Emriana watched her aunt not say anything for several moments.
Finally, taking a deep breath, Xaphira said softly, 'I told you last night that there was more to this than you could fathom, and there is. I'm still only beginning to put all the pieces together. But you should know that I'm almost certain you didn't shoot Rodolpho Wianar twelve years ago.'
Emriana gaped at her aunt, then at Vambran. Her brother's mouth hung open.
'What?' he said quietly, as though he couldn't understand what he had just heard.
'Let me show you something,' Xaphira said.
She walked over to where her red cloak hung near the door and removed a small bundle from a pocket inside it. The bundle was long and thin and wrapped in oilcloth, and when she unrolled it, Emriana could see a pair of crossbow bolts.
'This one,' Xaphira said, holding up the first, 'was in the quiver you gave me that night a dozen years ago before we parted ways. I dumped everything else into the sea once I was well out of port.'
Xaphira took up the second bolt. Emriana could see that it was darkened at the tip, stained.
'This one,' her aunt said, 'was one I pulled out of my leg that night, after I ran from you.'
The woman held them up, side by side. They were identical, right down to the blue fletching.
'What?' Vambran said again. 'How can that be?'
'Because someone who was shadowing me that night, following me as I ran from the watchmen, had it in his possession. He shot me with it while I was fleeing, down near the docks.'
'But, where did it come from?' Emriana asked, confused.
'It was stolen from my quiver at the Generon, before Adyan, Horial, and I ever started shooting,' Vambran said, his tone cold. 'Someone used my own bolt to assassinate Rodolpho Wianar, making it look like I did it.'
'Exactly,' Xaphira said. 'And that someone is the same man who has been behind the scenes, working for Grozier Talricci, Denrick Pharaboldi, and Evester. It has been that man who has tried to thwart you at every turn when you started digging into the kitchen maid's death.'
'The thug who confronted us last night, in the alley, during the fight for Uncle Kovrim!' Vambran said, his face lighting in recognition.
'Yes. His name is Junce Roundface, and he's a very skilled assassin.'
'You knew this, and you didn't say anything?' Vambran asked, looking squarely at his aunt.
'We had more important things to take care of,' Xaphira replied just as firmly. 'First your uncle, then your sister, were in trouble. I didn't want you distracted with my news when you needed a clear head to save everyone else.'
Vambran nodded, understanding his aunt's reasoning.
'After all these years, you still understand me too well,' he said, a slight smile creeping onto his face.
Emriana noticed that Xaphira smiled, too.
The woman continued, 'Besides, all of my suspicions are just that, still-suspicions. I don't have any other proof than these two bolts. And I've only recently managed to connect him to the shootings that night. I was following him to get some sort of additional proof of who he's connected to, who might have been behind the attack that night.'
Hetta cut in, 'And by following Junce, you began following Vambran, simply by extension.'
Xaphira smiled at her mother.
'Something like that,' she said warmly. 'Once I saw that Vambran was getting involved in activities Junce was behind, I decided to keep on eye on my nephew full time, just to be nearby if he should need me.'
'But that means that whoever is behind Junce's actions-and Grozier's, Denrick's, and Evester's-was also behind the murder of Rodolpho Wianar twelve years ago,' Emriana said, understanding at last the connection.
Her stomach was fluttering.
'Yes, it does,' Xaphira replied. 'I don't know what the connection is, but there is one there. You're involved in it from both ends, Vambran.'
Emriana's brother nodded and said, 'It's all connected somehow. Grand Trabbar Lavant is still looking to manipulate events to broker an alliance, I'm sure. And he'll find other Houses willing to rally to his cause. Uncle Kovrim and I are going to have to stifle him politically, because we have no real proof that he's behind any of this.'
'You couldn't prove that he and Grozier Talricci were working together?' Hetta asked.
Vambran shook his head.
'No,' he answered, 'we haven't yet begun truth-reading either him or Bartimus. They're both very good at masking their thoughts, so we're going to have to bring in more powerful magic to break them down. And Uncle Kovrim can't actually say that he rooted out Lavant's involvement by going through the high priest's personal records. Those have undoubtedly been destroyed or moved, so it would be his word against the Grand Trabbar's and I think we all know who's side the temple would take in that instance. So, we're going to have to deal with this one subtly.'
'What about the four Halanthi priests who tried to waylay him yesterday?' Xaphira asked. 'Can't you make a connection between them and Lavant?'
'I wish we could, but they have all disappeared. The temple is in turmoil over all this, and of course, the Grand Trabbar is screaming longest and loudest for justice on Uncle Kovrim's behalf.'
'Of course,' Xaphira replied.
Emriana's brother didn't say anything for a long time. Finally, as the silence grew uncomfortably long, the girl asked shyly, 'How did you get into and out of the warehouse without me seeing you?'
Xaphira laughed and said, 'You're going to be quite the little sneak when you get some more seasoning. It wasn't easy, but I've learned a few tricks that you don't know about yet.'
'And aren't going to learn about any time soon,' Ladara said firmly, stirring from her spot beside Hetta. 'You are only sixteen, and you have no business sneaking out like that all the time. Do you understand me?'
Emriana opened her mouth to protest, but then she caught a look from her grandmother out of the corner of her eye and she repressed a smile.
'Yes, Mother. I won't do it anymore.'
To herself, Emriana thought, As far as you know.
She stole a glance at Aunt Xaphira, who was hiding a smile of her own.
The girl's thoughts were interrupted as a figure appeared in the sitting room doorway. It was Uncle Kovrim, ushered in by one of the servants.
'Kovrim, welcome,' Hetta said, smiling and rising to greet their guest.
The priest wore a dark frown as he said, 'I wish my visit were for a happier purpose, but I've got unfortunate news.'
Vambran sat forward in his chair.
'What's wrong?' he asked.
'Grozier Talricci and Bartimus the wizard escaped custody during the night. They were helped by someone on the outside, someone very good at getting in and out of the watch headquarters where they were being held.'
'Junce Roundface,' Vambran growled, standing. 'This isn't over, yet. We have to find them'
'Why you?' Ladara asked quietly. 'Why do you have to be the one to do this?'
'Because whoever is behind it has made me live with unnecessary guilt for twelve years, and I owe them a little payback.'
'It won't be easy,' Kovrim said. 'They know we're looking for them, and they have powerful magic at their disposal to aid in staying hidden.'
'Perhaps,' Vambran said, 'but we have to try. Junce Roundface is working for someone even more powerful in this city. Apparently, they all are.'
'Someone who wants to start a war,' Xaphira said.
Emriana looked at her family, from face to face. They all wore the same grim expression.
They're all thinking the same thing, she realized. House Matrell is still in danger.
