The Wise Man's Fear Part 44

Simmon smiled. "I find that strangely rea.s.suring."

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO.

Penance SINCE STUDYING WASN'T AN option and winter was covering everything in drifts of blowing snow, I decided this was the perfect time to catch up on a few things I'd been letting fall by the wayside.

I tried to pay Auri a visit, but ice covered the rooftops and the courtyard where we usually met was full of drifted snow. I was glad I didn't see any footprints, as I didn't think Auri owned shoes, let alone a coat or hat. I would have gone searching for her in the Underthing, but the iron grate in the courtyard was locked and iced over.

I worked a few double shifts in the Medica and played an extra night at Anker's as an apology for the evening when I'd had to leave early. I worked long hours in the Fishery, calculating, running tests, and casting alloys for my project. I also made a point of catching up on a month of lost sleep.

But there is only so much sleeping one person can do, and by the fourth day of my suspension, I'd run out of excuses. As much as I didn't want to, I needed to talk to Devi.

By the time I made up my mind to go, the weather had warmed just enough so that the falling snow had turned to sheets of freezing sleet.

It was a miserable walk to Imre. I didn't have hat or gloves, and the wind-driven sleet soaked my cloak within five minutes. In ten minutes I was wet through to the skin and wishing I'd waited or spent the money on a carriage. The sleet had melted the snow on the road, and the damp slush was inches thick.

I stopped by the Eolian to warm myself a bit before heading to Devi's. But the building was locked and lightless for the first time I'd ever seen. Small wonder. What n.o.ble would come out in this weather? What musician would expose their instrument to the freezing damp?

So I slogged my way through the deserted streets, eventually coming to the alley behind the butcher's shop. It was the first time I could remember the stairway not smelling of rancid fat.

I knocked on Devi's door, alarmed by how numb my hand was. I could barely feel my knuckles. .h.i.tting the door. I waited for a long moment, then knocked again, worried that she might not be in, and I'd come all this way for nothing.

The door opened just a little. Warm lamplight and a single icy blue eye peered out through the crack. Then the door opened wide.

"Tehlu's t.i.ts and teeth," Devi said. "What are you doing out in this?"

"I thought-"

"No you didn't," she said disparagingly. "Get in here."

I stepped inside, dripping, the hood of my cloak plastered to my head. She closed the door behind me, then locked and bolted it. Looking around I noticed she'd added a second bookshelf, though it was still mostly bare. I shifted my weight and a great ma.s.s of damp slush dislodged itself from my cloak and splattered wetly onto the floor.

Devi gave me a long, dispa.s.sionate looking over. I could see a fire crackling in the grate on the other side of the room near her desk, but she made no indication that I should come any farther into the room. So I remained where I was, dripping and shivering.

"You never do things the easy way, do you?" she said.

"There's an easy way?" I asked.

She didn't laugh. "If you think showing up here half-frozen and looking like a kicked dog is going to improve my disposition toward you, you're terribly ..." She trailed off and looked at me thoughtfully for another long moment. "I'll be d.a.m.ned," she said, sounding surprised. "I actually do like seeing you like this. It's lifting my spirits to an almost irritating degree."

"It wasn't really my intention," I said. "But I'll take it. Would it help if I caught a terrible cold?"

Devi considered it. "It might," she admitted. "Penance does involve a certain amount of suffering."

I nodded, not having to work to look miserable. I dug into my purse with clumsy fingers and brought out a small bronze coin I'd won off Sim playing low-stakes breath several nights ago.

Devi took it. "A penance piece," she said, unimpressed. "Is this supposed to be symbolic?"

I shrugged, causing more slush to spatter to the floor. "Somewhat," I said. "I thought of going to a moneychanger and settling my entire debt with you in penance coin."

"What stopped you?" she asked.

"I realized it would just irritate you," I said. "And I wasn't looking forward to paying the moneychanger's fee." I fought the urge to looking longingly at the fireplace. "I've spent a lot of time trying to think of some gesture that might make a suitable apology to you."

"You decided it would be best to walk here during the worst weather of the year?"

"I decided it would be best if we talked," I said. "The weather was just a happy accident."

Devi scowled and turned toward the fireplace. "Come in then." She walked over to a chest of drawers near her bed and brought out a thick blue cotton robe. She handed it to me and motioned to a closed door. "Go change out of your wet clothes. Wring them out in the basin or they'll take forever to dry."

I did as she said, then brought the clothes out and hung them on the pegs in front of the fire. It felt wonderful to stand so close to the fireplace. In the light of the fire I could see that the skin under my fingernails was actually a little blue.

As much as I wanted to linger and warm myself, I joined Devi at her desk. I noticed that the top of it had been sanded down and revarnished, though it still bore a coal-black ring where the poor-boy had charred the wood.

I felt rather vulnerable sitting there wearing nothing but the robe she'd given me, but there was nothing to be done about it. "After our previous ... meeting." I fought to avoid looking at the charred ring on her desk. "You informed me that the full amount of my loan would be due at the end of the term. Are you willing to renegotiate that?"

"Unlikely," Devi said crisply. "But rest a.s.sured that if you are unable to settle accounts in coin, I'm still in the market for certain pieces of information." She gave a sharp, hungry smile.

I nodded, she still wanted access to the Archives. "I was hoping you might be willing to reconsider, as you now know the whole story," I said. "Someone was performing malfeasance against me. I needed to know that my blood was safe."

I gave her a questioning look. Devi shrugged without taking her elbows off the desk, her expression one of vast indifference.

"What's more," I said, meeting her eye. "It is entirely possible that my irrational behavior might have been partially due to the lingering effect of an alchemical poison I was subjected to earlier this term."

Devi's expression went stiff. "What?"

She hadn't known then. That was something of a relief. "Ambrose arranged to have me dosed with the plum bob about an hour before my admissions interview," I said. "And you sold him the formula."

"You have a lot of gall!" Devi's pixie face was outraged and indignant, but it wasn't convincing. She was off balance and trying too hard.

"What I have," I said calmly, "is the lingering taste of plum and nutmeg in my mouth, and the occasional irrational desire to choke people for doing nothing more offensive than jostling me on the street."

Her false outrage fell away. "You can't prove anything," she said.

"I don't need to prove anything," I said. "I have no desire to see you in trouble with the masters or up against the iron law." I looked at her. "I just thought you might be interested in the fact that I was poisoned."

Devi sat very still. She fought to maintain her composure, but guilt was creeping onto her expression. "Was it bad?"

"It was," I said quietly.

Devi looked away and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I didn't know it was for Ambrose," she said. "Some rich tosh came around. Made a stunningly good offer... ."

She looked back at me. Now that the chilly anger had left her, she looked surprisingly small. "I'd never do business with Ambrose," she said. "And I didn't know it was for you. I swear."

"You knew it was for someone," I said.

There was a long moment of silence broken only by the occasional crackling of the fire.

"Here's how I see it," I said. "Recently, we've both done something rather foolish. Something we regret." I pulled the robe more closely around my shoulders. "And while these two things certainly don't cancel each other out, it does seem to me that they establish some sort of equilibrium." I held out my hands like they were the balancing plates on a scale.

Devi gave me a small, embarra.s.sed smile. "Perhaps I was hasty in demanding full repayment."

I returned the smile and felt myself relax. "How would you feel about sticking to the original terms of our loan?"

"That seems fair." Devi held out her hand over the desk and I shook it. The last of the tension in the room evaporated and I felt a long-standing piece of worry unknot itself in my chest.

"Your hand is freezing," Devi said. "Let's go sit by the fire."

We relocated ourselves and sat quietly for several minutes.

"G.o.ds below," Devi said with an explosive sigh. "I was so angry with you." She shook her head. "I don't know if I've ever been that angry with anyone in my whole life."

I nodded. "I didn't really believe you'd stoop to malfeasance," I said. "I was so sure it couldn't be you. But everyone kept talking about how dangerous you were. Telling stories. Then when you wouldn't let me see my blood ..." I trailed off, shrugging.

"Are you really still getting after-echoes from the plum bob?" she asked.

"Little flashes," I said. "And I seem to be losing my temper more easily. But that might just be the stress. Simmon says I probably have unbound principles in my system. Whatever that means."

Devi scowled. "I'm working with less than ideal equipment here," she said, gesturing to a closed door. "And I am sorry. But the fellow offered me a full set of the Vautium Tegnostae Vautium Tegnostae." She waved to the bookshelves. "Normally I'd never make something like that, but unexpurgated copies are just impossible to find."

I turned to look at her, surprised. "You made it for him?"

"It's better than handing over the formula," Devi said defensively.

Part of me felt like I should be angry, but the majority of me was simply happy that I was warm and dry, with no threat of death hanging over me. I shrugged it off. "Simmon says you can't factor worth half a d.a.m.n," I said conversationally.

Devi looked down at her hands. "I'm not proud of selling it," she admitted. Then after a moment, she looked up again, grinning. "But the Tegnostae Tegnostae has gorgeous ill.u.s.trations." has gorgeous ill.u.s.trations."

I laughed. "Show me."

Hours later my clothes were dry and the sleet had changed to a gentle snow. Stonebridge would be a solid sheet of ice, but other than that, the walk home would be much more pleasant.

When I emerged from the washroom I saw Devi was sitting back at her desk. I made my way over and handed her the robe. "I won't impugn your honor by asking why you own a robe much longer and broader in the shoulder than anything a delicate young lady of your size could ever wear."

Devi snorted indelicately and rolled her eyes.

I sat down and tugged on my boots. They were delightfully warm from sitting near the fire. Then I brought out my purse and lay three heavy silver talents on the desk, pushing them toward her. Devi looked at them curiously.

"I've recently come into a little money," I said. "Not enough to settle my whole debt. But I can pay this term's interest early." I waved a hand at the coins. "A gesture of good faith."

Devi smiled and pushed the coins back across the table. "You've still got two span before the end of the term," she said. "Like I said, let's stick to our original deal. I'd feel bad about taking your money early."

Though I'd offered Devi the money as an honest peace offering, I was glad to keep my three talents for now. There is a vast difference between having some coin and no coin. There is a feeling of helplessness that comes from having an empty purse.

It's like seed grain. At the end of a long winter, if you have some grain left, you can use it for seed. You have control over your life. You can use that grain and make plans for the future. But if you have no grain for seed in the spring, you are helpless. No amount of hard work or good intention will make crops grow if you don't have the seed to start with.

So I bought clothes: three shirts, a new pair of pants, and thick woolen socks. I bought a hat and gloves and scarf to keep away the winter's chill. For Auri I bought a pouch of sea salt, a sack of dried peas, two jars of peach preserves, and a pair of warm slippers. I bought a set of lute strings, ink, and a half-dozen sheets of paper.

I also bought a st.u.r.dy bra.s.s drop-bar and screwed it to the window frame in my tiny garret room. I could circ.u.mvent it fairly easily, but it would keep my few possessions safe from even the most well-intentioned thieves.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE.

Without Word or Warning I STARED OUT THE FRONT window of Anker's, looking at the falling snow and idly turning Denna's ring over in my fingers. Winter lay heavy over the University, and Denna had been gone for more than a month. I had three hours before cla.s.s with Elodin, and I was trying to decide if the slim chance of finding Denna was worth the long, cold walk to Imre. STARED OUT THE FRONT window of Anker's, looking at the falling snow and idly turning Denna's ring over in my fingers. Winter lay heavy over the University, and Denna had been gone for more than a month. I had three hours before cla.s.s with Elodin, and I was trying to decide if the slim chance of finding Denna was worth the long, cold walk to Imre.

As I stood at the window, a Cealdish man came through the door, stomping the powdery snow from his boots and looking around curiously. It was still early in the day, and I was the only person in the common room.

He walked over to me, snowflakes melting in his beard until they were bright beads of water. "Sorry to bother you. I'm looking for a fellow." he said, surprising me with his utter lack of anything resembling a Cealdish accent. He reached inside his long coat and pulled out a thick envelope with a blood-red seal. "Ka-voth-ee." He read slowly, then turned the envelope toward me so I could see the front.

Kvothe-Anker's Inn.

University. (Two miles west of Imre.) Belenay-Barren Central Commonwealth.

It was Denna's handwriting. "It's Kvothe, actually," I said absentmindedly. "The e is silent."

He shrugged. "You him?"

"I am," I said.

He nodded, satisfied. "Well, I got this down in Tarbean about a span back. Bought it off a fellow for a hard penny. He said he bought it off a sailor in Junpui for a Vintish silver bit. He couldn't remember the name of the town where the sailor had got it from, but it was inland a ways."

The man met my eye. "I'm tellin' you this so you don't think I'm trying to shim you on the deal. I paid a full hard penny, then came over myself from Imre though it was out of my way." He looked around the common room. "Though I'm guessing a fellow with a fine inn such as this won't quibble about giving a fellow his due."

I laughed. "This isn't my inn," I said. "I just have a room here."

"Oh," he said, obviously a little disappointed. "You looked kinda proprietorial standing there. Still, I'm sure you see I need to make my money off this."

"I do," I said. "How much do you think is fair?"

He looked me up and down, eyeing my clothes. "I suppose I'd be happy making my hard penny back and a soft penny besides."

I brought out my purse and fished around in it. Luckily, I'd been playing cards a few nights before, and had some Aturan currency. "Seems fair," I said as I handed over the money.

He started to go, then turned back. "Out of curiosity," he asked. "Would you have paid two hard pennies to get it?"