Yendi (17 page)

"My father tried to make me learn Dragaeran swordsmanship, because he wanted to be accepted as Dragaeran. He tried to prevent me from studying witchcraft, because he wanted to be accepted as Dragaeran. I could go on for an hour. Do you think we were ever accepted as Dragaeran? Crap. They treated us like teckla droppings. The ones that didn't despise us because we were Easterners hated us because we were Jhereg. They used to catch me, when I went on errands, and bash me around until--never mind."

She started to say something, but I cut her off. "I don't doubt that you could tell me stories just as bad; that isn't the point." My voice dropped to a whisper. "I hate them," I said, squeezing her hands until she winced. "I joined the organization as muscle so I could get paid for beating them up, and I started 'working' so I could get paid for killing them. Now I'm working my way up the organization so I can have the power to do what I want, by my own rules, and maybe show a few of them what happens when they underrate Easterners."

"There are exceptions--Morrolan, Aliera, Sethra, a few others. For you, maybe Norathar. But they don't matter. Even when I work with my own employees, I have to ignore how much I despise them. I have to make myself pretend I don't want to see every one of them torn apart. Those friends I mentioned--the other day, they were discussing conquering the East, right in front of me, as if I wouldn't care." I paused and took a deep breath.

"So I have to not care. I have to
convince
myself that I don't care. That's the only way I can stay sane; I do what I have to do. And there's precious little pleasure in this life, except the satisfaction of setting a goal, worthwhile or not, and meeting it."

"How many people can you trust, Cawti? I don't mean trust not to stab you in the back, I mean
trust--
trust with your soul? How many? Up until now, Loiosh has been the only one I could share things with. Without him, I'd have gone out of my head, but we can't really talk as equals. Finding you has... I don't know, Cawti. I don't want to lose you, that's all. And not for something as stupid as this."

I took another deep breath.

"I talk too much," I said. "That's all I wanted to say." While I'd been speaking, her face had relaxed, the rage draining out of it. When I finished, she came into my arms and held me, rocking me gently.

"I love you, Vladimir," she said softly.

I buried my face in her neck and let the tears come.

Loiosh nuzzled my neck. I felt Cawti scratching his head.

A bit later, after I'd recovered, Cawti brushed my face with her hands and Loiosh licked my ear. We walked back to face the multitude. Cawti placed her hand on my left arm as we walked; I covered it with my right hand and squeezed.

I noticed the Sorceress in Green, but avoided her, not feeling like a confrontation just then. I looked for Morrolan, but didn't see him. I noticed the Necromancer talking to a tall, dark-haired Dragaeran woman. The latter turned for a moment, and I was suddenly struck by her resemblance to Sethra Lavode. I wondered--"Excuse me," I said, approaching them. They broke off and looked at me. I bowed to the stranger. "I am Vladimir Taltos, House Jhereg. This is the Dagger of the Jhereg. May I ask whom I have the honor of addressing?"

"You may," she said.

I waited. Then I smiled and said, "Whom do I have the honor of addressing?"

"I am Sethra," she said. Bingo!

"I have heard much of you from your namesake," I told her.

"No doubt. If that is all you wish to say, I am engaged just at the moment."

"I see," I said politely. "As a matter of fact, if you can spare a few moments--"

"My dear Easterner," she said, "I am aware that Sethra Lavode, for reasons best known to herself, chooses to tolerate your presence, but I am no longer apprenticed to her, so I see no reason why I should. I have no time for Easterners, and no time for Jhereg. Is all of this clear to you?"

"Quite." I bowed once more; Cawti did the same. Loiosh hissed at her as we turned away.

"Friendly, isn't she?"

"Quite," said Cawti.

At that moment Morrolan came in, escorting Norathar. She was dressed in black and silver, the colors of the House of the Dragon. I looked at Cawti; her face was expressionless. We approached them, fighting our way through the crowd. Norathar and Cawti locked eyes, and I couldn't see what was passing between them. But then they smiled, and Cawti said, aloud, "The colors are most fetching. You wear them well."

"Thank you," said Norathar softly. I noticed that there was a ring on the little finger of her right hand. On its face was a dragon, with two red eyes.

I turned to Morrolan. "Is it official?"

"Not yet," he said. "Aliera is speaking to the Dragon Council about setting up an inquiry. It may take a few more days."

I looked back at Norathar and Cawti, who were talking a few paces away from us. Morrolan was silent. It is a very rare skill in a man, and far more rare in an aristocrat, to know when to be still, but Morrolan had it. I shook my head as I watched Cawti. First, I'd become angry with her, then I had poured out my problems at her feet; when all the time her partner of--how long?--at least five years, was on the verge of becoming a Dragonlord.

By the Demon Goddess! What Cawti must have gone through as a child would have been very much like what I went through, or worse. Her friendship with Norathar must have been like my relationship with Loiosh, and she was watching it end. Gods, but I can be an insensitive ass when I try!

I looked at Cawti then, from behind and to the side. I'd never really
looked
at her before. As any man with the least amount of experience can tell you, looks mean absolutely nothing as far as bedding is concerned. But Cawti would have been attractive by the standards of any human. Her ears were round, not the least bit pointed, and she had no trace of facial hair. (Contrary to some Dragaerans' belief, only male Easterners have whiskers--I don't know why.) She was smaller than I, but she had long legs that made her seem taller than she was. A thin face, almost hawklike, and piercing brown eyes. Hair was black, perfectly straight, falling below her shoulders. She obviously paid a fair amount of attention to it, because it glistened in the light and was cut off exactly even. Her breasts were small, but firm. Her waist, slender. Her buttocks were also small, and her legs slim but well muscled. Most of this, you understand, I was remembering rather than seeing, but as I looked, I decided that, even on this level, I'd done rather well for myself. A crude way of putting it, I suppose, but--She turned away from Norathar and caught me looking at her. For some reason, this pleased me. I held out my left arm as she came up; she pressed it. I reached for contact with her and it came more easily than last time.

"
Cawti...
"

"
It's all right, Vladimir.
"

Norathar came up to us then, and said, "I'd like a word with you, Lord Taltos."

"Call me "Vlad.""

"As you wish. Excuse us," she said to the others, and we walked a bit away. Before she could say anything I started in. "If you're going to give me any of the don't-you-dare-hurt-her dung, you can forget it."

She gave me a thin smile. "You seem to know me," she said. "But why should I forget it? I mean it, you know. If you hurt her needlessly, I'll kill you. I just feel I should tell you that."

"The wise falcon hides his claws," I said, "and it's the poor assassin who warns his target."

"Are you trying to make me angry with you, Vlad? I care about Cawti. I care enough to destroy anyone who causes her pain. I feel I should let you know, so you can avoid doing it."

"How kind of you. What about you? Haven't you hurt her more than I ever could?" To my surprise, she didn't even start to get angry. She said, "It may look that way, and I know I've hurt her, but not as badly as you could. I've seen the way she looks at you." I shrugged. "I don't see that it matters," I said. "The way things are looking, I'm liable to be dead in a week or two anyway."

She nodded, but didn't say anything. She was, let us say, not overwhelmed with sympathy.

"If you really don't want her hurt, you might try helping me to stay alive." She chuckled a bit. "Nice try, Vlad. But you know I have standards." I shrugged, and mentioned something that had been bothering me for a while. "If I'd heard he was looking for you, I would have put everything on the line and hired you myself, and then I wouldn't be in this mess."

"The one who employed us didn't need to look for us; he knew where to find us, so there was no chance of your hearing."

"Oh. I wish I'd been so privileged."

"I have no idea how he found out--it isn't common knowledge. But it doesn't matter. I've said what I wanted to, and I think you under--"

She broke off, looking over my shoulder. I didn't turn around, just from habit.

"
What is it, Loiosh?
"

"
The bitch you met last time. The Sorceress in Chartreuse, or whatever.
"

"
Great.
"

"May I interrupt?" came the voice from behind me.

I looked at Norathar and raised my eyebrows. She nodded. I turned then, and said,

"Lady Norathar e'Lanya, of the House of the Dragon, this is--"

"I am the Sorceress in Green," said the Sorceress in Green. "And I am quite capable of introducing myself, Easterner."

I sighed. "Why do I get the feeling that I'm not wanted here? Never mind." I bowed to Norathar and Loiosh hissed at the Sorceress.

As I walked away, the Sorceress was saying, "Easterners! I'll be just as pleased when Sethra the Younger goes after them. Won't you?"

I heard Norathar say, "Hardly," in a cold tone of voice, and then I was thankfully out of earshot. Then it hit me: I was looking for an Athyra who had been involved in the plot against Norathar. The Sorceress in Green was an Athyra. Just maybe, I decided. I'd have to think about how to verify or disprove this.

I returned to Cawti and said, "Is there anything keeping you here?" She looked startled, but shook her head.

"Should we leave?" I asked.

"Weren't you going to be checking on that list?"

"This party runs twenty-four hours a day, five days a week. It'll wait." She nodded. I gave Morrolan a bow, then we went out the door and down to the entryway without taking our leaves of anyone else. One of Morrolan's sorcerers was standing near the door. I had him teleport us back to my apartment. The sick feeling in my stomach when we arrived was not, I think, due only to the teleport.

* * *

My flat, at that time, was above a wheelwright's shop on Garshos Street near the corner of Copper Lane. It was roomy for the money because it was an attic, and the sloping ceiling would have annoyed a Dragaeran. My income, just before the business with Laris had started, had me thinking about getting a larger place, but it was just as well I hadn't.

We sat down on the couch. I put my arm around her shoulder, and said, "Tell me about yourself." She did, but it isn't any of your business. I'll just say that I was right in my earlier guesses about her experiences.

We got to talking about other things, and at one point I showed her my target in the back room, set so I could throw through the hall and give myself a thirty-foot range. The target, by the way, was in the shape of a Dragon's head. She thought that was a nice touch.

I took out a brace of six knives and put four of them into the left eye of the target. She said, "Good throwing, Vladimir. May I try?"

"Sure."

She put five into the right eye, and the sixth less than half an inch off.

"I see," I said, "that I'm going to have to practice." She grinned. I hugged her.

"
Vlad,
" said someone.

"
What the bleeding deviltries of Deathsgate Falls do you--Oh, Morrolan.
"

"
Bad time, Vlad?
"

"
Could be worse. What is it?
"

"
I've just spoken to Aliera. She has found the names of the Lyorn and the Athyra who
were involved in the test on the Lady Norathar. Also, you may wish to inform your friend
Cawti that the Dragon Council has authorized an official scan for tomorrow, at the sixth
hour past noon.
"

"
All right. I'll tell her. What are the names?
"

"
The Lyorn was Countess Neorenti, the Athyra was Baroness Tierella.
"

"
Baroness Tierella, eh? Morrolan, could Baroness Tierella be the real name of the
Sorceress in Green?
"

"
What? Don't be absurd, Vlad. She--
"

"
Are you
sure?"

"
Quite sure. Why?
"

"
Never mind; I just lost a theory I liked. Okay, thank you.
"

"
You are most welcome. A good evening to you, and I'm sorry you couldn't stay at my
party longer.
"

"
Another time, Morrolan.
"

I gave Cawti the news about Norathar, which broke the mood, but what was I supposed to do? I went into the kitchen and got us some wine, then got in touch with Fentor.

"
Yes, milord?
"

"
House of the Lyorn, Countess Neorenti. House of the Athyra, Baroness Tierella. Are
they alive? If so, find out where they live. If not, find out how they died. Get right on it.
"

"
Yes, milord.
"

Cawti sighed.

"I'm done," I said quickly. "It was just--"

"No, it isn't that," she said. "I only wish there were some way I could help you with Laris. But all the information I have came from him, and I couldn't tell you that, even if it was useful."

"I understand," I said. "You have to live with yourself." She nodded. "Things were so easy, just a week ago. I mean, I was happy... I guess. We were secure. My reasons for wanting to kill Dragaerans are the same as yours, and Norathar, well, she just hated everything. Except me, I suppose." I put my arm back around her shoulder. "Now, well, I'm happy that she has what she wants, even if she'd managed to convince herself she didn't want it anymore, but me--" She shrugged.