Four and Twenty Blackbirds

One could be attracted to a colleague, or a friend, but that didn't mean one had to go and make a lover out of him.

I am as I thought I was, and what we have been through has not changed that. I am still Ardis, High Bishop of Kingsford, and true daughter of the Church. And that is good. There will be no more sleepless nights. If he felt any different from that—well, she could feel sympathy, even pity for him, but that was nothing she had any control over. He would not die of an unrequited passion, and if it went unrequited long enough, it would surely fade. Meanwhile the surest relief for it would be work.

'I hope that the end of this hasn't made you reconsider, and that you plan to stay on as my Special Inquisitor, Tal Rufen,' she continued. 'I won't hesitate to tell you that I'm counting on your help from here on. There will still be more than enough work for you—as Kayne can tell you.'

'Work!' Kayne rolled her eyes. 'There's work enough here for ten Special Inquisitors, and it's only going to get worse as Kingsford grows.'

Ardis spread her hands wide. 'There you have it.'

Tal looked at Ardis solemnly and searchingly, and evidently was satisfied by what he saw in her eyes.

'Thank you,' he said simply. 'I would like to stay.'

Since his shoulder was still bothering him, Tal Rufen returned to his bed in the Infirmary at the Infirmarian's orders, and drank the potion he was given as obediently as even that worthy could have asked.

'Well?' Infirmarian Nord Hathon asked. 'Is everything tied up to everyone's satisfaction?'

'Everyone but Kayne,' Tal told him, as he lay back down into the soft embrace of the bed with a sigh. 'Revaner is rightly tied into all the murders and the names of his tools are cleared of any wrongdoing. She's arranged for special services to be held for their souls, and the souls of the more obvious victims. So now we can all go back to normal routine.'

'You aren't satisfied?' the Priest asked shrewdly.

'It's somewhat bitter justice, but Ardis claims that the families get some comfort out of it.' That was true, so far as it went; Tal did not intend to confess the rest of his mixed feelings to this particular friend of Ardis's.

I must have been mistaken when I thought I saw some sign of attraction. No—no, I couldn't have. After all, she's a Priest; her first and deepest love is for her service to the Church. It is the way things are, and should be. I was deluding myself. Or it was the stress of the case that made me see things that weren't there? Were my eyes tired or my mind distracted, making me see expressions and glances that weren't what I thought they were? No, this is for the best, I think.

When he'd looked into Ardis's eyes, he hadn't seen anything there except confidence in him, and simple regard. When he'd come to himself for the second time in the Infirmary, she hadn't been there, and hadn't made any inquiries about him for a whole day.

Granted, she'd known he wasn't that badly hurt—but a woman in love would have been out of her mind with anxiety until she saw for herself that he was all right. A woman in love would have held a vigil at his bedside; she wouldn't have busied herself with work and only dropped by long enough to wish him a cheerful good night.

'The High Bishop wants me to take the position with her permanently,' he continued. 'She says there's plenty for me to do.'

'Will you take the offer?'

He nodded, his eyes closed, while Infirmarian Hathon laid his hands on the wounded shoulder, and a soothing warmth spread from them into the shoulder-joint. This was another good reason to stay on; no secular constable ever got the benefit of magical healing!

'I've got no reason to want to go back to being an ordinary constable again, even though Fenris offered me a place with his force in Kingsford,' he said. 'This will be interesting, I'm going to learn a lot about magic, and at least Ardis will believe in my hunches.'

'Well, Ardis has seen enough to know that what you call a 'hunch' is merely the result of adding together many, many bits of information based on years of experience,' the Infirmarian murmured. 'I believe you'll be happy among us. And when you finally do retire, you will certainly never need to worry about your pension. The Duke's certainly going to see to that.'

Tal laughed. 'Maybe the Duke was a little too enthusiastic when he wanted to reward all of us.' He chuckled. 'However, I'm personally glad that Ardis persuaded him to give the special medals and ceremony only to the Haspur. The old bird deserved every bit of being made out a hero—and as for me, I will be a lot happier if every miscreant in Kingsford is not personally aware of whatI look like!'