we might be. A smart criminal knows how to use assumptions like that, and since your friend was murdered right under the noses of the country’s best soldiers, I’d say the killer was pretty smart.” To Kay I said, “We should talk to the serving girl ourselves. She can at least tell us where she got the apples.”
Kay nodded. “Where are they?”
Gillian nodded at a door. “In there.”
As Kay and I crossed the hall, I felt the eyes of every single banquet guest follow me. I knew they were concocting elaborate conspiracies that had the Knights of the Double Tarn protecting me from justice for murky, nefarious reasons. I could do nothing to change their minds except produce the actual murderer, so I tried not to worry about it. “So who’s this Agravaine?” I asked Kay.
“Dave Agravaine,” he said through his teeth. “He’s a wild knife, and he’s got two toadies, Vince Hoel and Aidan Cador, who ask ‘How high?’ when he says ‘Jump.’ They’re all three worth their weight in gold in a battle, but they stink as human beings in peacetime.”
“I’ve known a lot of soldiers like that.” For a while, I’d even been one, but I kept that to myself.
Just as we reached the door to the indicated serving room, I glanced back and spotted Thomas Gillian, the intended murder victim, still watching me with that hawklike intensity. I couldn’t read his expression. I wondered if anyone ever could.
“Agravaine!” Kay bellowed as we entered the small room. It was identical to the one in which I’d earlier cornered Astamore, except that the door leading into the kitchens was closed and bolted.
Three knights surrounded a stool, on which perched the unfortunate serving girl. She huddled like a frightened sparrow, head down and arms around herself. “Get out there with the rest of the men,” Kay snarled, holding the door open. “We’ll take over here.”
One of them completely ignored Kay and glared solely at me. He was the first Double Tarn knight I’d met shorter than me, but he had wide shoulders and a white streak in his hair that indicated a serious battle scar on his scalp. He moved with a cocky shoulder roll that radiated arrogance, and his features seem to have adopted a disdainful sneer as their natural expression. I guessed he was about forty, old enough to have fought in the last of the unification wars. “You’re the guy we pulled off Patrice’s dead body.”
“And you’re this far from getting a boot enema, Agravaine,” Kay snarled. “You had orders to stay in the hall. Were they too complicated, or have you just not washed your ears lately?”
“This skanky little wench gave Sam the poisoned apple,” Agravaine said. “She might be dangerous. We can keep a better eye on her in here.” Then, in an insolent, singsong taunt he added, “Isn’t that what Marcus would want, big Sir Bob? And don’t you always do what Marcus wants?”
The tension between Kay and Agravaine had an almost physical presence. Before Kay could throttle him, I said to him, “Thanks, we appreciate your initiative, but we need some time alone to ask the young lady some questions.”
Agravaine’s hateful gaze shifted back to me, and he smiled. It was the kind of smile that begged to be forcefully knocked down his throat. “Right. I always do what a man in chains tells me. Well, here she is.” He snapped his fingers, and the other two knights stepped aside.
The girl had not moved or spoken during this exchange. She sat hunched with her hair down over her face and shook so violently the stool’s legs tapped against the floor. I put my hand on her shoulder, careful not to let the manacle chain touch her. “Miss,” I said gently, “I’d just like to ask you a couple of questions, and then you’ll be free to go.”
She looked up slowly, and her hair fell away from her face. I saw bruises and an eye swollen shut. Fresh tears made tracks through the dried blood around her puffy lips. She was so terrified her breath came in rapid, shallow whimpers.
Kay inhaled sharply behind me.
Her beautiful serving gown had been torn off one shoulder, and her fingers clutched the ripped fabric so tightly her nails dug into her palms.
“Please, sir,” she said in a trembling, mechanical whisper.
My own hands began to shake. “I’m sorry,” I said genuinely. “I wish we’d gotten here sooner.”
Behind me, Kay stepped close to Agravaine. “You little pissbucket-”
His two pals stepped up behind him, their presence a looming threat that Kay ignored. “She insulted the queen,” Agravaine said defensively. “We can’t have the servants doing that, can we?”
“You just like smacking women around,” Kay hissed. “Don’t pretend otherwise.”
Agravaine laughed. In the small, dim room it sounded especially malicious. “Sure, if a whore needs it, I’ll knock some sense into her. Got to keep them in their place. Right, fellas?”
The two men chuckled in agreement.
The girl squeezed out fresh tears at Agravaine’s description of her. “I’m not a whore,” she whispered, so quietly only I heard it.
“Excuse me a moment,” I said softly, and turned. Somewhere in that simple motion, I made a fist and swung it with all my weight and strength into Agravaine’s round, smug face.
I hit him harder than I’d ever hit anything in my life. The weight of the manacle added that little extra grace note, and the chain slapped me in the cheek. Bones snapped, some in my hand, most in his nose, and he dropped like a bag of wet mud.
He sat up almost at once and clutched his nose as blood oozed between his fingers. “Som ub a bid!” he cried, his voice distorted.
His two pals drew their swords. The distinctive shting was especially loud in the small room, and the blades took up an awful lot of space.
“Cador! Hoel!” Kay yelled, and stepped in front of me. “Scabbard those swords now!”
For a moment everyone was silent and still. Then the two sidekicks put their weapons away.
“He broke my nose,” Agravaine said as he stood. It came out as He brode my node. He pulled his hand away from his face and looked at the blood. “Hold him for me, boys. Oh, you are about to get such an ass-kicking.”
The tip of Kay’s sword touched the hollow in Agravaine’s throat, then lifted his chin. He’d drawn it so fast and silently none of us noticed. “You’re not doing anything, soldier. All three of you are on report. Get back out there, and if I see any sign of you anywhere else before we leave, I’ll personally demote each of you back to assistant squire.” Kay glared particularly at Agravaine. “And I promise you, that’s a lot less than Marc would do if he were here.”
Agravaine pointed a bloody finger at me. “Me and you, asshole. Soon.” Then he looked at the girl, who curled up even tighter under his glare. “And you? Remember what I said.”
Then they left, slamming the door behind them.
Kay turned to me. “That was smart,” he muttered as he sheathed his sword. He opened the door and yelled, “Morholt! Find a doctor and send him over here. Now!”
He closed the door, then turned to the girl. His whole demeanor softened, and he spoke with a kindness that surprised me. “Miss? What’s your name?”
“Mary,” she said in a tiny voice.
“Mary, I’m Bob Kay, and this is Mr. LaCrosse. We’re truly sorry those men hurt you. They did not have orders to do so and they will be punished for it. I know they probably threatened you as well, but I promise you they won’t be in any shape to hurt anyone when I get done with them. You saw they were scared of me.”
She made a low, whimpering sound that eventually became the words “All I said was that the queen gave me the apples. I never said she poisoned them. I swear, I’m a good citizen, I love Grand Bruan.”
I found a basin with some water in it, dipped a napkin, and reached to wipe some of the blood from her face. She winced and drew back from my hand; I abandoned the idea. Instead I asked, “Mary, did Queen Jennifer give you the apples personally?”
She nodded slightly.
“Did you notice if they smelled funny?”
She shook her head. “We were in the kitchen; there was so much cooking, I couldn’t smell anything.”
“Did she arrange to give them to you before the banquet?” I pressed, as gently as possible.
“No. She brought them down to the kitchen, and I just happened to be the one picked to carry them. She said… she said I looked the prettiest.”
She began to sob, and I glared over the top of her head at Kay. “That guy owes me more than a broken nose
