northern barbarian.'
'Ah.' Danilo drew in a long breath. 'I think I've got it. Hasheth's masters send him after you, fully expecting you to kill him. It was a chance to be rid of him and remain guiltless. And knowing how Pasha Balik feels about 'northern barbarians,' they're probably expecting Hasheth's death to put the old boy right over the edge.'
'That's my guess,' Arilyn agreed. 'His son's death might prompt Balik to limit trade with the North-making the people of Tethyr turn against him. The way would be clear for the guild alliance to make its move.'
'Devious,' the nobleman muttered. 'And the other assassin-the one who's been following us since Imnescar- was supposed to make certain you and Hasheth met up, I suppose.'
'Probably. If I don't kill Hasheth,
Danilo was silent for a long moment 'So what do we do now?'
'We keep Hasheth alive,' Arilyn said in a grim voice.
As the three travelers rode deeper into the pass, the day grew oppressively hot and the landscape more barren and forbidding. Heat rose in wavering lines from the sand and from the scattered clusters of rock. The only signs of life were the colonies of lizards sunning themselves on rocky ledges. The creatures seemed to be everywhere, and Danilo marveled that anything could enjoy the punishing heat.
'Look at that large rock formation,' the half-elf said quietly. The pass narrowed up ahead, with a flat ledge to the left side of the trail and a huge, jagged pile of boulders blocking escape to the right.
'Is our assassin lying in wait there?' the nobleman asked.
'Could you choose a better place?' Arilyn asked. 'Once I move, you keep an eye on Hasheth.'
They rode until they were almost level with the rock. Suddenly Arilyn threw herself from her horse, tugging violently at the line that bound their young captive. Caught unaware, Hasheth fell heavily to the rocky ground.
Arilyn was back up in a heartbeat, moonblade in hand, rushing toward something Danilo had yet to see. A tall, dark-bearded man sprang up from behind the rocks, a pair of scimitars flashing in the sunlight. Danilo noted that the attacker's dark, close-fitting attire was identical to the garments worn by Hasheth.
For his part, the pasha's son staggered painfully to his feet. As he watched the battle raging before him, fierce joy filled his heart. The accursed woman would die, and at the hands of a brother assassin! Hasheth's eyes narrowed at that thought, and he stooped to pick up a shard of stone, wedge-shaped and sharp. Perhaps this was a gods-granted chance to fulfill the duty assigned him….
'I wouldn't recommend it,' said a voice edged with steel. An equally sharp blade bit into the base of Hasheth's neck. 'Turn around slowly.'
Hasheth did as he was bid, silently cursing himself for being bested by the barbarian peacock. He'd forgotten about Danilo, so accustomed had he become to ignoring the fool.
'Look over at the rock ledge,' the northerner ordered, lowering his blade until it was level with the young man's heart. 'It could change your outlook considerably.'
Puzzled, Hasheth looked-and recoiled from the sight before him. All but one of the sun-loving lizards had fled in fright. The lone remaining creature writhed and twisted, impaled by a slender, familiar knife. The blade flashed in the bright sunlight as the lizard flopped about. As the young man gaped, the creature was seized by a final, convulsive shudder. Only moments before, Hasheth had been directly between the dead reptile and the former hiding place of his 'brother assassin.'
'Arilyn cut that a bit close, wouldn't you say?' Danilo observed in his irritating drawl.
'The elfwoman spoke the truth,' Hasheth said softly. He turned and met Danilo Thann's eyes squarely. 'Return my knife,' he commanded. 'She saved my life. Now I would come to her aid.'
The nobleman chuckled and lowered his sword. 'Not if you value your skin, you won't.' He motioned toward the ledge. 'Have a seat. This shouldn't take long.'
'But-'
'If she gets into trouble, we'll help. Agreed?'
Absorbed in the battle before him, Hasheth could only nod. He clambered onto the rock, barely registering the dead lizard beside him, or the northerner's comic grimaces as he fastidiously removed the creature.
Arilyn Moonblade fought like no other Hasheth had seen. She held her ancient sword with both hands, yet her strike was as quick as a desert snake. Easily she engaged both of the Calishite's flashing scimitars. Within moments the man fell backward, clutching at his slashed throat.
The half-elf stooped and cleaned her sword in the sand. Like one asleep, Hasheth slid from the rocky ledge and drifted forward, his eyes fixed in horrified fascination on the dead man.
Danilo came to stand beside Arilyn. 'If ever I had doubts about your assessment of Hasheth, one look at his face now would dispel them. I'd wager my entire gem collection that the boy had never seen death close at hand- until now, that is.'
'He's lived a sheltered life,' Arilyn responded softly. 'Few men die in a harem.'
'And those who do, die happy,' the young mage murmured.
Oblivious to the Harpers' conversation, Hasheth dropped to his knees beside the body. His hands reached toward the man's outer shirt, hesitated, then parted the dark folds. A quilted sash of pale silver silk girded the dead man's under-tunic. Hasheth looked up at Arilyn.
'This man wore a shadow sash,' he whispered, 'and you killed him with ease.'
The half-elf pushed a handful of black curls off her damp forehead and shrugged. 'He was better at stealth than at honest combat.'
'Even so, the gray sash marks its wearer as an assassin of the highest rank and skill,' the lad said quietly, never taking his eyes from the corpse.
'Oh-oh,' Danilo murmured, suddenly realizing what was coming.
Hasheth drew in a steadying breath and quickly unknot-ted the sash, tugging it free of the dead man's body. He rose and presented it to Arilyn with grave formality. 'This belt and rank are now yours.'
Arilyn eyed the proffered sash and swallowed hard. 'What am I supposed to do with it?'
'Wear it with pride,' Hasheth responded earnestly. 'The sash will bring you much respect in these lands, and many offers from men of wealth and power. The shadow sash also grants you entrance into the Assassins Guild, and even a position in the ruling body of the School of Stealth, should you desire it.'
Arilyn's shoulders sagged. For much of her life, the half-elf had struggled to be known as something other than an assassin. Ironically, she had just earned a badge that proclaimed her false identity anew.
'Two guilds,' Danilo said softly. 'Between the Assassins Guild and the Wine Merchants Guild, we could surely get the information we need.'
Arilyn cast a rueful glance into Danilo's sympathetic face and gave a curt nod of agreement. She gingerly plucked the sash from Hasheth's outstretched hands and tied it quickly around her waist.
'I was not ready to listen to your words,' Hasheth said, an apology in his tones. 'Will you now tell me what brings the Harpers to our lands?'
'We would like Pasha Balik to remain in power,' Danilo began.
The young man smiled. 'Already you have my interest. That is my wish as well.'
Hasheth listened politely as Danilo spoke, but the boy's face darkened with shock and outrage as the mage related the guilds' plot against the pasha. He sat in silence for many moments after the story had ended.
'What's wrong, Hasheth?' Arilyn prodded.
The young man shifted uneasily. 'Clearly I must withdraw from the School of Stealth if I wish to stay alive, but doing so would be regarded as a failure. The guild would not hesitate to spread false tales of my cowardice, which would bring great dishonor to me and to my father. This is more than a matter of pride,' Hasheth added quietly. 'I wish to aid my father, but will he regard the words of a man without honor?'
'You might be able to leave the School of Stealth without dishonor,' Danilo said thoughtfully.
'I do not see how,' the boy replied, his face glum.
The nobleman grinned. 'Barter much, Hasheth?'
'That is generally a task for merchants and servants, but I am familiar with its principles. One begins by suggesting an impossibly high price, which is countered by a equally absurd low figure. Eventually both parties settle somewhere in the middle.'
'Precisely,' Danilo said. 'This is what you do: You and a servant will take this man's body to the assassins' guildhall. If I understand the rules, his death earns not only the sash rank, but guild membership and a position at
