Betara’s house quite yet.
The older patroller, whom I didn’t recognize, shook his head. “Wouldn’t want to be a captain these days. Captain Kharles, Captain Boylet, Captain Hostyn…and now you.”
Hostyn? “I’m sorry. I’ve been tied up with the mess on Imagisle. What happened to Captain Hostyn?”
“Same sort of thing as they tried with you…except Captain Hostyn got shot. They say he’ll be fine, but it’s likely to be into the new year before he’s fully back. Captain Jacquet and Captain Subunet will probably be glad you took care of this crew.”
“We didn’t plan it that way. I can tell you that. We were just going to a family dinner.”
“No, sir. I’d be certain you didn’t.” He shifted his weight, then looked at the hack. “Skaryt, best you head back and get some help…and send the wagon.”
The younger patroller hurried off without looking back.
“You ever see any of these fellows before, sir?”
“No.” I shook my head. “I should have noticed that the hacker was a little too well-dressed, but I was thinking about a few other things.”
He asked all the questions a good patroller should. When he had, and we’d finished answering, there were four other patrollers and a wagon headed down the alley.
“You have many explosions here in Second District last weekend?” I asked.
“Not like Sixth District or Fourth, no, sir. Just two on the south side of Nordroad. That was more than we needed.” He paused. “What can we do for you, sir?”
“We’ll be needing a hack, since this one didn’t finish the trip.”
“We’ll walk out to the street with you.” The patroller gestured to his partner.
As we walked toward Lyrique, escorted by the pair, Seliora looked to me. “Do you really think we should…?”
“We might as well.” I forced a grin. “Just keep the pistol handy.”
She nodded.
When we reached the street, we didn’t have that long before a hack appeared.
As the hacker eased to a halt, the older patroller asked, “Might I ask where you’re headed, Captain?”
“Nordroad and Hagahl.”
“Would you be minding, Captain, if we rode with the driver?” asked the older patroller. “That’s still in Second District, and we’d not want you having any more troubles.”
“I don’t know about the captain,” Seliora said with a dazzling smile, “but Madame Rhennthyl would be honored.”
The patroller actually blushed.
“I thank you very much,” I added, “and I would appreciate it.”
Seliora and Diestrya didn’t say anything until we were inside a hack and traveling toward NordEste Design.
“With all this…do you still think…?” Seliora asked.
I knew she was referring to Cydarth, but didn’t want to say more, not when Diestrya was with us and with patrollers sitting less than a yard or so away.
“It’s hard to tell. I’ll need to see what else has happened.”
She nodded.
We were largely quiet on the rest of the ride, except, of course, for Diestrya’s comments about the pretty paper flowers held by a street vendor.
Once we reached NordEste Design, it was clear Bhenet had been watching for us. He had the door open and stood under the portico waiting, even before the three of us were out of the hack.
While I held Diestrya’s hand, Seliora slipped out of the hack, then lifted our daughter down.
I stepped out and looked at the two patrollers. “Thank you. It’s been a long week.”
“Yes, sir.” They both were smiling.
“And thank you from me,” added Seliora warmly.
This time, they both blushed.
We walked as quickly as Diestrya allowed, across the sidewalk and up to the portico, where Bhenet waited, and then up the inside staircase. As soon as we reached the main hallway at the top of the stairs, the twins scooped up Diestrya to take her upstairs to the nursery with the other children.
Betara stepped forward and hugged her daughter. “You’re good to come. Both of you.” She turned to me. “You look tired, Rhenn. Are those bruises on your face?”
“Yes,” I admitted. “Let’s just say that it’s been a very long week and the hack ride here was more interesting than either one of us planned. We’re looking forward to a meal with family.” I paused. “It has to have been upsetting here, too, with explosions…and everything.”
“We did have everything locked and barricaded here last Solayi and Lundi,” Betara said, “but things settled down by Mardi.”
“No one was hurt?”
“No. The mob that came down Nordroad avoided us.” She smiled. “But they might have taken notice of all the rifles pointed out from the upper-level windows.”
That didn’t surprise me. There were only a few windows on the street level of NordEste Design, and those were to work-rooms and manufacturing spaces, with bars and heavy shutters.
“We’re happy you’re here.” Betara stepped back. “Dinner’s not quite ready. I need to check with Aegina.” She hurried off.
Odelia and Kolasyn had been standing behind and to the right of Betara. Odelia moved toward Seliora.
“Seliora…Rhenn…I’m sorry.” Tears streamed down Odelia’s cheeks. “I didn’t know…” She put her arms around Seliora. “I didn’t know…”
“It’s all right,” Seliora said. “I know you were upset.”
“No…I was so mad at Rhenn…. thought he wasn’t doing…what he could…” Odelia was still sobbing. “Kolasyn’s friend, Caesaro, he’s a patroller…told him…Rhenn went out every night…with patrollers…faced the weed dealers’ killers…bombs and rockets…”
After a time, Seliora slowly disengaged herself and looked at me. “You didn’t mention bombs and rockets.”
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
Then they both looked at me.
All I could do was shrug and offer an apologetic smile. The shrug hurt. In a different way, so did the smile, since I should have said something earlier.
31
Solayi morning, we slept late, or as late as Diestrya would let us, then stumbled down to breakfast in nightclothes and robes. We needed the robes, because the wind howled outside and sleet pattered against the windows…and the stoves in the kitchen and parlor were cold because we hadn’t loaded them before we’d gone to bed. The first task was to get some heat. I did hurry things up slightly by imaging flame into the coal. Even that left me with a headache, but the kitchen and parlor began to warm far more quickly than they would have otherwise…and Seliora could start cooking sooner.
As we finished eating, Seliora fixed her eyes on me, with that determined look I understood all too well. “You’re not going anywhere, not even to your study at the Collegium. I saw how starting the stove hurt you.” She paused. “You are resting. You’ll never recover if you keep going out and getting into trouble.”
“I didn’t go out to get into trouble.”
“When you go out, you get into trouble, and you’re not strong enough to deal with something like yesterday again.”
“Dada is too strong,” observed Diestrya.
“He is, but he needs to rest.”
