'Enough!' The lad silenced her with an imperious gesture. Pride and pain fought for dominance of his dark face. Finally he turned, averting his eyes. 'Quickly,' he muttered from between gritted teeth. 'I have not all night to waste.'
'Have a few other assassinations lined up, do you?' Danilo asked cheerfully as he strode into the clearing.
'Didn't I tell you to wait?' Arilyn asked.
'Sorry,' Danilo responded without a touch of repentance. 'I would have died of curiosity, and cheated this lad out of his fee. Let's have a look at your would-be assassin, shall we?' The nobleman drew a bit of flint from the bag that hung at his waist and muttered an arcane phrase. His spell was rewarded with a flash of light, and a small camp-fire appeared in the clearing's center.
'I say, that must have stung,' Danilo said as he eyed the boy's messy wound.
Hasheth's black eyes swept over the nobleman's silken attire and expression of prissy dismay. The lad sniffed and he turned aside, dismissing Danilo as one unworthy of notice or comment.
'The knife?' he reminded Arilyn.
The half-elf selected a slender pick from the small tool pouch at her belt. She slid it into a hidden opening on the knife's elaborate handle. When she heard the tiny click, she pulled the blade free. The boy's only response was a quick intake of breath.
Danilo made an exaggerated show of sympathy, then took a vial from his leather bag and handed it to the boy. 'A healing potion,' the nobleman explained in response to Hasheth's suspicious glare.
'I have no use for your barbarian sorcery,' the would-be assassin said with contempt.
'Ordinarily I'd consider that a mark in your favor,' Arilyn told the boy. She eyed him sternly and ordered him to drink up. After one final suspicious glance at Danilo, the young assassin complied. The bleeding slowed, and color began to return to his face.
Arilyn folded her arms across her chest. 'You've been following me since Imnescar. Why?'
'I do not know what you're talking about.'
She drew the assassin's blade from her boot and held it out. 'Maybe you'd like to explain why you killed that thug at the tavern.'
'You speak nonsense,' Hasheth said with scorn. 'That is the knife I threw at you just now.'
'No, it isn't,' Danilo said, producing an identical knife from the bag at his waist. 'I picked up your knife before I strolled over. By the way, have you any idea how close you came to skewering my horse?'
Arilyn took the knife from the mage and studied the blades. Both were carved with the School of Stealth's mark, but the weapons differed subtly in weight and balance. She flipped the knives over. The one that had killed the tavern fighter was scored with dozens of small carvings, while Hasheth's was smooth and unblemished. If the unmarked knife told a true story, the young assassin had not killed before.
The half-elf looked up at Danilo. 'There are two assassins.'
'Only two? Given the fees you charge for your services as a bodyguard, I would expect no fewer than seven.'
She ignored him and turned to Hasheth. 'Where's your partner?'
'I have none,' he said. 'If you met another assassin this night, what of it? Assassins are common enough around taverns.'
'But knives like this are not,' Arilyn persisted. 'Someone from the School of Stealth wanted to keep me alive back at the tavern. Why?'
'That I cannot tell you, but I owe him a debt,' Hasheth said bluntly. 'If you had died at the hands of that drunken oaf, I would have been cheated of my sand-hue sash.'
Danilo noted the flash of pain in Arilyn's eyes. She'd worked long and hard to rise above her dark past, only to be confronted with it time and time again. In Tethyr, members of the Assassins Guild advertised their skills with different colored sashes. To advance in rank, one had to stalk and slay an assassin of the next level. Now would-be assassins were challenging her for the right to lay claim to her dark reputation.
The Harper clasped his hands behind his back, a casual stance that disguised his nearly overwhelming impulse to throttle the lad with the sand-hue sash he coveted.
'No offense, Hasheth, but did it ever occur to you that you might have skipped over a few levels here?'
'That is absurd,' Hasheth said haughtily. 'The school's masters would not dare mock me in that manner.'
'They wouldn't dare, eh?' A reflective look crossed Arilyn's face. 'Where do you hail from, Hasheth?'
'My home is in Zazesspur, if that is what you mean.'
'But you have the look of a Calishite,' she noted. 'Perhaps your mother was from Calimport?'
'Is this a state dinner, that we make polite conversation?' Hasheth demanded. 'I am your prisoner. Kill me if you will, but don't trouble me with your woman's chatter.'
'Charming lad,' Danilo murmured. 'Nice of him to suggest such an attractive option. Can we take him up on it?'
Arilyn shook her head. 'We'll take him back to Zazesspur. Sorry, Hasheth, but you'll have to find some other way to earn your sash.'
'A wise man knows when the battle is lost,' the boy agreed.
Danilo regarded their captive warily, noting the sly twist to his lips and the smooth insincerity of his tone. His gaze shifted back to Arilyn. Her lovely face was inscrutable, but she was obviously up to something.
'Marvelous,' he muttered, just loud enough for Arilyn's elven ears to pick up. 'I've always wanted a pet adder.'
She sent him a sidelong glance. 'We need to keep riding. We'll be out of the forest and into the Starspire Mountains soon. That road is best traveled in the early morning hours.'
Hasheth nodded. 'The mountain pass is a wasteland as hot and barren as any desert. In the heat of day your northern skin would peel like that of a molting snake,' he said with relish.
'Charming lad,' Danilo repeated.
'Still, he's got a point,' Arilyn commented. 'The sun will rise within the hour. If we press on we should get through the pass before highsun.'
The dandy sighed deeply. 'Can't we at least stop here long enough for some breakfast? I'll cook.'
Arilyn agreed reluctantly, and the trio settled down around Danilo's fire. The nobleman began to rummage in his bag, drawing forth a small cookpot, a tightly covered dish of salted fish, a package of dried mushrooms, a package of herbs, a large silver flask of water, and another containing a dry cooking wine. Hasheth watched, his mouth agape, as each item appeared from the small sack.
'It's magic,' Danilo explained as he deftly combined the ingredients. 'The bag holds much more than appearances would indicate.'
The young assassin quickly masked his astonishment. 'No porcelain? No linens, no candelabra? You have adapted well to the rigors of travel, I see,' he noted with keen sarcasm.
'I try to keep a civilized touch,' Danilo said. 'Under the circumstances, that might not be easy.'
Arilyn caught the underlying warning in her companion's voice. 'Do you still have any of that goldleaf tea, Dan?'
Hasheth brightened. 'I would be happy to prepare it. No northerner has the ability to brew a decent cup.'
'Who could refuse such a gracious offer?' Danilo rummaged in his bag again, found an oddly shaped covered pot and a package of tea leaves, then tossed them to the boy. Hasheth took up the water flask and busied himself with the task.
When the tea was ready, Hasheth filled Arilyn's mug and handed it to her with a courtly bow. Then, almost as an afterthought, he poured another cup for Danilo. Before sipping, Arilyn inhaled deeply, and her sharp elven senses picked up a foreign note in the fragrant steam. She caught Danilo's eye, glanced down at his mug, and gave a subtle shake of her head. The mage raised his eyebrows and painted an 'I told you so' smirk on his countenance.
'Would you be offended if I didn't drink first?' she asked Hasheth.
'Of course not. Only the prudent live to old age,' the lad replied graciously. He reached for her cup, offering, 'I myself shall taste it for you.'
