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"Gleddis ... he once carried me on his shoulder."
Cerryl noted the sledge and heavy chisel on the stone stoop, and chunks of wood gouged out of the door frame. "I'm sorry."
"Lady? Ser?" Soaris padded up behind them, trousers thrown on over a nightshirt but barefoot. "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Leyladin answered simply. "They killed Gleddis."
Soaris studied the fallen guard, then peered out into the now-still night, squinting to see beyond the faint semicircle of light thrown by the door lamp. "He saved you, and allowed ser Cerryl to destroy the others."
None of the armsmen would have been here, except for me. "Sometimes that's cold comfort." Cerryl's words were heavy.
"He would not have died, had he not wished to do his duty." Soaris studied the ground. As the wind from the storm rose and the ground dried and cooled, white ashes swirled up and mixed with white and fat snowflakes. Farther from the house, the flakes had begun to stick.
Cerryl looked out beyond the doorway, through the double images and the reinforced headache. "Soaris ... ?"
"Ser?"
"I can see our intruders left some weapons and metal implements. If you would not mind ..."
"I would be happy to gather them, ser. If nothing else, ser Layel could resell them at a profit."
"You should not have any trouble." Cerryl ma.s.saged his forehead above his eyes.
"I would think not, ser."
"Thank you, Soaris," Leyladin said softly.
Cerryl walked slowly through the front Hall. His legs barely supported him, and he took several steps into the front sitting room, where he sank into the nearest chair. His eyes were pain-seared, so much so that the images-when he opened his eyes-were doubled and tripled.
"You'll be all right." Leyladin said.
"Not... without... you ..."
Slowly, as she kneaded his shoulders and neck, the shaking subsided. The double images remained, if not so pain-seared as immediately following his use of focused chaos. His head ached, more than he could recall, perhaps more than ever, or perhaps just more than he wanted to recall.
Soaris pa.s.sed through the front Hall again, this time wearing boots and a jacket.
"Anya. It was Anya." Leyladin added, more softly. "I told you she planned something. She's one of the few that know you don't handle chaos as well in storms."
Cerryl refrained from nodding but tightened his lips, thinking about his comments to Anya about a storm only days earlier. "Stupid ..."
"You did fine."
"You can't let anyone know anything, can you?" This time he did shake his head, if minutely. "For a bit, she'll have to think we don't know her connection. Until I can discover whose armsmen those were."
"She gets away with too much."
"Not this time," Cerryl promised, his voice cold and distant. Not this time... but we do it my way.
CLx.x.x.
As the tower door opened, Cerryl turned his eyes from the white blanket that covered the city to the man who entered the High Wizard's apartment.
The overmage bowed to Cerryl. "You asked for me, High Wizard?"
"Kinowin, I'm still Cerryl except when formality requires it, and this isn't one of those times. Please sit down and join us." Cerryl gestured to the seat at the table beside him and across from Leyladin.
"There are rumors ..."
"Doubtless all over the Halls. I've summoned Senglat since his lancers were the last in Certis. I've also summoned several traders. With large detachments of lancers to ensure the traders honor their ... invitation."
A puzzled look crossed the overmage's face as he sat beside Cerryl.
"What sort of rumors have you heard?" asked Leyladin.
"Oh, that the High Wizard summoned chaos to entertain you .. . that Broka could stand the new High Wizard no more and has left Fairhaven... that were Fydel here, he would be wearing the amulet.. . those sorts of things."
"Anya," said Leyladin.
"I fear she has discovered what I am doing," Cerryl commented, "and would raise discontent against me as quickly as she can."
"Broka is not anywhere to be found," Kinowin pointed out.
"That is not surprising, since he attacked Leyladin's dwelling last night, along with another mage-I don't know who." Cerryl shrugged. "We will have to play this out, and that is why it is best you are here."
"It would be wiser to have Redark here."
"Perhaps." Cerryl's voice was cool.
"No," added Leyladin.
Kinowin nodded to her. "I bow to you in this, lady."
Cerryl pointed to the pair of fire-darkened iron blades, blades with even the wrapped leather of the hilt grip burned away. "What do you make of those?"
"Armsmen's blades. Not ours. Probably from Certis, possibly Gallos."
"We-or Soaris-collected several score of those last night." Along with a few other items, like two white-bronze daggers Kinowin's eyebrows lifted. "You must be doing something correctly, Cerryl. It takes most High Wizards several years to generate such enmity."
Thrap... After the knock, the door opened a crack. "Overcaptain Senglat."
Cerryl beckoned for the lancer commander to enter.
The nearly bald overcaptain stepped up to the other side of the table, bowed, then straightened. "Ser?" His eyes took in the overmage and the healer.
"Are you missing any armsmen, Senglat?" Cerryl kept his voice level, almost idle, not looking to his left where Leyladin sat, nor to Kinowin at his right.
"No, ser."
Leyladin nodded her reaction that the overcaptain told the truth.
After pulling on heavy leather gloves, Cerryl lifted one of the blades from the table. "Would you look at that?"
Senglat stepped forward and took the blade, his eyes ranging over it, weighing it, before he replaced it on the wooden surface. "That be a Certan blade, ser. The tang is curved so, and the blood gutter, here, is shorter and wider." Senglat frowned. "How did you come by this?"
"Several-score armsmen attempted to attack the healer's dwelling last night.
Only their blades and coins survived, but the coins were all struck in Fairhaven."
New silvers, no less.
"Several score?"
"It is hard to tell, but we did recover forty-two blades." Cerryl smiled.
"There were forty-two outside armsmen in Fairhaven? That is hard to believe."
"No," Kinowin said quietly, "there were forty-two armsmen who carried Certan blades."
"I am not sure either is good." Senglat tightened his lips, then licked them.
Cerryl nodded. "I'd like you to stay." He nodded in the direction of the empty seat. "Pull it around some."
The overcaptain concealed a frown but eased the chair to his left, then seated himself, carefully, beside Leyladin.
"We will be hearing from some traders next," Cerryl said.
The first trader to enter the apartment quarters was a wiry man dressed entirely in gray except for a wide green leather belt. Chorast bowed. "I am honored to be here."
"I hope so," Cerryl said. "Have you hired any additional armsmen lately?"
The small and wiry man blinked, then c.o.c.ked his head sideways. "Why, honored High Wizard, would I be doing such in winter when I factor less and collect less? No ... I have not."
"Have you had any armsmen disappear lately?"
Chorast blinked again. "No, ser."
"Have you heard of other factors looking for armsmen?"
"Not in more than a season. I heard that Loboll sought some guards for his shipments to Suthya last fall."
Cerryl wanted to nod to himself. The trader was confused inside, but his answers had been truthful. "How are you finding trading in Fairhaven?"
"They say that you seek truth more than most High Wizards, Your Mightiness, and maybe that be so ..." Chorast paused and smiled.
Cerryl laughed. "Well put, Chorast. That means it's hard, and you think it's going to get worse, and the last thing you want to do is tell that to the High Wizard."
"There been times worse."
"But not many. Why are you staying?" Cerryl leaned forward.
"Fairhaven's my place, Your Mightiness. And ... well, you took care of Layel, and folk say that you're making the surtax stick in the out ports. First time in my life, anyway." The hint of a smile appeared and vanished as the wiry trader's eyes met Cerryl's.
"I am working to make it better for trade-and fairer across Candar."
"Be true that you raised tariffs in Spidlar, ser?"
"Some. They're half of here," Cerryl admitted. "I'd like to have all traders and factors pay the same."
"You do that, and the honest factors-I'm a scoundrel but an honest one, ser- they'd never want another High Wizard."
Cerryl nodded. "You've told me what I needed to know from you. If you think of something that might help all traders ... come and see me." He smiled. "Or send me a scroll if you think proximity to the High Wizard might be testing your judgment."
Chorast smiled as he bowed. "By your leave, Your Mightiness?"
"You may go, honest scoundrel." Cerryl was grinning as the door closed.
"He told the truth," Kinowin said.
"I know." Cerryl glanced toward Leyladin, then Senglat. The overcaptain shook his head. Leyladin offered the faintest of smiles.
The next to enter was the trader Muneat. Somehow, despite his deep blue tunic and trousers and the silver-trimmed blue boots, he looked far smaller than Cerryl recalled. Remember, you were a scared apprentice scrivener then.
"Your Mightiness... I am here at your command." The trader touched his silver mustache as he straightened. "I cannot recall when a High Wizard ... requested a factor's presence ..."
"Nor on such short notice?" Cerryl offered a crooked smile. "I must apologize.
These are not the best of times, for either factors or the Guild."
"I must admit that I am also pleased to see the honorable overmage, the overcaptain of the lancers, and the healer." Muneat permitted himself a brief smile that stretched a third part across his broad and jowled face.
"All are known for their honesty and fairness, I admit," Cerryl responded.
"There have been strange circ.u.mstances in Fairhaven lately, and their fairness is necessary." He paused, fixing his eyes on Muneat, wondering just how much the man knew. "Have you purchased the services of any new guards or armsmen lately?"
"No, Your Mightiness. In winter, after a year such as this?" Muneat's eyes flickered, even as he kept them on Cerryl.
"Might you know of some traders who have?"
"I do not know of any."
Cerryl caught the faintest emphasis on the word "know" and continued.
"Perhaps you have heard rumors or surmised that another trader has hired armsmen in recent eight-days?"
"If you listen long enough, Your Mightiness, you can heard any rumor that you wish. Coins and facts and goods, those be the staples of a factor, not whispers in the streets or rumors." Muneat fidgeted, and his hand moved, as though he wanted to blot his forehead or brush back the long silver hair above his ears and below the shining bald center of his skull.
"Oh, you have heard rumors of armsmen?"