'Just 'cause you like them dain' lia hty doesn't mean I do,' Garrogh returned.
'She could run yours into the ground.'
Garrogh's brush with near-insubordination had roused Rodian. Along with other matters, he'd forgotten how sensible and aware his lieutenant truly was. And it felt better to do anything but sit and stew. Perhaps Wynn had discovered something that would help him prove the truth, so long as she spoke no more of her deluded beliefs. This murderer was not some undead of folk superstition. Then he might gain legitimate means to get a grip on il'Sänke. Not even the royal family would be able to deny him.
Soon Rodian and Garrogh approached the guild's half-open bailey gate. It was never bolted and barred, but it still bothered him that it stood ajar. He looked up the path to the gatehouse's closed portcullis.
There was no one out front on post.
'Where's Lúcan?' Rodian growled. 'And who is on watch with him?' Garrogh looked about. 'I don't know… Ulwald was paired with him. I've got two other pairs walking circuit around the place. Two more are off duty in the gatehouse above, waiting to rotate with others throughout the night.'
Rodian urged Snowbird into a trot all the way to the portcullis.
'Open it up!' he shouted.
One of his men shouted acknowledgment from above, and the portcullis began to rise. Rodian ducked, prepared to ride under before it was fully raised.
'Captain?'
He sat back up, reining in Snowbird. Lúcan and Ulwald came at a trot through the inner bailey.
'What are you doing off post?' Garrogh barked.
Lúcan halted, eyes shifting between the lieutenant and Rodian.
'We heard something in the trees, around the west tower,' Ulwald answered.
'You heard something?' Rodian mimicked. 'What?'
'Not sure, sir,' Lúcan answered. 'Something large breaking through the brush and branches.'
At Rodian's shifted glance, Ulwald nodded agreement.
'Then one of you goes alone!' Rodian shouted. 'Or you get whoever's off duty above to watch while you both check.'
'You had to have heard it, Captain,' Lúcan exclaimed. 'Others have. Gael heard something the other night and—'
'No post is left unwatched!'
Both men stiffened, whether in resentment or fear at the rebuke, it wasn't clear.
'Yes, Captain,' they answered, but Lúcan glanced toward Garrogh.
'I'll handle this,' Garrogh said. 'You go on… find that nosy little sage.'
Rodian took a slow breath. He wasn't the only one under pressure—or had he passed on his own duress to his men? They wouldn't have left their post together without some real concern. He dismounted, handed Snowbird off to Garrogh, and walked the rest of the way in.
When he reached the main doors, he knocked and waited this time, though his patience had worn paper- thin. The young apprentice who'd led him to the hospice yesterday peered out.
'Ah, sir, it's you.' The young man opened the door wide. 'Should I announce you? Do you need to see Domin High-Tower?'
'No, I'm here to see Journeyor Hygeorht,' Rodian said, and stepped inside. As yet, he wasn't certain where they might talk, but she would probably have an idea.
The apprentice blinked in brief uncertainty. 'A moment, sir. I'll see if she is available.'
The boy was well-spoken, with a slight accent. Rodian wondered which province he came from, perhaps as far south as Witeny. He nodded, and the apprentice stepped out, hurrying off toward the dormitory on the courtyard's southeastern side.
Rodian paced the entryway for what felt like too long. A few young sages passed on their way elsewhere, but none were anyone he knew. The apprentice came running back in.
'She's not in her room,' the boy said. 'I'll see if she's at the common hall… or if anyone knows her whereabouts.'
Rodian nodded and waited again. More time passed, and his patience was all but gone. Finally the apprentice came trotting back down the passage.
'I am sorry, sir, but Journeyor Hygeorht cannot be found. Domin High-Tower was just informed, but—'
'Not again!' Rodian hissed.
He brushed past the boy, striding toward the common hall, and as he rounded through the main archway, he nearly collided with High-Tower. The hall was filled with sages eating, talking, or just milling about.
'Where is she?' Rodian demanded.
High-Tower's red hair and beard looked huge, strands rising in the hall's warmth, but his features seemed even redder, and his dark pellet eyes were wild.
'You have no jurisdiction here!' the domin snarled back. 'I thought that much was clear by now!'
But the dwarf looked around nervously, as if Rodian's arrival were an unwanted interruption of something else.
'Where is she?' Rodian repeated more calmly. 'And where is il'Sänke?'
High-Tower huffed loudly, but indignation faded from his face. 'I do not know… nor do I see your point.'
Rodian forced himself to calm again and called out loudly, 'Has anyone here seen Journeyor Hygeorht or Domin il'Sänke since this afternoon?'
The buzz in the hall diminished, and someone 'd, ilwith a nasally voice called out, 'I have.'
A young woman in a brown stood up. She was thin to the point of being bony, and even from a distance her nose was too long for her face.
High-Tower grumbled through gritted teeth and hurried toward her. His wide girth and vibrating steps sent apprentices and initiates shuffling out of his way. Rodian followed on the domin's heels.
'Regina,' High-Tower puffed. 'Who did you see?'
'All three of them,' she answered, her lip curling into a sneer. 'Wynn, the domin… and that supposed majay-hì. I was helping in the kitchen when they came through from the storage building. They went straight to the other side, to the rear hallway leading to the north tower. But when I peeked out…'
High-Tower rumbled as he glared at the girl.
'When I peeked out,' Regina repeated, 'they weren't there. They were gone, and too quickly to be heading into the keep or even the tower… for whatever reason.'
Rodian knew of only one destination in the tower—High-Tower's study.
'Where were you about that time?' he asked the dwarf.
'In my study, of course,' High-Tower replied. 'The door was open, since I was available to students and apprentices. I saw or heard no one.'
'There's always the back door,' Regina piped up. 'It opens on the back of the keep… right across from the kitchen.'
This spiteful pole of a girl glanced up at Rodian, adding, 'None of us are supposed to go out at night.'
Rodian ignored this thinly veiled accusation, and turned on High-Tower. 'If they're here, I want them found. Either you do it, or my men will, and I'm not waiting for permission from your premin.'
What followed, after the seething dwarf headed off, were long moments of Rodian pacing before the hall's main arch. Too many curious glances turned his way, not to mention a pack of whispering young sages who gathered around Regina as she smugly returned to her table. And when High-Tower reappeared dourly at the hall's narrow side arch, Rodian knew the domin had found nothing.
Right then he thought of putting Lúcan and Ulwald on night patrol, walking the Graylands Empire for the next moon.
High-Tower waded through the hall, his hands folded behind his back. But Rodian wasn't thinking of Wynn at that moment. There was only one possible way the errant trio had gotten out: Someone had somehow tricked Lúcan and Ulwald.
Ghassan il'Sänke.
Rodian almost demanded whether High-Tower knew how the Suman had done this. But if il'Sänke
