The Raven Ring (9 page)

“Unlikely,” the newcomer said in a dismissive tone, adjusting his cap carefully over his wavy blond hair. He smiled warmly at Eleret. “So lovely a woman would never be a thief. Her face is too memorable for such a profession.”

“Exactly!” Gorchastrin said, but Eleret thought he did not seem as sure of himself as he had a moment previously. “I remember her perfectly.”

“I regret that I cannot return the compliment,” Eleret said politely. She shifted the kit unobtrusively as far away from him as she could manage, and slipped her left hand into her slit skirt pocket, just in case. “But as I have said, I have never seen the Grand Master before. The bag is mine; it was given to me this morning by Commander Weziral of the Imperial Guard. I’m sure that he will tell you so himself, should you ask.”

“Well, then,” the guardswoman said, clearly relieved. “That settles the matter, doesn’t it?”

“I believe it should,” the young lord, Daner, said. Eleret barely kept herself from an irritated frown at the smug undertone in his voice. He hadn’t done anything to warrant such self-satisfaction. Then she did frown. Why
had
Daner come shoving his dagger in where it wasn’t wanted? Was he after Tamm’s kit, too? Or was she seeing shadows on noon snow?

“Not so fast!” Gorchastrin said. “How do you know she’s telling the truth? How do you know she hasn’t bribed this Commander Weziral to say whatever she wants?”

Eleret stiffened at the implied insult, then saw that the guardswoman looked just as horrified as she felt. Before either of them could speak, Daner’s eyebrows rose in haughty disdain. “Bribe a Commander of the
Imperial Guard of Ciaron
? You forget yourself, Rathani.”

Gorchastrin’s lips tightened. “I meant no insult to your people,” he said with effort. “I intended only to express my doubts about this woman.” He gestured at Eleret.

So Gorchastrin would apologize for insulting the Ciaronese, but not for the affront to a Cilhar, would he? Eleret wished she could pull her knife and challenge him at once, but that would be poor tactics. Without proof, one way or another, the two Ciaronese might not support her. More important, it would be foolish to start a fight while she was wearing the Ciaronese-style skirt. The wretched thing was hard enough to
walk
in. “If it is a question of
my word,
perhaps Adept Climeral of the Island of the Third Moon will speak for me,” she said instead. “I was just on my way to the school to see him, and it’s only another block or two.”

Even Daner looked startled by this announcement. The guard’s eyes narrowed. “In that case, I think this can be settled quickly. Unless Grand Master Gorchastrin chooses to question the integrity of the Islanders as well as that of Ciaron’s Imperial Guard.” Her tone made it clear that if he did he would lose what little cooperation she was still willing to give him.

“I, ah, wouldn’t dream of it.” Gorchastrin’s voice was full of smothered fury.

“Then we will proceed to the School of the Third Moon and accept the judgment of Adept Climeral,” the guard declared. She turned and bowed to Daner in respectful dismissal. “Thank you for your assistance, my lord.”

“I believe I’ll accompany you to the school,” Daner said with a sidelong glance at Eleret. “I was heading in that direction anyway.”

“Of course, my lord.” The guard bowed again, stiffly.

The young nobleman returned the bow with casual grace, apparently unaware of her disapproval, and stepped to Eleret’s side.

Eleret frowned and opened her mouth. Then she saw Gorchastrin’s expression, and closed it again without saying anything. Lord Daner Vallaniri might or might not be after the kit bag, but Grand Master Gorchastrin certainly was. Of the two, Daner was clearly the safer companion, however short the walk.

“How is it that you are acquainted with Adept Climeral?” Daner asked Eleret as the little group started down the street.

“We met shortly after I arrived in Ciaron,” Eleret answered. “I’m sure he’ll confirm what I’ve said.”

“Ah,” Daner said in a satisfied tone. “You
aren’t
from Ciaron. I was sure I couldn’t have overlooked such a jewel among women for long.” He gave Eleret an admiring smile.

“Ciaron’s a big city,” Eleret said uncomfortably.

“Not that big.”

Eleret raised her eyebrows and said nothing. Fortunately, they had nearly reached the school, so Daner had no time for further pleasantries. The guardswoman pulled the knob while Gorchastrin shifted from one foot to another and eyed Eleret’s bag possessively.

The door opened. “Welcome to our House,” said Prill. “What service may I—Freelady Salven! Welcome back. Do you want to see Climeral again?”

“She does,” Daner said before Eleret could reply. “As do we all. Unless of course this is confirmation enough for the Grand Master?”

“It is enough,” Gorchastrin said, glaring at Prill. “I…must have been mistaken.”

“Perhaps you should apologize for the inconvenience you have caused Freelady Salven,” Daner said in a voice like silk just as Gorchastrin began to turn away. “And of course there’s the matter of a false charge.”

“Mistakes happen,” the guardswoman said doubtfully.

“And when they are discovered, they must be remedied.” Daner stepped back and bowed to Eleret, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sword. “My blade is at your disposal, Freelady.”

Eleret stared at him, her temper rising as she realized he meant to take her fight on himself. She was neither wounded nor ill nor pregnant, so why was he insulting her with the implication that she could not fight? Her left hand dropped to where her knife should have been, and brushed the heavy wool of her skirt. She paused. Perhaps the man had not intended any insult. Anyone with eyes could see that she was not dressed for fighting; perhaps in Ciaron that was as important as actual fitness for battle.

“Take his offer,” Prill whispered in Eleret’s ear. “Daner’s
good.
”

So it
wasn’t
an insult. Eleret looked at Daner and hesitated. She’d rather fight her own battles, no matter what Ciaronese custom was, but she didn’t want to return insult for an offer that had been kindly meant. She looked at Gorchastrin.

“I apologize for the inconvenience,” Gorchastrin said in a strangled voice. “It was a mistake.”

“Even so—” Daner began.

“My lord, please consider,” the guard broke in. “The Grand Master is a foreigner, and unused to our ways.”

“Well…if the lady is satisfied…?” Daner gave Eleret an inquiring look.

“Since the Grand Master has admitted his mistake, I see no reason for you to fight him,” Eleret said carefully.
And if he turns up a second time I’ll handle him myself, skirts or no skirts. He’ll never cry thief at a Cilhar again, once I’ve done with him.

Daner lifted his hand from his sword-hilt. “Then I am content.”

“If you wish to come to the corner guard post, Grand Master, I can continue investigating the theft of your bag,” the guard said.

Gorchastrin transferred his glare to the guard. “I have no more time to spend on this petty matter. You may be sure, however, that your superiors will hear about the bungling treatment I have received.” He turned and swept off.

“What was that about?” Prill said inquisitively. “And what are you doing with Freelady Salven, Lord Daner? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Nijole translate and classify those scrolls this morning? I don’t blame you for dodging her. Last time I saw her, she was in the room just off the library, swearing like a Kulseth fisherman with a knot in his line.”

Daner clapped a hand to his forehead. “I forgot.”

“That’s not going to chip any stone where Nijole’s concerned,” Prill said. “Now that you’re here…”

“Yes, I understand.” Daner gave Eleret a significant glance. “But I had hoped—”

“I would like to see Adept Climeral,” Eleret said. “Privately, if possible.”

“I don’t think he has any appointments,” Prill said. “He was going over the reports from Napaura, and he hates that. He’ll be glad to be interrupted. Come on, I’ll take you. And you’d better get going, Lord Daner, or Nijole will really have something to say to you.”

With a wry smile, Daner swept his hat off and bowed to Eleret. “I shall hope to have the pleasure of meeting you again, Freelady.”

Eleret controlled the impulse to reply,
Not if I can help it,
and nodded awkwardly. Daner smiled, adjusted his hat, and strode off down the corridor, his scarlet cloak billowing behind him. Eleret rolled her eyes and turned to Prill, who was looking after Daner and shaking her head.

“He’s really something, isn’t he?” Prill said, catching Eleret’s eye. “Climeral says he’s just a little spoiled and too sure of himself, and needs to be taken down a peg or two. How’d you meet him, anyway?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Oh? That’s unusual. Lord Daner’s got a reputation for moving fast.” Prill giggled. “On some things, anyway. Come on, you can tell me while we walk. Unless you’d rather not.”

“He pushed into an argument that had nothing to do with him and then wouldn’t go away again,” Eleret said, falling into step beside Prill. She didn’t want to go into detail; she would have to explain too much. At least Prill’s reaction meant that Daner was probably not after Tamm’s kit.

“Well, that doesn’t surprise me. Once he makes up his mind, he’s awfully persistent. You should have heard him pestering Nijole to teach him sorcery last year! She said some really terrible things to him, but he wouldn’t go away and he wouldn’t go away and finally she gave in.”

“Thank you for letting me know,” Eleret said.

Prill gave her a puzzled look.

Suppressing a smile, Eleret explained solemnly, “If Lord Daner decides to pester me, I won’t try saying terrible things to him to make him go away, since you tell me that it won’t work. It will save a lot of time.”

Prill laughed. “I hadn’t thought of it that way.” She stopped and knocked at a door, then opened it and stuck her head inside before there was time for a response. “Adept? Eleret Salven’s back and wants to see you. I thought you’d want to know.”

“You are an undisciplined minx, but unfortunately for discipline you are also quite right.” The amusement in Climeral’s voice was clear despite the muffling effect of the partly closed door. “Bring her in.”

Eleret nodded her thanks to Prill and went in. Climeral was sitting behind a paper-strewn table that reminded Eleret of the one in Commander Weziral’s office. “Welcome, Freelady Salven,” he said as she sat down across from him. “I had not expected to see you again so soon.”

“Didn’t you?” Eleret said.

Climeral smiled. “Should I have?” Then the smile vanished and his eyes narrowed to slanted slits. “You think so. What is it that you believe I should have known and told you of on your first visit here?”

“Someone has been trying to steal my mother’s things,” Eleret answered. “Didn’t Commander Weziral tell you?”

“No,” Climeral said, frowning. “Is he certain?”

“He may not be certain, but I am,” Eleret said. “I had some trouble on my way here,” Swiftly, she described Gorchastrin’s accusation and his attempt to have the kit bag turned over to him.

“You seem to have handled the matter well,” Climeral said when she finished.

“Thank you,” Eleret said. “But I’m not sure I would be so lucky another time. I don’t know enough about the way you do things in Ciaron.”

“If you are wise enough to admit that, you will probably manage better than most.”

“Probably doesn’t suit me. Especially if there’s a chance trouble is going to follow me all the way home.”

“What is it you want, then?”

“You said when I arrived that you could supply a guide for me, someone who knew his way around Ciaron. Could you find someone who has traveled a little between here and the Mountains of Morravik? Someone who’d be handy in a fight, and who can leave the city with me tonight or tomorrow? I’ll pay whatever is reasonable,” Eleret added, thinking of the money tied up in her sash.

“An excellent idea.” Climeral thought for a moment, then began to smile. “Payment won’t be necessary. I know just whom to send, and if he agrees, paying him a fee would be like giving beer to a brewmaster. Tonight or tomorrow? I’ll send someone to the Broken Harp this evening, then. Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes,” Eleret said. “I’m worried about my family. If someone’s after Ma’s things, he might be smart enough to light out for home ahead of me. Gralith said you’d gotten him word of Ma’s death without waiting for a messenger. Could you do that again, for a message from me? Just to tell them what’s happened, and that there might be trouble. I’d feel more comfortable if I knew that nobody was likely to catch Pa and Nilly and Jiv by surprise.”

“Of course I can,” Climeral said. “I’ll ask Gralith to keep an eye on them, too, if you’d like. He has certain skills—”

“Magic, you mean? No, I don’t think so. Pa doesn’t hold with mixing up magic in a fight.”

“What if his opponents do not feel the same?” Climeral asked skeptically.

“Oh, I’ll back Pa against a wizard any day,” Eleret said, smiling at the thought. “As long as he knows what he’s up against, anyway, which is why I asked about sending him a message. Besides, I wouldn’t want your folk to get mixed up in our trouble.”

Climeral’s eyebrows rose. “I appreciate the consideration, but I hope you are not expecting too much of your family. Forgive me for asking, but have you or your father ever faced magic?”

“Pa ran up against wizards a time or two during the Syaski wars,” Eleret replied. “He says they cause a bit more damage than ordinary people, tossing spells around, but an arrow in the right place kills them as dead as anyone else. He’ll manage.”

Climeral shook his head in amazement. “You have a unique viewpoint. I wish I could in conscience persuade you to stay in Ciaron for a few more days so we could talk, but under the circumstances—”

“I’d rather start back as soon as I can,” Eleret told him with real regret as she rose to leave. “But perhaps I can visit your island someday.”

“I’ll hope so,” Climeral said. “Good fortune to you, and may the Third Moon light your path.”