late yesterday that my resignation has been accepted; with Your
Grace's permission, I will ask Michael's help in setting up the High
Teton Enforcement Service. Although I do not as yet belong to it,
since it has not been officially established."

Startled, Cortin looked at him more closely. He was in uniform, but
now she saw he wasn't wearing any rank or territory insigne. "That can
be remedied easily enough. As of right now, there is a High Teton
Enforcement Service, commanded by Colonel Ivan Petrovich Illyanov.
You're out of uniform, Colonel--would somebody please get him an eagle
from my room?"

A grinning Powell left on that errand while Illyanov stared at her. "I
had not expected to be put in charge, Joan. To the best of my
knowledge, no Enforcement Service has ever been headed by an
Inquisitor, due to the public opinion of our profession."

"You're the only qualified candidate," Cortin said, grinning. "High
Teton's not going to be a normal fief, Ivan; all of the top people are
going to be Sealed. And I think the public perception of a Sealed
Inquisitor is going to be different from that of a non-Sealed one. So
you're it."

"Yes, Your Grace." Illyanov managed a seated bow. "I will, of course,
do my best."

"Prince Edward's going to administer it for the present; get in touch
with him for what you need. And coordinate with Brad and his Strike
Force people." Cortin grinned again. "I don't think you'll have much
trouble finding recruits, in spite of the climate. Just make sure you
find a good-sized house for your Family, and let me know when the
wedding's to be."

"Of course. If you are free at the time, I would be honored to have
you perform the ceremony."

"I'll make a point of it," Cortin assured him. "Oh, thanks, Chuck."
She took the silver eagle from her aide and pinned it on Illyanov's
collar. "There, that's better. Not quite complete yet, but that'll
have to wait till you can have territorial insigne made. Go to it,
Colonel."

"As Your Grace commands." Illyanov rose, smiling. "If I may be
excused, I shall find Michael and discuss the details with him."

* * * * *

Odeon had gone to his room, made himself a cup of herb tea, and settled
into his seldom-used armchair to do some thinking. First Shayan's
torture, now Ivan studying the Empire and speculating that the
Protector might be one of them--maybe not even human!

He stared at the circled-triangl