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not, of course. But wouldn't that be a delicious irony?"
    The work done, he transferred the smile to the sisters. They had no difficulty, any longer, recognizing the humor in it. "I'm a man who appreciates such things, you know."
    They nodded, smiling themselves.
    His own smile faded. "I am not your friend, girls. Never think so. But, perhaps, I am not your enemy either."
    He lifted the package and hefted it slightly. "We will discover which, one of these days."
    The older sister sighed. "It's not finished, then?"
    Their owner's smile returned, this time with more of bright cheer than whimsy. "Finished? I think not!"
    He was actually laughing, now. For the first time since they had entered his possession.
    "I think not! The game has just begun!"
    * * *
    In the days, weeks and months to come, that package—and the ones which went with it—would cause consternation, three times over. And glee, once.
    * * *
    The consternation came in ascending degrees. The least concerned were the soldiers who investigated the murder and mutilation of a brothel-keeper and his chief pimp.
    "Who cares who did it?" yawned the officer in charge of the squad. "Plenty more where they came from."
    He turned away from the bed where the brothel-keeper's body had been found. The linen was still soaked with blood from a throat slit to the bone. "Maybe a competitor. Or it could have been a pissed-off customer." It was apparent, from the bored tone of his voice, that he had no intention of pursuing the matter further.
    The pimp who had succeeded to the brothel's uncertain ownership sighed. "No problem, then?" He fought very hard to keep satisfaction out of his own voice. He was quite innocent of the murders, as it happened, but as the obvious suspect . . .
    "Not that I can see," stated the officer firmly. Just as firmly, he stared at the new brothel-keeper.
    "On the house!" that worthy announced promptly. "You and all your men! For a full day!"
    The officer grinned. "Case closed."
    * * *
    There was more consternation, a few days later, when the murderer reported to his master.
    "You idiot," growled Narses. "Why in the name of God did you kill them? We don't need any attention being drawn. A simple slave purchase, all it was. Happens every day."
    "So do brothel killings," came the retort. Ajatasutra shrugged. "Three reasons. First, I thought the hands would lend a nice touch to the package. Proof of good intentions, so to speak."
    Narses snorted. "God help us. You're pretending to think. " He displayed his inimitable sneer. "His daughters have been hopelessly polluted. What difference does it make—you're Indian yourself, you know how it works—that a couple of the polluters are dead? How many hundreds are still alive?"
    "You might be surprised. Purity is one thing, the satisfaction of vengeance is another. Even we heathen Hindus are not immune to that. Even a philosopher like him will feel a twitch, as much harm as he knows that will do to his karma."
    Ajatasutra leaned forward in his chair, stretching his arms and arching his back. He seemed to take as much pleasure in the supple movements as a cat. "Secondly, I've gotten out of practice." Half-growling: "Your methods are too damned subtle to keep an assassin's skills properly honed."
    Again, Narses snorted. " Pimps. "
    Ajatasutra's lips twisted into a wry grin. "Best I could find." The grin faded. When it was completely gone, his still and expressionless face seemed more like that of a hawk on a limb than a man in a chair.
    "And, finally. I felt like it."
    Narses said nothing. He neither snorted nor sneered.
    * * *
    Weeks later, the package caused immense consternation. It struck the palace at Deogiri like a tornado, leaving a peshwa and his wife weeping tears of joy, an empress confused and uncertain, her advisers divided and torn.
    "It's a trap!" insisted the imperial consort. Raghunath Rao sprang to his feet and practically pounced his way over to the open window in the imperial audience chamber.