eager to take a swipe. The Hieros's attendant stepped in front of the old woman, his body her shield.
But Kesh plunged on. 'You said yourself you meet here today to exchange information. About the goings-on in Olo'osson and the city, I am sure. Yet you also sent a group of scouts into the north weeks ago to see what they can discover about the Star of Life.'
'We have,' agreed the captain, removing his hand from his sword. 'And not heard word back. Where are you going with this?'
'No doubt the reeves will be searching for the demon who killed the Qin soldiers, who may also be a Guardian, whatever a Guardian is, since obviously the tales are mistaken.'
'I admit the incident took us by surprise,' said Marshal Joss, 'although we're not agreed on what it all means.'
'If the Guardians have become demons, best we be prepared,' said Anji.
'That envoy wore no shadow,' said the Hieros. 'Of that, I am determined.'
Joss nodded toward her. 'As it says in the tale, 'He wore no darkness, not even a shadow to follow him'. Meanwhile, we're keeping our eyes open. I've sent reeves out to see if they can track the demon.' He nodded at Mai, whose face lost a little of its luster to anxiety. 'We'll try to warn those people who may be in danger, including your uncle.'
'So,' continued Kesh. 'All this you have encompassed. But what about these ones Captain Anji calls the Red Hounds? What about men in red caps and their accomplices who stalked the Qin through the streets of Olossi? Who Captain Anji believes came from the Sirniakan Empire in search of him? The ones who murdered Tam?'
He had their attention.
'We have no good sources of information in the empire. I am sure, Your Holiness, that your hierodules and kalos comb what bits of gossip and hearsay they can from those outlander drovers who visit the temple. I am sure everyone in Olossi interviews every merchant who returns from the south.'
'We listen,' said the Hieros. 'Anyone would.'
From this angle, he could see across the garden and through the archway, glimpse the figures of men and women passing through the entry way to the council hall, folk who had a stake in Olossi's prosperity and well- being.
'Advance me coin to purchase trade goods. I'll go south as a
merchant. I'll investigate this civil war between the emperor and his cousins. I'll look for traces of the Red Hounds. I'll keep my eyes and ears open. I'll be your spy.'
'You'll slip your bonds,' said the Hieros. 'Run away. You are our surety for Zubaidit.'
'Do you think there is a life for a man like me*in the empire?'
'A merchant can live in the caravanserai in Sarida,' said Anji. 'Live well, if his chief concerns are food, drink, and luxurious furnishings.'
'Always as an outlander. But that is the risk you will take, in the hopes of gaining the intelligence you want. I might take the coin, and never return, that's true.'
'Your sister will be angry if you aren't here when she gets back,' said Marshal Joss.
Kesh wanted to say, Not as angry as you'll be if you can't get her in your bed, but he did not. 'If I'm not here. If she returns. You can't guarantee she'll return. She'll probably get herself killed, and then where will I be? Working as a factor for the Qin.'
'Do you have complaints of your treatment in our house?' Mai asked with every appearance of genuine concern and a smidgeon of indignation. Or perhaps she had simply the best disingenuous market face he had ever encountered. 'You are not being held in any manner of slavery.'
'A chain is still a chain. I live on the sufferance of those of you who are making the plans. Give me eight months' parole. There's still time to make the crossing before the snows set in. I'll gather what news I can, and return to you by the end of the year. Any profit I make after repaying the cost of the goods, will be mine to keep.'
'A bold offer,' said the Hieros. 'And a dangerous one. Worthy of your sister, if you can pull it off.'
'Why do you want to do this?' asked the marshal. 'For your sister's sake? To act in service of the captain? Of the Hundred? Or the gods?'
'No.' Kesh glanced at the Silvers, but of course they had no idea of the riot of confusion that raged in his heart. 'I act purely on my own behalf. For my own selfish reasons.'
'We have sent spies into the north,' said the marshal. 'It's true
we'd be wise to send them into the empire as well. If it can be managed. Keshad knows the territory. But the council must approve the expedition.'
'Wouldn't it be better if no one else knew?' asked Anji.
'I agree,' said the Hieros. 'If too many know, it will jeopardize his mission. Word will get out. Whispers will spread. If these Red Hounds are as skilled as you say they are, Captain, they'll find out the truth and murder the lad.' She looked not at all distressed while considering such an outcome.
Anji nodded at the Hieros. 'It must be assayed in absolute secrecy. Although I don't like to think of Keshad attempting this alone. I can't send any of my soldiers with him, either to aid him or to prevent him from running away and cheating us all, or selling what he knows into the hands of our enemies.'
'I'll go,' said Eliar. 'Even with him.'
'Impossible,' said his father.
'Imprudent,' said Anji. 'Your way of dressing betrays you. Nor would I ask you to dress in another way to disguise your heritage.'
Opportunity is an open gate. Kesh saw it clear. 'Why should he not come along? I am also a foreigner. I might dress the part, but no one will ever mistake me for a Sirniakan. If he draws attention by his looks and clothing, more may overlook me. As it says in the Tale of Plenty, 'While everyone watched the barking dog, the carter crept into the storehouse and retrieved the stolen rice'.'
'Are you comparing me to a dog?' demanded Eliar.
Keshad smiled spitefully. 'It is the custom in the Hundred to ornament our words with our sacred tales. The barking dog is a bold and clever hero.'
Eliar stepped forward, fist raised, jaw clenched.
'Enough!' Joss stepped between the two young men. 'I have no patience for young men preening and bumping in this tiresome manner. If you cannot work together, I will not be persuaded of Eliar's fitness for the expedition. In any case, according to your own laws, Eliar, you must obtain the permission of your elders.'
Scenting victory, Keshad bit back a triumphant smile as he lowered his gaze modestly. The floor of the pavilion boasted a mosaic of tiny tiles cemented together in a stylized pattern of light and dark, fortune falling and rising.
'Let me do this,' said Eliar passionately to his father, 'and I will agree to all the demands you've made.'
'Even both marriages, your own and your sister's?' said his father.
Surprised, Kesh looked up.
Eliar flushed, his expression twisted midway between grief and shame. 'Even both marriages. May she forgive me.'
The two older Silver men glanced at each other, caught by surprise. 'You're sure, Eliar? You have stood fiercely in opposition to her marriage.'
'I'll take an oath on it,' he said bitterly, 'and hate myself after.'
'Do not make a mock of it, boy,' said his father. 'The negotiations with the house in Nessumara are badly damaged, close to falling through, because of your objections and the recent impropriety.' There was a dull anger in Isar's eyes that Kesh found frightening, although he thought it was not precisely directed at him, the stranger who had glimpsed the face of a daughter of the Ri Amarah, who must walk veiled in front of any man not her kin.
'Is it decided, that they'll go south as spies?' asked Joss. 'I am not sure I approve.'
'I think it's an interesting plan,' said Anji. 'Although I hold out little hope they'll discover much of interest. If the Red Hounds scent their intentions, they won't survive. You must understand the risks, Isar.'
The talk of marriage had settled Isar's mind. 'We'll put forward the coin for the expedition.'
'I want my own share,' said Keshad. 'My own profit.'
Marshal Joss pressed a hand to Kesh's shoulder, forced him to look into his eyes. For the first time, Keshad shrank back. The Silvers were strict, everyone knew that. Captain Anji was a soldier, a dangerous man who knew
