'Just boring stories of an old woman's life. Nothing that could interest you.' Jamal pulled two glittering silver belts off a hook on the wall and handed them to the swordswoman.
'But they do,' Alias insisted. She struggled for some way to explain why Jamal interested her, without giving away the feelings she had for the woman, feelings that Finder had implanted in her for some reason. 'My father,' she said, 'was in Westgate in the Year of the Prince. He died two years later. He told me about a woman he'd met here-an actress named Jamal with red hair.' Finder had never actually told her any such thing, but he had to have known Jamal. 'I thought you might have known him.' 'Who was your father?' the actress asked.
'Finder Wyvernspur. He wouldn't have used that name, though. At the time, he called himself the Nameless Bard.'
Jamal sat lightly on a trunk, looking a little stunned. 'The Nameless Bard was your father?' 'You did know him?' Alias asked.
Jamal nodded. 'It was the Year of the Prince, like you said, in the spring. I was running from a squad of Night Mask muggers, and he stepped out of an alley with his sword and saved my neck. Then he saved my spirit.' 'Your spirit?' Abas asked. 'How?'
Jamal took a deep breath and sighed. Then she explained, 'I'd lost iny daughter the year before. I nearly grieved myself into the grave beside her. Nameless… he convinced me I still had things to live for.' Alias felt her throat drying. 'You had a daughter?'
Jamal nodded. 'She died in Deepwinter, in the Year of the Worm.' The year before I was created, Alias thought.
'She was murdered by a vampire when she was twelve.' 'I'm so sorry,' Alias said.
'The vampire was a merchant noble's daughter, and they shielded her whereabouts from Durgar and the watch.' 'Which merchant поЫе?' Alias asked.
'It doesn't matter which one. All the merchants knew about it.' 'So the vampire escaped?' Alias felt sick with horror.
Jamal shook her head. 'I hired an adventuring group to do what the watch couldn't. They tracked the vampire down to its lair and killed it, then brought the body back to Durgar. When Durgar realized that the nobles had kept him from investigating the area of the lair, he was ready to quit. Luer Dhostar had an awful time convincing him to stay.' 'So you and Nameless spent some time together?'
Jamal grinned. 'Only two weeks, but they were a good two weeks. Then he disappeared without a word.'
'Cassana had him locked in her dungeon,' Alias explained. 'Then the Harpers ordered him to Shadowdale.'
'He'd told me he was a Harper,' Jamal said. 'Later I'd heard he had some falling out with them, but after he died, they cleared it up.'
Alias nodded. 'So how close were you and Nameless?' she asked.
'Well, actually, that's none of your business,' Jamal said with a sly smile. 'But he was a fine figure of a man, no doubt about it.' She handed Alias a pair of white silk slippers embroidered with silver thread. 'Try these on.''
Alias pulled the slippers on. They fit snugly, but well enough for a few hours leisure. 'My tunic is sleeveless. Do you think I need to cover my tattoo?'
'Not unless you're attending incognito. They all know you have one. There's no point in hiding it. They've seen plenty of foreign merchants with markings. What jewelry are you wearing to this party?' the actress asked. 'A pair of silver earrings-three interlocking stars.' 'Over a wagon wheel?' Jamal teased. 'A gift?' 'Just stars, no wheel, and I bought them myself.'
'At least you don't have to wear Dhostar livery. That tawny color looks awful on us redheads.'
'Very sweet,' a high-pitched voice said from the doorway. 'I'm out tracking down evildoers, and you decide to play dress up.'
Alias and Jamal turned to Olive Ruskettle. The halfling looked as if she had run halfway across Westgate and still had a full head of steam up.
'Our warrior is mixing with high society tonight,' Jamal explained.
'From the back alleys to the castles in a matter of hours, eh?' Olive said. 'What a whirlwind life you lead.' 'What did you find out?' Alias demanded. 'Well,' the halfling began, 'I followed One-Eye and her bodyguard south to a big manor house right on the edge of the city. She went in, spent about ten minutes, just enough to count that sack of money. Then she and her friend left and parted company.' Olive paused for dramatic effect.
Alias glared. She hated these pauses. 'And?' she prompted.
'I didn't see the occupant,' Olive replied, 'but I asked around. 'The house belongs to a wealthy vintner named Melman. Melman bought the place ten years ago, after the former occupant died. Guess how.' 'Night Masks?' 'Nope. Guess again.'
Alias let out a sigh of exasperation. 'Olive! Spit it out! How did the former occupant die?'
'She took a blast from a staff of power. Her name was Cassana.' '
'Melman's livingin Cassana's house?' Alias asked, a smile of glee creeping across her face. 'Yep. The same place we all knew and loathed.'
'The one with the secret tunnel into the secret basement,' Alias said with a twinkle in her eye.
'The very same,' Olive said, rubbing her hands together.
Twelve
Olive accompanied Alias and Drag-onbait back to their inn, making plans j for a little breaking and entering. Although the halfling agreed it would be safer to wait until long after dark, she was disappointed that they could not leave immediately. Alias suspected that were she and Dragonbait not on the scene, the normally cautious halfling might have plunged recklessly ahead even before sunset. There was an eagerness in Olive that went beyond a desire to check out the Night Mask Melman's hoard of ill-gotten gain. Olive really wanted to bring the Night Masks down. It was a side of the halfling that Alias would never have expected to see when the two first met, eleven years ago.
Inside Blais House, Alias hurried to wash up as Dragonbait escorted Olive to their room. When Alias joined them, fresh from her bath, she noticed Olive eyeing the sacks of gold containing her retainer from the Dhostars. 'You should have gotten more,' the halfling said.
'Olive, you know I don't need the money,' the swordswoman argued as she pulled her new silk tunic over Jamal's white undergown. 'Neither do you, for that matter. I might have ended up fighting the Night Masks even if the Dhostars hadn't offered to pay me.' 'It's the principle of the thing,' Olive insisted. 'Never sell yourself cheap, and always charge rich humans through the nose. The Dhostars are richer than old Misty was. It's up to people like you to see to it that their floor doesn't give under the weight of all that coin.' 'Is that what you're doing for Lady Thalavar?' Alias asked as she slipped her new earrings back in her ears. 'Seeing to it that her floorboards don't give?'
'House Thalavar is nothing like House Dhostar,' Olive insisted. 'Lady Nettel has more noblesse oblige in her pinkie than all of the remaining merchants in this city combined. She makes a profit, yes, but she doesn't invest in things just to see an obscene return. She invests in little businesses so the owners can make a living and patronizes musicians and artists'and donates wells and fountains and park land to the people of Westgate.'
There was a knock on the door, and Olive opened it. Mercy stood on the threshold, eyeing the halfling with the same wide-eyed look she'd given Dragonbait and Alias on their first day as guests. The girl, Alias thought, must have too fewropportunities to meet other people. The swordswoman introduced Olive as a long-standing friend. Mercy curtsied politely, then informed Alias that there was a carriage waiting downstairs.
'Please tell him 111 be down in a few minutes, Mercy. Then you can come back and take Olive and Dragonbait's orders for dinner.' The half-elf hurried off to do as she was bid.
Alias slid her scabbard onto the lower of the two belts Jamal had loaned her and secured her sword to the
