainside
        - the Plain of Tazala
        - a jungle a night away from the Old City's Penvash day
        - the Grand Arena of Dalar ken Halvar
        - a cold cannibal beach
        - and back again to the Old City of Penvash.

                                                 * * *

        So the bewilderments of rescue brought Guest Gulkan to the
city of Dalar ken Halvar. In later conference with Plandruk
Qinplaqus, the Silver Emperor who was master of Dalar ken Halvar
and lord of the Empire of Greater Parengarenga, Guest eventually
decided that Thayer Levant must have escaped from the Old City
with both the star-globe and the secret of the Doors.
        "That," said Guest, "would explain why I was found by a gang
of bandits. For Levant must have sold them the star-globe and the
secret of the Doors."
        Being thus satisfied that he had fully and properly
explicated the manner of his rescue, Guest debated long and
diligently with Plandruk Qinplaqus, endeavoring to decide what he
should do next.
        The Weaponmaster still wished to make himself master of the
Circle of the Partnership Banks.
        "But," said he, "the last time I tried to make alliance with
the demons of the Banks, they betrayed me."
        "Of course," said Qinplaqus. "For they had Shabble. But it
seems Shabble has lost itself, so now they have the bubble not. If
you can win the star-globe and make your return to Alozay, then
you may find Italis and its kind more amenable to your
discipline."
        If.
        Could Guest find the star-globe? Could he return to Alozay?
Could he find a way to break Italis to his will?
        He could only try, for, as he saw it, he had precious little
by the way of alternative.
        So Guest Gulkan sat with Plandruk Qinplaqus, endeavoring to
chart out his destiny, and, by application of cunning and
intelligence, to find a steady course into the future - a course
which he would be able to hold regardless of the buffets of
fortune.
        In order to minimize his liabilities as he ventured to Argan
to pursue the star-globe, Guest Gulkan decided to leave the yellow
bottle in Dalar ken Halvar. It had saved his life during his
maroonment on a desert island; but, during his brief travels with
Rolf Thelemite and his fellow bandits, Guest had realized the
bottle to be as much of a danger as it was an asset. It was such a
prize that it could not be openly held by anyone less than an
emperor.
        So Guest divested himself of the bottle and the ring which
commanded it. Plandruk Qinplaqus declared that the bottle would,
in future, be used for the transportation of crocodiles from the
coast to the city. This would allow great economies, and give a
valuable boost to the city's entertainment industry. The Silver
Emperor even drew up a formal contract under which Guest leased
the bottle to Dalar ken Halvar for that purpose.
        "So," said Qinplaqus, "you now have a source of earnings
here, which will guarantee your financial security during the
years of your retirement if you meet with failure in your quest."
        This was all very reasonable, but it dismayed Guest
thoroughly. Retirement! Was he to think of retirement? He was in
his maturity, was at his peak, was ready for the rule of the
Circle, the rule of the world! How then could he think of retiring
to Dalar ken Halvar? To live by the Yamoda River; to swim in the
waters of Lake Shalasheen; to eat polyps and soy beans; to live in
a bamboo hut ... no, it was scarcely a vision of paradise.
        Having divested himself of the yellow bottle and its
controlling ring, Guest then decided to leave his mazadath in
Dalar ken Halvar. He knew what it was for, and knew it was no good
to him.
        This left Plandruk Qinplaqus holding the profits of the
struggles of Guest Gulkan's life. The Silver Emperor had become
the guardian of the yellow bottle and its controlling ring; the
mazadath; and the cornucopia, which steadfastly refused to
generate anything whatsoever except black slime. The Silver
Emperor was ruler too of the x-x-zix, the fabled wishstone of
Untunchilamon, which still refused to control the Hot Mouth.
Despite all the efforts of a team of mad scientists supervised by
Asodo Hatch, this weather machine remained beyond human control,
and it was supposed that it might take two or three generations to
discipline the thing.
        Guest thought of these treasures as tokens of defeat. Rightly
or wrongly, he had derived one great lesson from their possession:
he was not adequate to the difficulties of contending against
demons and gods. The great error of his life had been when he had
first trusted the demon Italis.
        Icaria Scaria Iva-Italis, demon of Safrak and Guardian Prime,
had promised Guest that he would be granted the powers of a wizard
if he would only liberate the Great God Jocasta from imprisonment
in Obooloo's Temple of Blood. But the demon had been lying. The
Great God Jocasta had been lying. At great personal cost, Guest
had succeeded in liberating Jocasta from the Temple of Blood - and
Jocasta had immediately possessed him, and had tried to make him
kill his father.
        Thanks to the intervention of Anaconda Stogirov, Guest lived
free of possession, his father yet survived, and a badly damaged
Jocasta was hiding out in the nethermost depths of Cap Foz Para
Lash. In preparation for his onward journey, Guest visited Cap Foz
Para Lash himself, and paid his respects to Paraban Senk, the
disembodied entity which commanded that trogloditic realm.
        Inside Cap Foz Para Lash, Paraban Senk organized running
repairs on the Weaponmaster's teeth. His teeth were treated in the
same room of miracles which had secured the regrowth of his arms
and legs after his long-ago mauling by the Great Mink of Chi'ash-
lan. That same room of miracles cured the Weaponmaster of
threadworm, roundworm and ringworm, treated him for dandruff then
sampled his blood.
        After his blood had been sampled, Guest Gulkan was told he
had been infected by yaws, a tropical disease transmitted by the
contact of skin with skin. If left untreated, it would - or so he
was told - it would deform his bones and damage his joints. But
treatment was offered to him in the form of a dose of chemicals,
and this he took.
        He was told also -
        But enough is enough!
        It would be wrong to intrude upon the Weaponmaster's privacy
by itemizing the various diseases with which he had infected
himself in the course of his travels. Let us remark only that,
while many questing heroes have died by the sword, and an equal
number have fallen to dragons, a far greater proportion of such
creatures have been ultimately struck down by syphilis, or by
other diseases similarly acquired and yet more fearsome in their
operation.
        With this visit to Cap Foz Para Lash having come to its
conclusion, Guest was ready to leave. Or, not exactly ready - for
he was daunted by the difficulty of the task which yet awaited
him. But there was nothing more to be secured by lingering further
in Dalar ken Halvar.
        Plandruk Qinplaqus organized Guest's transport as far as the
realms of Drangsturm. A military convoy escorted him from Dalar
ken Halvar to the seaport city of Estro Sex. From there, an
imperial ship took him to the Ebrell Islands, then through the
Stepping Stone Islands to the Inner Waters, landing him in due
course at the Castle of Ultimate Peace, the stronghold which
guarded the eastern flank of Drangsturm.
        Guest landed with some trepidation.
        For, as far as the Confederation of Wizards was aware, Guest
Gulkan had died in the Cave of the Warp in the Shackle Mountains,
when he had ventured beyond the Veils of Fire. There was a danger,
then, that he would be recognized; that recognition would lead to
arrest; that arrest would lead to torture; and that, having been
rigorously tortured for his secrets, he would be handed over to a
cabal of wizardly ethnologists for lethal dissection.
        Yet, as Guest knew well from his earlier sojourn in the
realms of Drangsturm, the management of trade along the Drangsturm
Road (the road between the Castle of Controlling Peace and the
Castle of Controlling Power) was routinely controlled by the
soldiers of the Landguard. Since Guest was presumed to be dead, no
member of that garrison force would be on the lookout for him, so
he thought the danger of his capture was minimal.
        In practice, Guest proved right in this. He was able to
travel the Drangsturm Road unmolested, thus reaching the Salt Road
which ran up Argan's western seaboard.
        Guest headed toward Narba, feeling rather more hopeful now he
had negotiated the dangers of Drangsturm. But, en route to Narba,
he began to hear the most troubling news from the north. There
were wild rumors of war; of dragons; of a Power which turned the
living to stone; of battles of wizards; of the overthrow of
cities; of a wholesale piracy which looted entire provinces; of
plague; of mad dogs; of living rainbows; of werewolves; of
outbreaks of contagious vampirism; of blasphemy; of revolution; of
treason; of treachery; of floods; of orcs and ogres; and (ah!
fearsome threat!) of rates of inflation running at a thousand
percentage points per day.
        Giving support to the probability of threat was the fact that
the roads were clogged with refugees; and, on reaching Narba,
Guest found that many of the people there were sailors and
merchants customarily based in Androlmarphos, people who had been
away from that city when it was struck by war, and were unable to
return there because the city had fallen to an alliance of
pirates.
        From what Guest could make out, it seemed that the city of
Androlmarphos had been invaded by pirates from the Greater Teeth.
The Harvest Plains, the nation which owned the seaport of
Androlmarphos, was arming for war - seeking to displace the
pirates from their seaport. In the Rice Empire, the armies were
likewise arming for war, and - if rumor was to be believe - Lord
Regan of the Rice Empire hoped to profit from disturbance in the
Harvest Plains by launching an invasion of those Plains.
        This gave Guest a problem.
        How was he to go north in the face of such a concatenation of
difficulties? And if he did go north, how was he to preserve
himself against being mistaken for a spy, or for a pirate, or for
a bandit?
        Fortunately, an easy solution to Guest Gulkan's difficulties
was at hand. Narba had long traded with the pirates of the Greater
Teeth; and, now that those pirates had ambitiously seized the city
of Androlmarphos, Narba continued to provide them with every
facility they could pay for. So pirate recruiters were working
freely in Narba, recruiting mercenaries, and pouring out the
treasure of Androlmarphos to build an army which could contend
against the might of the Harvest Plains.
        So Guest volunteered himself for war, and thus was shortly
shipped north to Androlmarphos, so avoiding the dangers posed by
whatever part of rumor could be substantiated by fact.
        Thus it came to pass that the Weaponmaster was in the city of
Androlmarphos when that city was assailed by the armies of the
Harvest Plains. Since the forces of ordered civilization triumphed
on this occasion over the lawless forces of piracy, the Harvest
Plains reclaimed Androlmarphos; the pirates retreated north to the
Greater Teeth; and Guest Gulkan found himself very well advanced
on his journey to the Old City of Penvash.
        At this stage, an inexperienced adventurer would have
incontinently flung himself into a direct assault on the Old City
itself. Guest could have done as much. He could have stolen a
boat, and shipped himself from the islands of the Greater Teeth to
the shores of Argan. From there, he could - if all else failed -
have simply walked north to the Old City.
        But the Weaponmaster doubted very much that the star-globe
which had been used to control the Door in the Old City in Penvash
was still to be found in those ancient ruins. After all, during
Guest's sojourn in Dalar ken Halvar the Circle of Doors which was
based in Penvash had not been reopened. The Door in Dalar ken
Halvar's Grand Arena had been diligently watched by the Silver
Emperor's minions, and not once had it shown the slightest flicker
of life.
        Guest presumed, then, that the bandits who had won possession
of the star-globe had carried their treasure away from the Old
City. He presumed, further, that they would naturally seek to
recruit the aid of a prince, a king or an emperor before they
attempted to reopen the Circle which was based in Penvash.
        For, if you find yourself in possession of a device which can
open Doors to places as dangerous and as various as a battlefield
and a Grand Arena, then it necessarily follows that you must be
rather more than a bandit to successfully exploit such a device in
defiance of the lords of the territories to which such Doors open.
        Hence Guest suspected that those who currently held the star-
globe would be seeking to enlist the support of some territorial
power in or near Penvash. Thus thinking, the Weaponmaster ventured
no footsore journey to the Old City, but, instead, set about the
business of suborning a territorial power for his own purposes.
        To this end, Guest set himself the job of getting close to
the leader of the defeated pirates, a Rovac-born warlord by the
name of Elkor Alish. Being jealous of the secret of star-globe and
Doors, Guest did not immediately reveal all to Alish. Indeed, he
revealed nothing. Guest thought he should first learn the temper
of this man, and assess the degree to which his oath was
trustworthy, and should only then suggest to him an alliance of
purpose.
        So Guest sought audience with the black-bearded Elkor Alish,
he of the elegant dress, the bright-gleaming jewels. On being
granted audience, Guest sought employment as a bodyguard.
        "Explain yourself," said Elkor Alish.
        Upon which the Weaponmaster gave a heavily circumscribed
account of his own life. He declared himself to be the son of
Onosh Gulkan, the ruler who had been overthrown so many years ago
by the barbarous Khmar.
        "My childhood was spent in Gendormargensis," said Guest,
"where I was tutored exclusively by Rovac warriors. Thus I learnt
the manners of the Rovac, and something of their tongue. After my
father lost his empire, I was exiled into the world. Thereafter, I
put my sword at the service of the world, until I wandered too
near Drangsturm and fell victim to the Ethnologists who dominate
the castles of wizardry."
        "The Ethnologists?" said Alish. "I have long studied the
Confederation of Wizards, for I count that Confederation as the
greatest of my enemies, but I have heard nothing of these
Ethnologists."
        "They are a new and horrible kind of evil," said Guest. "They
are a cabal of wizards which specializes in the destructive
interrogation of selected individuals from every race and nation.
They seek to gain intimate knowledge of the strengths and
weaknesses of each breed of men, so that by possession of such
knowledge they can conquer the world."
        This news was of intense interest to Elkor Alish, who was
widely famed for his hatred of all wizards. So the mighty Rovac
warrior demanded a full account of Guest's experiences at the
hands of the Ethnologists, and Guest happily obliged, ending with
a graphic account of the heroic manner in which he had finally
fought his way out of the Castle of Controlling Power, leaving
seven wizards dying in his wake.
        "All this is well and good," said Alish, pleased to hear a
tale so greatly to his taste. "But you have yet to explain why I
should hire you as my bodyguard. I am of the Rovac and have others
of the Rovac in my entourage."
        "Yes, my lord," said Guest. "And my father was of the
Yarglat, and had many mighty Yarglat warriors in his entourage.
Yet his bodyguards were of the Rovac. For the Rovac had no power
base in Tameran, therefore could not be a threat to his rule.
Likewise, as a single Yarglat barbarian in the Greater Teeth, I
have no power base. Hence I can be trusted."
        "Are you accusing my Rovac compatriots of harboring thoughts
of revolution?" said Alish.
        "I remark only that my lord is said to have lately been in
dispute with one of his valued Rovac compatriots," said Guest
Gulkan. "While serving in Androlmarphos, I have heard much of the
tale of Elkor Alish and Morgan Hearst. The details are all in
confusion, yet it seems clear that here were two Rovac warriors,
and that bad blood led to battle between them."
        This was undeniable.
        Still.
        "There are many refugees like yourself," said Alish.
"Masterless men without power base. If I make a choice of such for
my bodyguards, why should I trust one of them and not you?"
        "Because of my familiarity with wizards and their ways,"
answered Guest. "Wizards are your enemies, or so it is said. As
their prisoner, I have learnt of their ways, and of their devices.
My lord has sought to command such devices, and to use them
against their originators. Yet many of his men have a
superstitious dread of such things, and no knowledge of their
powers and limitations."
        "Good, but not good enough," said Elkor Alish. "There are a
thousand people a day petitioning for my patronage. You will have
to do better than that if you want to be my bodyguard."
        "Then," said Guest, "know this. I had a special motive for
seeking to serve you."
        "What?" said Alish.
        "I am Guest Gulkan, the son of Onosh Gulkan, and the rightful
heir to the Collosnon Empire. My lord Alish is engaged in a
struggle which has as its ultimate aim the control of the western
seaboard of Argan and the destruction of the Confederation of
Wizards. With such ambition secured, his thoughts will turn north.
Surely. With his ambition contented by the digestion of Argan, he
will want allies in the north. I do not ask my lord to give me an
army. Not now. Not this month, or next. But I suggest to my lord
that it might be to his ultimate advantage to accept my offer of
service, that he may sound out the degree to which my oath is
trustworthy, and learn my temper."
        This speech was greatly pleasing to Elkor Alish.
        It was true that Alish had grotesquely grandiose visions of
conquest, and entertained these visions still, even though he had
lost the city of Androlmarphos and had been driven back to the
Greater Teeth. In defeat, few believed that Alish could do more
than hold those bare and barren rocks against the onslaughts of
his enemies. So Guest made the sweetest of music when he
confidently stated that Alish would secure Argan as his own - and
then have the strength to look for greater influence to the north.
        Alish considered at length.
        Then said:
        "I can offer you nothing now."
        "I ask for nothing now," said Guest. "I wish only to serve,
that we may measure each other's temper. When we have tested each
other's temper, then we may talk of power, of conquest, of
alliance. Till then, my sword is yours."
        With that persuasive argument, Guest Gulkan entered the
service of Elkor Alish. Flattery had helped win him that position;
and his knowledge of the works of wizards; and the fact that he
had personally murdered seven wizards in the course of escaping
from the vile and hideous ethnologists who had turned the Castle
of Controlling Power into a grim place of screaming evil and of
blood-curdling torture. Added to this, it must be acknowledged
that a person of royal birth is always of potential use to any
ruler; for the superstitions of the world are such that it is
commonly thought that an emperor's son has a heaven-sent claim to
great destiny, and Elkor Alish must surely have been aware of the
political potential of such superstition.
        So Guest was installed in the court of Elkor Alish, who was
then making a diligent effort to acquire whatever devices of
wizardly power he could gather in by purchase, by bribery, by
search and by theft.
        Having thus placed himself at the heart of the information
nexus, Guest was ideally placed to learn of the destiny of the
star-globe. And his manoeuvering was duly rewarded on the day when
Rolf Thelemite himself was produced before Elkor Alish, and was
commanded to tell the tale of his adventuring in Penvash.
        One can imagine the shock, astonishment and consternation of
Rolf Thelemite when he was brought before Elkor Alish and found
the Weaponmaster standing as bodyguard at that warlord's side.
Rolf had last met up with Guest on a desert island on the Circle
of the Door of the Old City, and had last parted from him on a
battlefield to which one of the other Doors of that Circle had
opened.
        How then had Guest come to be standing on the Greater Teeth,
in company with Elkor Alish? And in what capacity was he there?
And with what intention?
        "Be not afraid of me," said Elkor Alish, seeing Rolf
Thelemite's confusion. "I am merciful. All I want is the truth. Do
but grace me with the truth of your history, and I will be
content."
        Then Guest intervened.
        "My lord," said Guest. "If I may make so bold."
        "Be bold," said Alish. "It is a virtue in a warrior, though
it be a vice in a chambermaid."
        "Then, my lord," said Guest, "let me say that I know this
man. This Rolf Thelemite, he was bodyguard to my father in the
days when he served my father in Gendormargensis. He was a mighty
warrior in my father's armies, and covered himself in glory in the
battles of our empire. His confusion is perhaps because he thinks
I have placed myself at your side by subterfuge."
        "Is this so?" said Elkor Alish.
        "It, uh, it's true," said Rolf Thelemite, whose true terror
came from the fact that he was an oath-breaker accursed of Rovac,
and was sure to be dead meat if Elkor Alish learnt of the details
of his history.
        "Then know that Guest Gulkan has declared himself to us
properly as the son of Onosh Gulkan, the Witchlord of Tameran,"
said Elkor Alish. "He has declared himself further to be the son
of Bao Gahai, a witch - and, as all the world knows, the witches
are the sworn enemies of all wizards. My enemy's enemy is my
friend, and the wizards of the Confederation are most definitely
my enemies."
        This set Rolf Thelemite to gaping, for, if there was anything
Rolf was sure of, it was that Guest Gulkan was not and could not
possibly be the son of Bao Gahai. For the dralkosh Bao Gahai was
surely a thousand years beyond the age of childbearing, hence
could not have mothered Guest. But - well, Elkor Alish had never
set eyes on Bao Gahai, nor was he likely to. And doubtless Guest
had stretched the truth at the corners to win himself the
confidence of the doughty Elkor Alish.
        Very well.
        "My lord," said Rolf. "I, uh, you're - it's this globe you're
interested in."
        "This globe of stars," confirmed Elkor Alish. "This Door of
Doors.
        "You've, ah, heard some of this story," said Rolf Thelemite.
"From Drake Douay, I mean. Did you speak to him? They said you met
him in 'Marphos, they said - "
        "Just the truth," said Alish, cutting off Rolf Thelemite's
verbating.
        Then Rolf controlled himself, and gave a plain account of his
doings.
        "I was engaged in this diplomacy business," said Rolf. "There
was a mission, a mission from the Greaters to Ork."
        "So I've heard," said Alish.
        "There was a sea-wreck," said Rolf.
        "Is there any other kind of wreck?" said Alish.
        Rolf Thelemite was about to answer in the affirmative. Rolf
Thelemite was about to say that a person could be air-wrecked as
easily as they could be sea-wrecked. But then Guest Gulkan caught
Rolf Thelemite's eye, and conveyed a warning by the grimness of
his expression.
        Only then did Rolf Thelemite catch himself. He was in the
presence of Elkor Alish, the scourge of the Confederation of
Wizards. It might well be death for Rolf if he was to confess his
long association with the notorious Hostaja Torsen Sken-Pitilkin,
wizard of Drum, wizard of the order of Skatzabratzumon, and master
of controlled flight. Much has been written about the hazards of
the battlefield, and the dangers of the sea, but the terrors of a
court can be worse than storm and battle put together; and Rolf,
realizing how dangerous his long association with Sken-Pitilkin
might yet prove to the integrity of his liver, was hard put to
know what to say next.
        "You were saying?" said Alish.
        "There's, ah, carts," said Rolf Thelemite. "Carts can be
wrecked, yes, wheels came off, Drake told me once, a cart, it was
Cam, there was coal, a whole building demolished, there - "
        "Just the facts," said Alish. "The facts of your journey.
Briefly. Not the whole of your life in vomiting detail."
        "Ah," said Rolf, relieved that this dangerous business of
wrecking was done with. "I was diplomat, then. But wrecked.
Wrecked on Penvash. There was capture and battle beforehand, a big
ship, a metal ship, but the wrecking was the end of it, and, ah -
inland, we went inland, north was the start and the south to be
the finish, and the Old City in the middle."
        "Tell on," said Alish.
        "We reached this Old City," said Rolf, "and it was Drake,
Drake Douay, you've met him, I'm told. He found the globe, it was
full of stars, he put in this hole, and then this Door opened, a
Door between countries."
        "Then?" said Alish.
        "We closed it," said Rolf. "Because it was, ah, there were
crocodiles, there were big lizards, a battle, all kinds of stuff,
giant centipedes, a mountainside. So we got back to the Old City,
we closed it, that was enough. But then there was a fight."
        "I'm sure there was," said Alish. "So?"
        "The, the globe," said Rolf, "it got lost in the river.
Because of the fight, I mean."
        "Then?" said Alish.
        "Then we came back," said Rolf, lamely. "Back home. Back to
the Greaters, I mean."
        "And that's it?" said Alish.
        "That's it," said Rolf.
        And that was the end of the interview.
        Guest Gulkan then expected Elkor Alish to rush an army to
Penvash to filter that region's rivers for the star-globe. But
Alish remained singularly unmoved by Rolf Thelemite's revelations.
And, on mature reflection, Guest Gulkan realized the reason why.
        Elkor Alish desired to conquer Argan. The Door in the Old
City started in no place in which he wanted to be, and went to no
place to which he wanted to go. Ultimately, he desired to make war
on the wizards of Drangsturm, true - but there was no point
whatsoever in opening a Door which debouched into the territory of
the Swarms on the wrong side of Drangsturm. Alish was searching
for devices, yes, but he wanted things he could use immediately as
weapons of war.
        Unlike Guest Gulkan, Alish did not know of the existence of
the far more valuable Circle of the Partnership Banks. Unlike
Guest Gulkan, Alish did not have a father who ruled Alozay, where
one of the Doors of the Banks was located. Unlike Guest Gulkan,
Alish did not have the hope of eventually making an alliance with
gigantic and invulnerable jade-green demons like Ko of Chi'ash-lan
and Italis of Alozay.
        So Guest Gulkan began to plan an expedition into Penvash on
his own account, and to this end he renewed his acquaintance with
Rolf Thelemite, and tried to meet and covertly interrogate all
those who had been in Penvash when the star-globe was lost to the
river. For Guest had already realized that the difficulties of
finding a small star-globe in a large river could well be extreme;
and that he could easily exhaust his life in futile search unless
he could pin down the location of loss with some degree of
exactitude.
        In the end, Guest realized that research would not be
sufficient in itself. To have any hope of success, he would have
to take Rolf Thelemite or one of Thelemite's companions to
Penvash, together with several hundred people equipped to
rigorously search whatever stretch of river Thelemite indicated as
the site of star-globe's loss.
        To this end, Guest Gulkan began to sound out the temper of
some of the other chieftains on the Greaters, concentrating in
particular on the most lordly of the pirates.
        When Guest was not thus engaged, he spent much of his time in
a green bottle which had fallen to Elkor Alish's possession. In
the secrecy of that bottle - the commanding ring of which was
retained in Alish's possession - Guest spent most of his time
writing a detailed account of the fortifications of Drangsturm,
and of the Castle of Controlling Power in particular. Since Guest
had studied those fortifications in detail, he was well-equipped
for the task; and, since he still held a grudge against the
Confederation, and against its ethnologists in particular, he had
no hesitation in honorably discharging that duty.
        Thus Guest was hard at work in the green bottle when that
treasure of treasures was stolen from Elkor Alish by a sneak-thief
named Togura Poulaan; and Guest was still helplessly imprisoned in
the same bottle when that Poulaan carried it away from the Greater
Teeth in a small boat which was shortly struck by storm.