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Authors: Sonia Lyris

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This was where Innel came when he needed something uncommon. For his part, he saw to it that Bolah could do her business unencumbered by time-consuming questions from the crown’s auditors about anything as insignificant as the veracity of the marks on her cups.

“And so, what can I do for you, Captain?”

“I need someone brought to me.”

Bolah raised her eyebrows in question.

“With no mistakes.”

She held out her hands, as if to say she was sad he asked for so little.

“Very quietly.”

“What sort of someone?”

“A girl child.”

“I know many who could do this for you.”

Innel reached into his pocket and brought out two souver touches, placing the heavy, palm-sized coins on the table between them. It was the rest of everything he had, including the cache of simple souvers that he and Pohut had secreted away against some final, desperate need.

But he had no choice; he must get the girl in hand, and to do so meant the appearance of being able to spend this amount easily. If all went as planned, that would soon be true enough.

He placed them palace-side up, each stamped with a detailed likeness of the multistoried monarchical mansion. Not the side that showed the sigils of the Eight Great Houses. A clear message, one that she could hardly miss. “I want the best,” he said. “And soon.”

Bolah did a fair impression of barely considering the coins, but Innel was not fooled; he had her keen attention. “The best, ser? In-city? In the province? Across the empire?”

“Yes.”

“And soon as well? You ask a great deal, Captain.” Her eyes flickered to the souver touches. “You will be spending more than that.”

“I may need some credit extended to me.”

“Ah,” she said, drawing out the sound, a look of calculated sadness across her wrinkled features.

“I am going to marry the princess, Bolah. Who will one day soon be queen of the empire. What is that worth, do you think?”

For a moment she looked elsewhere, as if attempting to answer his question by calculating sums. Her eyes flickered back to him and she gave him a merchant’s best smile. “I believe I can help you, Captain.”

“You have someone in mind.”

Bolah took a sip of her wine. “If he is available.”

“Reliable? Discreet?”

“And talented and capable, with a solid reputation. My first choice, Captain, if I required such a service. And had I the resources of your princess.”

He did not miss her point.

“It may take more than money to interest him. He chooses his patrons, not the other way around.”

Innel swirled the wine in his cup, watching the red liquid slowly fall in tails down the insides. “What will it take, then?”

“I would not presume to suppose. You will need to negotiate directly with him. I will, of course, take my percentage of any coin, goods, or worth of services on which you agree.”

“Of course.”

“Shall I arrange a meeting?”

“Yes.”

“With or without your name, Captain?”

He considered the benefits of anonymity. If the man was as capable as Bolah said, then Innel’s own future status was part of the enticement. At the same time, knowing who he was would make him vulnerable.

A balance of risks, as always.

“Give him my name.”

“Captain, in your interest I must say again that this man is expensive. There are ten or twenty in Yarpin alone who are strong, quick, and smart enough to assist you in this matter. Even a handful of them would cost less than this single man. Are you quite, quite sure—”

Innel lifted two fingers, and Bolah fell silent. The gesture was Cern’s, and he was finding it an effective reminder to people of his changing position. He took a sip of the wine. Sweet and dusty, a hint of woodsmoke and pine behind the spices.

Bolah waited, giving every impression of being willing to wait forever with perfect delight. She had built a rich business on such impressions.

“I was ten,” Innel said. “My brother had challenged me to a rabbit-hunting contest. The loser would present his clothes to the winner and spend the night in the woods. That year at spring festival my mother had given me an excellent hunting bow. To this day, I don’t know how she afforded it.” At Bolah’s bemused look, he gave a bitter smile. “Don’t mistake being raised in the palace for having money, Grandmother.”

She inclined her head at this point, then raised her eyebrows for him to continue.

“I had planned to save the bow for when I truly needed it. A hunt with the king, perhaps, something I had not yet been invited to, unlike many others in the Cohort. The contest was only rabbits, I reasoned, so I took a smaller, lesser, and cheaper bow.”

“No rabbits,” Bolah guessed.

“A long, cold, autumn night I will never forget.”

“There is no substitute for quality.”

“Since then I have been fortunate enough to hunt with His Royal Majesty often. Though I fear his hunting days may well be in the past.”

“Oh?” she asked carefully.

“He is not a young man any more,” Innel said. Sometimes it was enough to breathe a little life into a rumor.

“I pray daily to the sea and sky for His Majesty’s most excellent health.”

“As do we all. But no one can stop the years. The moon is eaten and reborn. Seasons chase each other across the year.” He paused. “Wedding horns sound. Knots are tied.”

“Who can know what will come?”

She meant that he was not yet consort, Cern not yet queen. The coronation, even if the king’s promises of abdication were to be relied upon, was still many steps away. There was a limit to how much he could borrow against a future that might not come to pass.

He recalled the girl’s prediction.
I think yes.

“The time is coming to place your wagers, Bolah.”

“You have my full support, Captain.”

He picked up the cup again, swirling the small pool of red at the bottom.

“More wine, Captain?”

“The price of metals is going up. Why are merchants hoarding, Bolah?”

“The markets are always in motion, Captain. Now it simply happens that metals are more in demand than yesterday.”

“The rebellions in Gotar and Sinetel are minor affairs. They will not last long.”

“Then I am sure the price of copper and tin will fall again.”

“Tell your fellow merchants that even now Arunkel troops are putting down these rebellions.”

“As you say, Captain.”

He had debated with himself whether or not to say these next words. Even now he was undecided.

A balance of risks.

“Also,” he said, “I need someone who can see into the future.”

Her expression was uncertain, poised, as if ready to laugh at his joke, as soon as she was sure it was one. Seeing that he was serious, her tentative smile vanished. She shook her head.

“You have heard of no such?”

“Of course I have, Captain. Such rumors come and go with the sea winds. These days they blow with a young man’s bluster. There are always such rumors. Always.”

“Beyond rumor, though?”

“You wish someone without pretense, who can truly predict what will come?”

“I do.”

“If I knew of such a person, Captain, I would have my robes made from House Sartor’s silks, eat myself silly on Elupene’s fermented Kukka berries, and only open my door to mages who would keep me young forever.”

After a lifetime at the palace, Innel had faith in his ability to spot duplicity. He was almost certain Bolah was telling the truth. Almost.

“For such a person I would pay a great deal.”

“Yes,” she said with sober amusement, “you would. But I cannot find what does not exist. Even the most powerful mages cannot foretell the future better than a wealthy gambler.”

So Bolah had not yet heard of the girl.

Or having heard, had not credited the rumor. Innel could almost allow himself to hope the knowledge was contained.

He stood. “Contact me when you find him.”

“You will not be disappointed, Captain,”

He hoped she was right. He needed her to be.

Now Innel half wished he had not told Bolah to give the man his name. If the man were as clever as she had implied, how long until he figured out himself what the girl was?

A true seer. The possibilities were staggering.

But it was too late for regrets. He would simply have to be careful what he told him. And get the man under contract.

Bolah had arranged their meeting at the Frosted Rose, an expensive eatery near the palace where lamps were kept dim to cater to merchants and aristocrats who found it prudent to conduct business away from House and palace.

Innel had dressed in the simple, nondescript garb that a merchant might wear. Nalas was at another table in a similar outfit. After a sip of sunken ale, a fermented drink he didn’t much like, involving roots and fungus that was currently popular, he went to the toilet at the back of the inn. Nalas followed and stood outside to discourage anyone else.

Inside, Innel opened a small vent above his head. He tapped the ceiling in a pattern of knocks based on a well-known ballad.

“Yes?” came a male voice.

“Identify yourself.”

“I am called Tayre. Bolah sent me. In what way can I assist you, ser?”

The tone was not what he had expected. Mild, nearly deferring. Perhaps the tone of a servant.

“She speaks highly of you,” Innel said with some doubt. “That you are without peer across the empire.”

A thoughtful sound. “That seems likely.” Was that disappointment in his tone?

Again, not the response Innel expected. “What you can do for me?”

“What do you need done?”

Innel hesitated. Every person who knew was a vulnerability. “There is a girl. I want her brought to me. Fast and quietly.”

“In what condition?”

“Intact. Alive and well. She is traveling with a woman and a baby. I want them, too, but the girl is my first concern.” He recalled how she had looked at her sister and cradled the baby. There were deep, isolated rooms in the palace dungeons that would house them all. He would clear one. “A bonus for the woman and baby.”

“What do you want with the girl?”

“Does it matter?”

“It might,” the man said. “I can’t know until you tell me.”

“I have questions for her that I don’t want anyone else asking.”

“Are others pursuing her?”

“No,” he said firmly, willing it to be so.

“Will you describe her?”

Again he hesitated. But really, what choice did he have? He could not fetch her himself.

Once he married Cern, once she was crowned, his position would be secure.

If he had the girl, that was.

“Perhaps twelve springs old,” Innel said. “Amarta al Botaros, or at least she was in Botaros last autumn.” Had so much time really passed since then? “Brown hair, past her shoulders. A roundish face, light green eyes, short nose. Her sister is perhaps twenty, with an infant in arms. A boy, I think. Botaros is a mountain village, southeast, off the Sennant River.”

“I know it.”

“How long will it take you, do you think?”

“I don’t know.”

“What? No estimate?”

“Please understand,” Tayre said, “that when you contract with me, you purchase my ability to deliver what is possible and no more.”

Innel gave a soft laugh. “What does that mean?”

“It means that I deliver what you want, if it is in my capability.”

“That’s all you offer?”

“That is all I offer.”

Innel waited for more, but he was silent. No explanations, no promises. For a moment anger sparked in Innel. Was he being toyed with?

No, he was not, he realized. Innel was overly accustomed to the arrogant, blustery talk that made up most of palace conversation. This man was not from the palace. Not from anywhere nearby, either, he guessed. This was simply confidence. “I see,” he said slowly. “When can you begin?”

Spring weather had yet to arrive in force. Snow and ice still clung to the mountain peaks.

“As soon as we come to terms,” Tayre answered. “I will go to Botaros and track her. One hundred souver touches now, against expenses, one hundred more when I deliver her. Another hundred for the sister and baby. All alive.”

Expensive, but not nearly as dear as Innel had expected.

“And.”

“And?”

“Unrestricted passage through Arun.”

Arun, not Arunkel. Not quite an insult, but far from the patriotism Innel was accustomed to. “I can’t even promise myself that.”

“I will accept as sufficient a writ that neither you nor those under your command will detain me in any way.”

“Not if you break laws.”

Now there was open amusement in the other’s voice. “Have you heard the saying that one can break the king’s laws by sneezing, Captain?”

“Liberty
and
immunity? I can’t give you that.”

“I think in your future capacity as Royal Consort you can.”

“Not indefinitely.”

“Ten years.”

“Five.”

“I see Bolah has failed to explain me; I do not bargain. Those are my terms. Do you decline the contract?”

There was something about the soft tone of voice that blunted words that would otherwise have been insulting. It was just the sort of clever trick his brother might have used. He reminded himself what Bolah had said, that there were others far less expensive and nearly as good.

Nearly.

No. He did not have time for mistakes. “What would you do with such free passage if you had it?”

“I have no specific plans.”

“I can’t promise such liberty without knowing.”

“Nothing to undermine your monarch’s agenda. Whoever it happens to be.”

“Or mine.”

A short chuckle. “No, Captain. I can’t afford to be caught between you and your sovereign. Choose one.”

Innel started to answer, stopped. As long as the girl was free to give accurate predictions to anyone else, his plans could be severely and rapidly undermined. At the same time, those plans depended on his unquestioned loyalty to the king and, if things went well, to Cern.

One answer put Innel in danger. The other was treason. Bolah was right. The man was good.

“To protect the crown, then,” Innel said, “you should first direct your loyalty to me.”

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