She could not, however, get the image of Penn Othmann's savaged body from her thoughts. It returned whenever she glanced at the jaguar lying at Siobhan's feet.
'I will need time to fully consider your request,' Myrmeen said at last.
'I understand.' Zacharius wiggled his fingers. The gray kitten in Myrmeen's lap leaped from her and went to him. Zacharius paused at the door, waiting until Siobhan, Niccolo, Sauveur, and the cats had all filed out. 'Summon me when you've made a decision. I will not be hard to find.'
With a strange, enigmatic smile, he turned and left. The doors were shut behind him.
Evon Stralana broke from his soldiers and came to Myrmeen. 'What do you think?'
The noblewoman's face was set in a scowl. 'If you find as much as one cat hair on the merchant's corpse, I want Lord Zacharius and his entire entourage brought in for questioning. In any case, find out everything you can about him and have your men keep a very close watch on the entire entourage. I want to know where they're staying, who they contact while they're here-everything.'
'Consider it done. In the meantime, may I suggest we try to learn more about the victim?'
A short time later, Myrmeen stood outside Othmann's shop. The mages soon completed their work, verified that it was safe to enter, and allowed Myrmeen to follow them inside. There were no windows, so torches had to be lit.
The interior of the shop consisted of a few shelves on the walls, several glass cases, a desk with three chairs-one behind, two in front-and a small room in the back, where empty crates were piled up to hide a large black box. They approached it cautiously, since it was warded by three spells. These proved to be simple enchantments, easily undone by the skillful sorcerers. Inside, they found several bags of gold and a handful of precious stones.
The mages examined several of the artifacts around the shop and verified that each was of very high quality. The power resting within them was quite genuine. Only a dilapidated Harp of Myth Drannor brought a skeptical frown.
The first mage, a tired older man named Volney, turned to his partner. 'All right, Walcott, take this down: a ring of invisibility, five vials of healing potions, two small jars of ointments to restore youth and instill longevity, and a chalice from which a man might drink and see his future. Fairly standard stuff.'
Walcott seemed world-weary and definitely unimpressed by Volney's casual dismissal of the store's contents. He nodded agreeably anyway, then turned to Myrmeen. 'He has amulets that will explode upon the wrongful death of the owner. Take half a city block with for revenge, too. There are items here to trap a shapeshifter in its present form, and much more. It makes no sense at all that he was killed so easily.'
'What are you saying?' Myrmeen asked.
Walcott shrugged. 'The man knew the streets could be dangerous at night, yet he never traveled with guards of any kind. He obviously felt safe from any mundane threat.'
“That's true,' Myrmeen said, recalling the testimony of several other shop owners she had questioned while waiting for the mages to complete their task. 'Unless, of course, he carried some of these objects of power on him, so that if he were attacked, he'd be able to defend himself.' She paused. 'But when we went over his body and his clothing, we found nothing.'
'Perhaps that's what the killer was after,' Volney said, hoping to reclaim his faltering position of authority. 'Some object Othmann carried on his person.'
'If he had a weapon, why didn't he use it?' Myrmeen asked.
'He may not have had the chance,' Walcott noted grimly. 'Not if his murderer was a powerful mage.'
Myrmeen found it very warm in the shop. She wiped away the sweat that was starting to fall into her eyes. 'So you think this was a matter of theft? Then why bring Othmann to the gardens? The wards protecting this place were already undone. Why not drag him back inside and kill him here? They could have cleaned the shop out.'
'If his murderer was a true master of the Art,' Walcott said, 'he wouldn't have been interested in most of the shop's contents. Like we said, this stuff is all pretty standard.'
Volney nodded sagely. 'And to a high-powered wizard the wards at the gardens would have been child's play to undo.'
All three were startled by a knock at the door. Evon Stralana appeared and ushered an attractive woman into the room. Myrmeen had sent the minister of defense to fetch the owner of Elhazir's Exotica for questioning. The woman had honey-blond hair, doe eyes, and a hardness about her mouth that seemed incongruous. She was overdressed, her wardrobe overwhelmed entirely by the cheap, flashy jewelry she sold. Her dress was a poor imitation of Myrmeen's latest formal gown.
Scurrying in behind the woman was a young girl with wide, frightened eyes and a simple white dress. The child looked beyond her mistress, to Myrmeen, and her eyes widened.
'Lord Lhal,' the first woman said. 'I am Elhazir. This is my assistant, Andreana.'
The girl bowed and opened her mouth to speak, but Elhazir cut her off. 'Is there some service I may perform for you, Lord Lhal?'
Myrmeen stared at Elhazir's red, bleary eyes. The woman's heavy makeup had been applied recently, but it couldn't hide the fact that she'd been crying for hours. 'Perhaps if you could answer a few questions….'
'Of course.'
'How did you know Penn Othmann?'
'He came by now and then to talk. Lots of the other merchants did. Business has been slow.'
'You also had a financial arrangement with him.'
'Yes, but it was a rare occasion when I had cause to send one of my customers to Penn.'
'Did you hear or see anything suspicious last night?'
'Nothing.'
'Did he seem anxious or frightened lately?'
'No, he seemed quite normal.'
Myrmeen placed her hand on the shoulder of the young girl. 'Did you see or hear anything?'
Andreana shrugged. 'I never paid much attention.'
'Yes,' Elhazir snapped, 'that's your problem. You never pay attention to anything, you little halfwit.'
Myrmeen watched the girl's hair fall into her eyes as she looked down. It did not disguise the hurt she saw there. Turning to Elhazir, Myrmeen asked, 'Would you have any objections to my men searching both your house and your business?'
'Do what you like,' Elhazir said. 'I'm not hiding anything.'
'Of course not, but maybe you're overlooking something important. One other thing. We've heard from several parties that Othmann was involved with a red-haired woman about my age,' Myrmeen lied. 'Do you know anything about her?'
Elhazir was stunned. She flinched, then bit her lower lip. 'No, I can't.'
'He also had a wife in Suzail,' Myrmeen added. 'We're thinking she may be our prime suspect.'
'A wife,' Elhazir said flatly. 'How interesting.'
'If the wife found out about the mistress-or mistresses-she might have hired a mage to kill him.'
'A mage? He was killed by a mage?'
'Yes. You didn't know that?'
'I didn't.'
Myrmeen nodded. 'I see. And about the wife?'
'He never said anything about being married.'
'Thanks for your help,' Myrmeen said abruptly. 'Both of you are dismissed.'
The woman nodded, took the arm of her assistant, and left the shop. One of Myrmeen's soldiers accompanied her. The dark-eyed ruler turned to Stralana. 'Othmann and Elhazir were lovers.'
'I gathered as much from your, shall we say,
'I want you to use your best men to conduct the search of Elhazir's home and business. Go through everything.'
'You're hoping to find some tangible evidence of Elhazir's relationship to Othmann? To establish her motive?'
'That's part of it,' Myrmeen said. 'Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if she's a mage herself-or knows the
