The Eagle And The Nightingales

a habit. I should think you'd be ready to faint dead away. What was so important that you had to skip two meals?'

'That business with that new law people were so upset about last night,' she replied casually. Since it had been the talk of Freehold, there was no reason why she should not have been out looking for confirmation. 'I know a good Priest who keeps his ear to the ground and hears a great deal, but he's halfway across the city.'

'And?' Derfan prompted, dashing in bits of seasoning and a spot of oil while he tossed her food deftly on the hot metal.

'He hadn't heard a thing,' she told him. 'I'm halfway convinced now that it was a rumor being spread so that our good leaders can slip something else into law while we are out chasing our tails over this.'

'Could be, could be,' Derfan agreed, nodding vigorously. 'It wouldn't be the first time they've done things that way.' The jovial man grinned infectiously as he ladled some juices here and there. 'But we've got enough excitement right here in Freehold to keep everyone stirred up for the next few days, and never mind some maybe- so, maybe-no law out there.'

She shook her head as he handed her the bowl full of rice and stir-fried morsels. 'I haven't been here, remember?' she said, fanning the food to cool it, and daring a quick bite. It was too hot, and she quickly sucked in cool air to save her tongue.

'Our leader's shown up.' Derfan raised both eyebrows at her.

She wrinkled her brow, unable to guess his meaning.

'Our real boss,' Derfan elaborated. 'The one Kyran works for.' He sighed when she shook her head blankly. 'Tyladen, the Deliambren, the owner of Freehold. He's here.'

She stopped blowing on her food and looked up at him sharply. 'No,' she said. 'I thought he never came here!'

Oh, this is too much! she thought as Derfan nodded and shrugged. Not one, but two Deliambrens showing up in the space of a single day? What is this, a conspiracy? Is everyone around here involved in some kind of plot ?

'It isn't that he never comes here, it's just that he doesn't do it often,' Derfan told her as she applied herself grimly to her food again. 'Maybe he's decided he ought to, seeing as there's been all that law talk. Maybe it's about time he did, too_he's the one with all the money. Precious little you and me could do if the High King decides to make trouble for our friends, but Deliambrens have got the stuff that the high and mighty want, and that means they have money and a reason for the lords and ladies to listen to 'em. They've used that kind of influence before, I've heard.'

'Well, if he wants to have any customers, he'd better get involved, I suppose,' she agreed mildly.

Now what? What happens if he recognizes me? I didn't recognize his name, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know me. I've met a lot of Deliambrens, and I don't remember half of them. Damn! The last thing I want is some wealthy fuzzy-faced half-wit breathing down my neck right now, watching everything I do and wanting to know why I haven't found out more!

As if to confirm her worst fears, Derfan had even more news about Tyladen. 'Word is,' Derfan said in a confidential tone, 'that Tyladen's going to make the rounds of the whole place tonight; look in on all the performers, the cooks and all, see how they're doing, see how many customers they're bringing in.'

'Well, you have no worry on that score,' Nightingale pointed out. Derfan blushed, but Nightingale spoke nothing but the truth. Derfan's little corner was always popular, since his customers always knew what was in the food he fixed for them. Some of them, like the Mintak, were herbivorous and could not digest meat. In addition, the food was ready quickly, and if you were very hungry, you didn't have to spend a lot of time waiting for someone to prepare your dinner, the way you did in some of the other little nooks.

'You don't either, from what I've heard,' he countered. 'You're very popular.'

She shrugged. 'Usually I would agree with you, but any musician can have a bad night. It would be my luck that tonight would be the one.'

Derfan snorted. 'I doubt it,' he began. 'A bad night for you is a terrific night for some other people around here and_' He interrupted himself. 'Turn around! There he is, out on the dance floor, looking up at the light-rigs on the ceiling!'

She turned quickly and got a good view of the mysterious Tyladen as he stood with his hands on his hips, peering up at the ceiling four floors above. And to her initial relief, she didn't recognize him.

He was much younger than she had thought, although age was difficult to measure in a Deliambren; the skin of his face was completely smooth and unwrinkled, even at the corners of the eyes and mouth. He was dressed quite conservatively for a Deliambren, in a one-piece garment of something that looked like black leather but probably wasn't, with a design in contrasting colors appliqued from the right shoulder to the left hip and down the