fine comic turn when he removed his hand from her bosom. He was a master, he really was. Sad that his sort of clowning had fallen a bit out of fashion lately. He was only getting better as he got older, and yet the audience was slipping away. Looking for the more bitter, nasty comedy of the young physical satirists. The brutal, violent comedy that always gave at least the illusion of hurting somebody.
The scene went on. The laughs came. The scene ended. Applause. Kokor scurried off the stage in relief- and disappointment. No one in the audience was chanting her name; no one had even shouted it once like a catcall. How long would she have to wait?
"Too pretty," said Tumannu, the stagekeeper, her face sour. "That note's supposed to sound like you're reaching sexual climax. Not like a bird."
"Yes yes," said Kokor, "I'm so sorry." She always agreed with everybody and then did what she wanted. This comedy wasn't worth doing if she couldn't show her voice to best advantage at least now and then. And it got the laugh when she did it her way, didn't it? So nobody could very well say that her way was wrong. Tumannu just wanted her to be obedient, and Kokor didn't intend to be obedient. Obedience was for children and husbands and household pets.
"Not like a bird," said Tumannu again.
"How about like a bird reaching sexual climax?" asked Gulya, who had come offstage right after her.
Kokor giggled, and even Tumannu smiled her tight sour little smile.
"There's someone waiting for you, Kyoka," said Tumannu.
It was a man. But not an aficionado of her work, or he'd have been out front, watching her perform. She had seen him before. Ah, yes-he showed up now and then when Mother's permanent husband, Wetchik, came to visit. He was Wetchik's chief servant, wasn't he? Manager of the exotic flower business when Wetchik was away on caravan. What was his name?
"I am Rashgallivak," he said. He looked very grave.
"Oh?" she said.
"I am deeply sorry to inform you that your father has met with brutal violence."
What an extraordinary thing to tell her. She could hardly make sense of it for a moment. "Someone has injured him?"
"Fatally, madam."
"Oh," she said. There was meaning to this, and she would find it. "Oh, then that would mean that he's ....ead?"
"Accosted on the street and murdered in cold blood," said Rashgallivak.
It wasn't even a surprise, really, when you thought about it. Father had been making such a bully of himself lately, putting all those masked soldiers on the streets. Terrifying everybody. But Father was so strong and intense that it was hard to imagine anything actually thwarting him for long. Certainly not permanently. "There's no hope of... recovery?"
Gulya had been standing near enough that now he easily inserted himself into the conversation. "It seems to be a normal case of death, madam, which means the prognosis isn't good." He giggled.
Rashgallivak gave him quite a vicious shove and sent him staggering. "That wasn't funny," he said.
"They're letting critics backstage now?" said Gulya. "During the performance?"
"Go away, Gulya," said Kokor. It had been a mistake to sleep with the old man. Ever since then he had thought he had some claim to intimacy with her.
"Naturally it would be best if you came with me," said Rashgallivak.
"But no," said Kokor. "No, that wouldn't be best." Who was he ? He wasn't any kin to her at all, not that she knew of. She would have to go to Mother. Did Mother know yet? "Does Mother ..."
"Naturally I told her first, and she told me where to find you. This is a very dangerous time, and I promised her that I would protect you."
Kokor knew he was lying, of course. Why should she need this stranger to protect her? From what? Men always got this way, though, insisting that a woman who hadn't a fear in the world needed watching out for. Ownership, that's what men always meant when they spoke of protection. If she wanted a man to own her, she had a husband, such as he was. She hardly needed this old pizdook to look out for her.
"Where's Sevet?"
"She hasn't been found yet. I must insist that you come with me."
Now Tumannu had to get into the scene. "She's going nowhere. She has three more scenes, including the climax."
Rashgallivak turned on her, and now there was some hint of majesty about him, instead of mere vague befuddlement. "Her father has been killed," he