Trinket and Doublet spent that night in the master'bedroom of the residence-the room in which, in Governor Golitsyn's time, Trinket had made his first entry into the fort. It had been made warm and cosy for them by the orderlies, with a brightly burning stove and fur rugs on the floor and a pile of well'warmed, fur'lined blankets on the bed. Trinket tried the lid of the great chest. It opened easily, and though the clothes and furs inside may have been different ones, it all seemed pretty much as it had been two or three years before. 'Looking for a Russian princess, Master?' said Doublet teasingly. (She still called him 'Master'.) 'You're my Chinese princess' said Trinket, closing the lid. 'What would I want with a Russian one?' 'Your Chinese princess is in Peking' said Doublet. Trinket ignored this. 'This victory definitely deserves a little "celebration", don't you think?' he asked her. This was the intimate code he always used with her; and she blushed, as she always did on these occasions-though it was quite some time now since she first shared his bed.

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