attacked her family, slain her beloved grand-niece, and so forced her into her current dreary existence, but after so many years, she'd essentially abandoned hope of ever seeing the murderer punished. 'Who was it?'
'Thamalon.'
'I beg your pardon?'
'Thamalon Uskevren, the very husband to whom, may Sune Firehair forgive me, we sold you.'
Shamur frowned. 'Lindrian, your illness is filling your head with fancies. You think you know this, but you don't.'
'Yes, I do.'
She sighed. 'All right, if you say so.'
'Don't patronize me! It's my body failing, not my mind.'
'But what you're saying doesn't make sense,' she said. 'Why would he drive our House to the brink of ruin, then rescue us? Why seek my grand-niece's hand, try to kill her, then ultimately go ahead and marry her, as he imagined he was doing?'
'Because his plans changed from one day to the next. I'll tell you the tale as I pieced it together once I discerned the atrocity at its center. As you recall, the other merchant-noble Houses had driven the Uskevren out of Selgaunt half a century ago for conspiring with pirates. By trading elsewhere, Thamalon acquired a new fortune, then dared to return to the city. For all his wealth, he wasn't received in the parlors of the Old Chauncel. The other nobles still held his father's crimes against him. To gain acceptance, he needed to marry into an honorable family.'
'So he courted your daughter,' Shamur said. 'I've always assumed that was the reason, and while it might not inspire a troubadour to rhapsodize on the theme of love eternal, it isn't dishonorable. It certainly doesn't implicate him in any crimes.'
'But you see, if we Karns had been prospering, Father and I would likely have spurned Thamalon like the rest.' The old man pressed his hand to his chest as if his heart was paining him. but then, rather strangely, immediately snatched it away. 'We certainly wouldn't have allowed him to marry my child, and he knew that. Accordingly, his agents poisoned our flocks and the soil in our cotton fields, collapsed the tunnels in our mines, burned our sawmill, and hired brigands to raid our logging camps. This depleted our coffers and set a pack of creditors snapping at our heels. All so we would have no choice but to welcome an Uskevren into the family if we wished to save our House.'
Shamur shook his head. 'Thamalon wouldn't have done that.'
'Have you never known him to be ruthless?'
She hesitated. 'Only to his enemies. Besides, this tale still doesn't hang together. You still haven't explained why, if he wanted your daughter for his wife, he nonetheless tried to kill her.'
'Because he believed'-the dying man coughed long and hard, and when he resumed speaking, his voice was a painful rasp-'a better opportunity had come along. Do you remember Rosenna Foxmantle?'
'Yes.'
'I imagine everyone does. That teasing smile and lilting laugh! I've never known a more captivating woman, and that year you came home to Selgaunt, every nobleman in the city was infatuated with her, Thamalon included.'
'At the same time he was wooing your daughter?'
He gave her a cynical grin. 'Now I suppose you're going to tell me that you've never known him to take an interest in another woman.'
'No,' she said flatly, 'I won't tell you that.'
'I'm glad we at least agree on that much. It wasn't just Rosenna's beauty that made the men love her. It was her vivacity. Her flirtatiousness. Her wildness. As it turned out, she was wild enough to dally with a charming pariah. I infer from what followed that she and Thamalon even spoke of marriage. An elopement, no doubt. They must have hoped that once they were wed, her kin would see little choice but to accept the situation.'
'At which point,' said Shamur, following the logic of the story despite herself, 'Thamalon would acquire the status he craved and the woman he truly coveted as well. Moreover, he wouldn't need to expend any of his hard- won wealth to forestall the ruin of the Karns.'
The old man nodded. 'Precisely. Indeed, if he wished, once we were bankrupt he could purchase our holdings at bargain prices and own them outright.'
'I still don't credit a word of this,' she said, 'but go on.'
'The problem, of course, was that Thamalon and Shamur-my Shamur-were already betrothed. He couldn't just set her aside without risking challenges, a lawsuit, and, for all he knew, assassination. Moreover, such dishonorable behavior might have precluded his ever being accepted among the Old Chauncel at large, Foxmantle bride or no.'
'Therefore, the only solution was to murder his fiancee.'
'Which he proceeded to do, unaware, like everyone else outside the family, that another Karn, who looked exactly like my daughter and even bore the same name, had slipped back into Selgaunt and was living in secret in Argent Hall. He couldn't anticipate that an impostor would step forward to take the dead girl's place, proceed with the wedding, and so save our House from destitution.
'Nor did he have any notion that Rosenna would cast him aside if invited to wed the Overmaster's son, but that was what she did. Afterward, with no other prospects in the offing, Thamalon opted to go back to his original plan and marry a Karn.'
Shamur frowned, considering. She didn't want to believe the story, yet it made a ghastly kind of sense, and in some respects it reflected the character of the Thamalon she knew, a man both calculating and lickerish, his appetites unflagging even now, in the autumn of his life. Still… 'You haven't told me how you learned all this.'
'By chance. Four years after your wedding, I took a turn serving as a Probiter. During that time, the Scepters arrested a ne'er-do-well named Clovis for bludgeoning a fellow scoundrel who had accused him of cheating at dice.
'There was no doubt of Clevis's guilt, and he had a long history of wrongdoing. Thus, he had little hope of escaping harsh punishment this time around, at least until he happened to spot me walking to court in my judge's robe.
'Clovis recognized me and bribed a jailer to bring me a message. It said that if I would arrange his release, he'd help me learn who poisoned my daughter.'
Shamur frowned. 'We made certain that the world at large never learned of the poisoning.'
Lindrian nodded. 'Thus it was clear that the wretch must actually know something. I interviewed him privately, agreed to his bargain, and he told me what he knew. It turned out he had no idea who had wished my daughter dead. He did, however, know who'd sold the whoreson the poison to do the job.'
'Who?' Shamur asked.
'An apothecary called Audra Sweetdreams, who ran, and for all I know still does run, a shop in Lampblack Alley. She was Clovis's friend, or as near as such a scoundrel had to a friend. One night, giddy with some narcotic powder of her own devising, she'd boasted that a rich nobleman had paid her handsomely to help him poison Lindrian Karn's daughter, although for some reason, perhaps simply the irrationality of an addled mind, she'd refused to divulge the identity of her patron.
'The following day, I asked some of the Scepters about the woman. They'd never quite managed to catch her committing a crime, but were quite certain she consorted with thieves and other miscreants, providing them with illicit drugs, potions, and probably even poison on occasion.'
'I assume you interrogated her as well,' Shamur said.
'Of course. I had her arrested on a bogus charge then, when we spoke in private, I offered her much the same trade I'd already made with Clovis. If she gave me the name of the aristocrat to whom she'd sold the poison, she'd go free. If she withheld it, it wouldn't matter that she was innocent of the offense of which she was currently accused. I was a lord of the Old Chauncel and a Probiter, she, a commoner of dubious reputation, and I would have no trouble arranging her conviction and a savage punishment to follow.
'Well, as you already know, she eventually gave up Thamalon. She even told me how he administered the poison. You recall, we always wondered about that.'
'Yes,' Shamur said.
'It was quite ingenious, in a horrible way. She'd concocted a clear, tasteless liquid harmless to males but
