A Command Performance‘I haven’t broken the oath,’ Mina declared, using her stage voice so it carried across the square. A hundred players burst out in cries of protest. Roberto waited, letting their anger die down.
‘Let me see,’ he said, his voice a little slow and high, like an adult explaining to a small child. He c****d his hip and began counting on his fingers in a grand gesture.
‘“That I will hold true to this Oath of the Players.” Well, let’s set that aside for a moment, since that’s what is at dispute, my sweet.’
Roberto flicked Mina’s cheek with one finger, a tender gesture made violent.
‘“That I will keep silent the secrets of Tarya.” Well, really, it becomes a question of who you haven’t told. Going into Tarya in public places when not performing, telling story tellers—for th
