Thread Slivers (Golden Threads Trilogy) (35 page)

“If you two children are finished complimenting each other, what say we get on with what we came here to do.”

“Yes, father,” they said together and then laughed. Ditani looked at them and laughed too.

Ticca looked on the farmland and the road. “Ditani, you said Magus Vestul’s house was in the city. We might as well just ride down there and take the road in.”

Lebuin thought about it and frowned slightly; Ticca noticed and asked him with a look what he was worried about. “Well, you certainly know more about tactics than I ever will, but that would be an obvious approach. So wouldn’t it be less conspicuous to ride in from, say, the opposite side?”

Ditani nodded in agreement and Ticca smiled. “You are doing well, except for one problem; three Daggers or a Dagger and two disguised patrons, fled Llino. It might be reasonable to assume we three came from someplace else, and by coming in from the opposite side and we’d give that impression even more. However, we are going to go straight to Magus Vestul’s house to essentially claim it. There won’t be much hiding once we have done that. So why hide now? If they are here, they’ll know we are here, regardless of which way we come in.”

“You have a point. If we are to settle Ditani’s claim we’ll have to identify him and ourselves as proper witnesses.”

Ditani thought about it. “We don’t necessarily have to announce our presence. Vestul was often gone for cycles or years at a time.”

Ticca thought about it. “Well, how long do we need to stay in the house? I thought our basic plan was to spend some time here cataloging and getting things in order. After all, they were only hunting Lebuin in Llino, and aside from you, there is no real indication he was coming here.”

“Yes, except we have since learned that something larger than just Lebuin’s quest for knowledge is going on. We haven’t really talked about it much, but those were not ordinary Knives that attacked as we left.”

“Ticca, Ditani has a point. We haven’t explored those Knives that took all your exceptional skill to hold off. Is that ordinary for Knives?”

Ticca shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. I really don’t know who they were, but if I had to guess I would say they were Nhia-Samri. I haven’t said that because it makes no sense at all. How could Magus Cune hire the Nhia-Samri to hunt you? Also, if they were Nhia-Samri, why haven’t they been on our tail the whole way? They are skilled and would have had no trouble picking up our trail.”

“I suggest we move back a bit and talk this over. There are some questions we need to work our way through.”

They moved back into the woods and found a good camping location. After camp had been set up they sat down around the fire.

Ticca started. “This all started with Magus Cune placing a bet in your favor with a villain. That villain then sent a Knife to kill you to win his bet. We saved your life; I am involved by mere chance. But the resources employed are excessive for any bet, no matter how large. Seriously, hiring Nhia-Samri to observe the Dolphin to track and kill you? That would be a king’s ransom in gold.”

He and Ditani thought that over. Ticca continued, “Ditani is involved because he came with Magus Vestul to meet with Duke. Now, those two are serious power players and whatever game they are involved in could explain the Nhia-Samri. So what if the first attack was the bet, but the second and third attacks were directed at Ditani, because of his involvement with Magus Vestul and Duke?”

“But why not track us down these past few weeks?”

“That is odd; unless in pulling the disguise they mistook us for Daggers being sent by Ditani out of town. Later they may have discovered that it was Ditani fleeing, but then they got into it with Duke, which delayed them long enough that they actually lost our trail.”

“If that is the case, they would be waiting here for us to get whatever they think I have.”

“Ditani, you have everything Magus Vestul had, I have his pouch and boots, and Lebuin is carrying his pack. Nothing was left. So if they are after what Vestul was taking to Duke, it must be those papers, which we cannot figure out without consulting Vestul’s library.”

Ditani nodded. They all thought about it for a bit. “Honestly, Ticca, this is just a random game. Either they are at war with Duke and not here, or they are waiting for us. If they are here it will be to capture us, and something they believe we carry, regardless of if we have it.”

“We need to find a way to determine if they are here, without getting caught. I doubt we’ll get so lucky as having an ancient gate seal them off from us again.”

“Lebuin, I have an idea. If they are here they will want to capture all three of us. They’ll be covert. I know I can spot them. What if I ride into town by myself? I will speak to the mayor as a representative of Ditani and gain access to the house. I can then go there, get something silly and ride back out of town. We’ll meet deep in the forest. If they are there they’ll have to assume I got what we needed and so follow me. I’ll make myself damned hard to follow, giving me time to spot them. If I do see them, I’ll take them someplace and lose them before finding you two.”

Ditani nodded. “So long as you don’t try to get into the tower it will be perfectly safe. There is an office off the main entry that has a safe. I can give you the keys as proof and instructions for specific papers there. It is my safe and office, so I know what is there. To the mayor it will be proof as much as to anyone else.”

Nodding, Lebuin said, “I can connect us by an incantation so I can see what is going on around you, know which direction you are in relation to me, and also give you a pull to guide you to us. We only need work out some signals so that I know when to give you a slight nudge. This way you don’t have to know where we will be at all, and we can come to your aid if needed regardless of where you are.”

Ticca looked at him. “Have your powers returned at that level?”

He nodded. “Yes, this would be no problem for me. I still have a number of weeks before I dare touch water, but I have enough control of air for something like this.”

Ticca smiled that evil grin of hers. “I like this plan. Let’s do it. We’ll need a couple of letters from you, Ditani.”

Lebuin pulled out his pack and retrieved the travel writing desk with its papers and ink. Handing the portable desk to Ditani, he started to concentrate on the necessary incantations he would need to connect and watch Ticca.

A few marks later, Ticca was riding off towards the road as he and Ditani packed up camp and set out deeper into the forest. Lebuin double-checked to make sure he could see Ticca and everything around her. She stopped at the edge of the road and made the hand signal; he gave her a gentle tug back towards them. She smiled and kicked her horse onto the road heading for town.

Chapter 12

Fate is circular

D
OHMA SMILED AS HE ENTERED the palace foyer. He had been feeling better and better about the events of the previous days.
Sure, the city is sealed tight as a drum, and an ancient terror or hero has seized control of the city. Daggers are now considered officers of the throne, all eighty personal guards that survived the first day by hiding are being tried as traitors. The pretenders’ families are all accounted for, and in the royal prisons, the three pretenders were simultaneously and gruesomely executed in public, witnessing each other’s deaths over a full day. And every noble in the city is under house arrest or in the prison because of attempts at bribery or escape. For some reason the townspeople were enjoying all these events. They have been extremely cooperative and even giddy at the changes and orders. I feel better about serving here than I have ever felt. I am proud to be an instrument of true justice.

He stopped for a moment to watch fifty workmen removing the paneling that had been put up in front of the actual palace foyer walls. Behind the ornate plaster with its overly-gaudy embossed golden inlay were walls of towering marble, with an intricate pattern that looked familiar. Once a larger section fell, it became clear that the pattern was an old seal like the one on the covenant.
They spent hundreds of years slowly hiding our history and past. How could so many generations remain so corrupt? It’s hard to believe, but the evidence is mounting that each generation of usurpers was actually more ruthless and more corrupt than the previous one. Pirates; this was a nation run by pirates. They robbed on the seas, calling it ’patrol tariffs’, but really, the navy was manned with mostly cutthroat pirates. It is no wonder, then, that so many nations tried at times to break our hold on the merchant lanes. According to the records, the responses were far more brutal than anyone here knew. I hope we can establish a more peaceful relationship with our neighbors. I suppose the excessively gruesome and lengthy executions will provide some good faith in that direction.

Duke had ordered every wall of the palace to be hammered on, and if any wall cracked it was to be broken down, to reveal the true palace that was hidden underneath. It was a strange order at first so Dohma followed the workmen around as they pounded on the walls. The majority of the palace had been plastered or tiled over, which explained why it was all brash. Behind the façades were wondrous friezes showing the history of the ancient city. There were some interesting pictures, to be sure. The building of the city was depicted, with representations of the Gods watching over the construction. What was amazing was that there were representations of buildings which floated over the sections of the city walls; which were hanging down from these buildings, being moved into place as complete sections, instead of being built up one stone at a time, as buildings were built now. Also, there was one mural that looked down on the finished city from a great height, showing multitudes of people moving about the city. Where the central market was now was a field, with smooth rounded buildings which stood off the ground on legs that ended in immense wheels, as if they were meant to move, except there was nowhere for them to go. In almost every picture of the city could be found the representation of a large wolf, which had to be Duke. Even more interesting was that in a number of pictures the landscapes were covered with snow.
No one has ever mentioned that it used to snow here. I wonder what happened that could cause it to become so much hotter that it never snows, and when it happened.

Whole generations of princes of the Empire where represented in detail. The faithful regents’ line was also represented in one grand hall. It was obvious from examining the art that the princes he had known were not of either line, which is why they tried to hide it.

Dohma continued into the throne room, which now held no thrones but a large bench-table on the floor in front of the dais. Duke’s massive chair sat behind and at the center of the table. There were three seats to his left and two to the right, for the yet-to-be-named new regents. In the center of the room, a circular table had been brought in and on it were books and maps of the city. Twenty highly educated and respected merchant scribes and sixteen clerks were meticulously tracing the city records and carefully cross-checking each item. Seven royal scribes who had been promoted from Duke’s staff sat at a second table, which was filled with the notes and records being created by the research at the center table. The royal scribes were also consulting the ancient records and carefully preparing to write an accurate history from whatever point was determined to be the beginning of the false histories. All of the noble lines were being cross-checked, and family trees were being rebuilt, refuted, or confirmed.

Duke was looking over some books at the center table and spotted him coming in. He walked over to Dohma. “Captain, I must say your family is amazing! Your sister is a most able accountant; I am surprised she was only a junior assistant in the financial offices. How she can keep years of accounting records in her head at once is a mystery I care not to learn for fear it would make me boring at the tavern.”

Dohma laughed, and his sister, who was currently only partially visible over a pile of books, looked up, recognizing the laugh. She too smiled and ran over to give him a hug, and then returned to her work. Duke had found her during the bureaucratic purge. After working with her for only half a day he had appointed her in charge of the treasury and financial records and then simply walked out of the room. Dohma wasn’t surprised to hear that she stepped up and took charge without a single protest, as he knew from the guard reports how efficient and respected she was.

Duke smiled. “Ah, the joys of the bean counters! The Lords and Ladies be blessed that we have them so I don’t have to do it myself. Do you realize that those penny-pinching little cockroaches kept a complete set of records of every bribe, graft, and embezzlement, going back generations? For the descendants of people smart enough to usurp power without suspicion they were oddly stupid.”