The Alabaster Staff (31 page)

Fortunately for him, she was on foot and had to avoid being spotted. He had neither of those handicaps. He lashed his horse and rode hard to the enclave, the sound of his horse’s hooves lost beneath the heavy rain.

As he approached the enclave, Demok saw a guardhouse with a single desultory guard leaning against one wall, wrapped in his cloak and feebly warmed by the red glow of a magical fire that hovered in the rear corner.

Demok rode up and reined in his horse as the guard stood to challenge him.

“Miserable night to stand guard,” said Demok.

“Worse for riding about,” responded the guard, and Demok caught the definite edge of a veteran soldier in his voice. “What ails you?”

“A young woman may come. So tall, slender, pretty.”

“Dark hair?” asked the guard. “Big smile? Moves like a cat?”

Demok nodded and said, “Came here two nights ago.”

“I know her,” said the guard.

“Excellent. If she comes, give her shelter. Keep her safe. And keep her here. I’ll be back for her, personally.” Demok fished in his purse and produced ten gold coins. “For any expenses incurred while under Thayan protection.”

“Understood,” said the guard, placing the coins in a leather pouch at his belt. “You have a night ride, now.” He raised one eyebrow and worked his tongue. “Bleah. Listen to me. I’m not sure whether I was going to say ‘nice ride’ or ‘nice night.’ Well, whichever it was, have it.”

With a nod, Demok swung around and rode for Wheelwright’s Street. He hoped he would beat her to it, and he hoped it would be otherwise unoccupied.

His job would be much more difficult if the body snatchers returned.

S
hivering with cold, Kehrsyn looked around at the open plaza surrounding the Chariot Memorial. The entire area, as she’d expected at such a late hour on such a wretched night, was deserted. She moved quickly over to Wheelwright’s, down to the wedge-shaped building, and climbed the ladder. She wondered how long it would be before people figured out it was abandoned.

Maybe, she thought, I could set myself up as landlord and charge people rent to stay here. But first I’d have to clean it up. And get rid of the dog and those last two mangled bodies.

She opened the door and stepped in, eager to get out of the frigid rain and put anything solid between herself and the legions of guards she envisioned chasing her throughout the streets of Messemprar.

The door slammed shut. Someone behind her wrapped one arm around her arms and clamped a hand over her mouth.

A rough voice hissed, “Quiet!”

A man’s voice. Kehrsyn kicked upward with her heel, looking to discommode whomever it was, but she felt him twist slightly and her heel struck his thigh. The man dropped onto his back, pulling them down together, then he rolled over, pinning her body beneath him. Doing so, he’d freed up the arm that had pinned her hands, and just as she thought to grab his hair or claw his eyes, she felt the tip of a blade at her throat. She considered biting the fingers that stifled her mouth but decided that the blade’s tip was too great a threat. Instead, she slowly held her hands out to the side and tapped the floor in surrender.

The man kept one knee on her back as he rose. She heard him mumble something in an arcane tongue, and a small glowing orb, not much larger than a firefly but much brighter, appeared in the middle of the room. Once the room was lit, he rose to his feet, backing away so that she could sit up. She did so and turned to see who had captured her.

“Demok!” she gasped, seeing his short sword bared and leveled. “Please don’t kill me. Please, I have important news for Massedar. You have to take me back, but don’t let Ahegi see me, or he’ll kill me.”

Demok raised one hand and leveled it at Kehrsyn, pointing it in a commanding manner.

“Quiet,” he said.

“But—”

“Quiet!”

Keeping one eye on Kehrsyn, Demok used his free hand to move a few packs and bags in front of the door, blocking it. The makeshift barricade wouldn’t stop someone determined to pass, but it would slow someone—someone like her—for a few precious seconds. Kehrsyn grew more and more nervous, for what would one more body in the building be?

It crossed her mind to wonder how Demok knew where
the building was. No one in Wing’s Reach knew about the place. She’d been very careful …

“Oh no,” said Kehrsyn, “you’re one of them. You’re with the Dragon Queen! I won’t tell anyone … please. I promise.”

Demok did not acknowledge her outburst. Rising, he circled around Kehrsyn to put himself between her and the other two exits from the room.

“I watched you perform at the Jackal’s Courtyard,” he said.

“Yeah, I know,” replied Kehrsyn, on the verge of tears. “I saw you.”

“I let you,” he said. “I’d watched three days.”

“You did?” asked Kehrsyn, eager to perpetuate the conversation, as the longer they talked, the longer she stayed alive.

“Studied your skills,” he said. “You’re good.”

“Thanks,” said Kehrsyn.

“When the woman framed you, you escaped. Saw me. Ran. Guards gave chase. We fell, entering the alley.”

“Yeah, I remember,” said Kehrsyn.

“Deliberate.”

“What do you mean? You mean you—”

“Later, you hid in an alley,” interrupted Demok. “Two Zhents closing in. Then a whistle. They chased after someone else. False lead.”

“Yeah, that’s what happened,” said Kehrsyn. “The sorceress said that Mask, the God of Thieves, favored me.”

“That was me, too.”

“What?”

“I tripped so you’d get away,” he said. “I led them away so you’d live.” He paused, studying Kehrsyn’s reaction, then added, “Had a reason. Still do. So I’m not going to kill you now.”

Kehrsyn closed her eyes, sagged to the floor in relief, and started to cry.

“I’ll build a fire,” said Demok.

A short while later, Demok had a bright fire going. He’d lit a lamp and placed candles burning at key points throughout the building to burn away the growing stink of death.

Kehrsyn’s clothes lay spread before the fire, slowly drying. Her bag, dagger, and rapier stood nearby. The decoy staff lay buried at the bottom of the bag, placed there when Demok had left the room to allow her to change in privacy. She sat wrapped in several warm blankets staring at the fire.

“Can’t go back tonight,” Demok said. “Too dark. Dangerous. We’ll go in the morning.”

“That’s probably best,” said Kehrsyn.

“Important news?”

Kehrsyn looked up at Demok’s face, illuminated by the fire.

She hesitated, then said, “I know I can trust you, but I mean can I really trust you? This is big. I mean, you have to keep it secret. Really, really secret.”

In answer, Demok clenched his fist and held it in the flames. Kehrsyn gasped. She saw the hairs on his arm ignite and flare into nonexistence. The smell of burned hair quickly spread.

“A’right a’right a’right, I can trust you,” she said. “Please just take your hand out!”

He did so, flexed his hand, and blew on it.

“Right back,” he said, took a dishcloth, and stepped outside.

When he returned, the cloth was soaked with chilly rainwater and wrapped around his hand.

“I hope you didn’t hurt yourself,” said Kehrsyn. “We may need your sword.”

“I’m always ready to fight,” said Demok. “Tell me.”

Kehrsyn took a deep breath and said, “Well, first of all, Ahegi is actually Ekur.”

“I grew up in Sespech,” said Demok. “That name means nothing.”

“Oh, right …” said Kehrsyn. “Ekur used to be a high priest of Gilgeam.”

“Gilgeam I know,” said Demok.

“Ekur was in charge of Shussel, which was the town where I grew up. I knew I knew him when I first saw him, but last time I saw him was over twelve years ago, and it took me until now to figure out who he was. I’m glad I finally recognized him. Anyway, I found out that he’s working with the Zhentarim, and I think he was behind me stea—uh, behind the theft of the Alabaster Staff, and I think either the Tiamatans have hidden it somewhere or, more likely, the Zhents have it.”

Demok looked genuinely surprised.

“He’s a Zhent?” he asked, leaning forward. “How?”

“Well, the, uh, people who made me … you know … they had this map of Wing’s Reach. They said they got it from the city archives, but it had all the recent additions, so it was a new map. And it had the location of the Alabaster Staff marked on it. That meant someone was a traitor. And they said as much, but they didn’t know who it was, because it was this ‘friend of a friend’ sort of thing.”

Kehrsyn bit her lip as she considered what to say next.

“I figured it was the Zhentarim,” she continued. “From everything I’ve been hearing, they’re working hard to worm their way into Unther, and despite what I said back in Wing’s Reach I can’t see anyone selling out to the pharaoh. The question was, who? I figured it was someone high, because they knew about the staff’s hiding place. That meant it was you or Ahegi, most likely. I chose to try Ahegi first, because I figured it’d be harder to get something past you. And to be honest, I wanted it to be Ahegi, because he’d been giving me butterflies every time I saw him.

“So I find out. I write this note like I think maybe the Zhentarim would write it, and I sneak in and leave it on his
bed. And for some reason he goes to talk to Massedar first, maybe to tell him he’s leaving the building or something, and he goes all the way across town in a real hurry to a ship.”

“A ship,” echoed Demok, unable to follow Kehrsyn’s train of thought.

“Don’t you see? When the people came here and took all the bodies away—oh, wait, you weren’t here. See, this used to be where the thieves’ guild was, and—never mind, it’s not important right now. But these Tiamat guys came in the middle of the night, and they took away all these dead bodies, and the guy in charge said they were going to leave them on the Zhentish ship. So these guys gave the Zhents all kinds of dead bodies! So that’s why I think either Tiamat is helping them or the Zhents are using them, too.”

Demok narrowed his eyes and asked, “Did they say which ship?”

“They said it was called the
Bow Before Me
.”

Demok nodded again, running a thumb across his lower lip, and said, “It’s in port, all right. It’s tied up at the Long Wharf.”

“Yes!” said Kehrsyn. “That’s where Ekur went when he read the note. He went to the ship on the Long Wharf.”

“When he got back, he ordered you killed,” concluded Demok. “Makes sense.”

“Yeah, maybe he spotted me shadowing him. I’m not as good as you are.”

Demok ignored the comment, causing Kehrsyn to wonder if he thought anyone was as good as he was.

“So Ekur,” said Demok, “an ex-Gilgeamite, has embraced Bane, Lord of Darkness.”

“That sounds bad,” said Kehrsyn.

“Worse,” said Demok. “Devoted my life to fighting them. Had a hunch they were holing up here. Wondered if they were in Wing’s Reach, the way the house rose to prominence.”

“Is Massedar in danger?” asked Kehrsyn.

“Only if Ahegi finds out we know. I’ll speak with Massedar directly.” He rose and grabbed his swords. “You wait here.”

“Please be careful,” said Kehrsyn. “And tell him I’m fine.”