Falagh and Lobra caught up to Lavant, Grozier, and the other two partway down a wide, alcoved hallway filled with planted greenery. The foursome was just passing through a doorway near a copse of trees potted in large half-barrels. Lavant was frowning as Grozier seemed to lecture him, one finger waggling under the priest's nose as they stepped through the doorway and into a private parlor.
'… looks very suspicious from where I stand,' Grozier was saying as Falagh arrived. 'Highly suspicious. And you won't give me a straight answer!'
Lavant spotted Falagh and his wife and sighed, then motioned for them to enter the parlor before he shut the door behind them all. Then the high priest raised his hands and gestured for calm. 'I assure you that there is nothing to be concerned about. Whatever Emriana Matrell is doing here, there's no reason to be alarmed. She knows nothing important.'
'Emriana Matrell is here?' Falagh asked, pushing his way beside Grozier, leaving Lobra to fend for herself with the other two bystanders. 'I thought Junce was going to deal with her last night,' he added, giving the priest a pointed stare. 'Why is she still alive? And why are you showing your face around here?' he demanded, turning to look at Grozier just as pointedly.
'She showed up this afternoon,' Grozier explained. 'Just walked right into the house, looking like a half- drowned wharf rat, as we were paying our respects to Hetta's remains.'
Falagh started at the bit of news concerning the matriarch, though he was very pleased to hear it.
Gozier continued. 'Apparently, Junce's associates didn't make sure the job was finished, because Emriana's still very much alive. And right here, in the Generon, and not just visiting, either. She's sneaking down into the dungeons. What is she looking for?' he finished, turning back to Lavant.
Again Lavant tried to motion for calm. 'Nothing. Everything is going exactly according to plan.' Then he turned toward Falagh, folding his hands together and resting them upon his rotund stomach as he asked, 'Do I speak falsely? You know as well as I the state of things in Reth.'
Falagh shrugged. 'My messengers report that our mercenary army is doing an effective job, and the prices of lumber are steadily climbing,' he conceded, not wanting to allow the high priest to turn the discussion away from his concerns. 'But you have become terribly friendly with our Lord Wianar of late, and that concerns me. And you,' he said, turning back to Grozier, 'didn't answer my question before. Why are you showing your face at this party?'
'Because, my dear Falagh, I am no longer a wanted man. With Hetta dead, my dear sister Marga, here,' and Grozier sent a warm smile over to the far side of the room, where the woman was standing, looking positively bored, 'is now the ward for the heirs to the entire House.'
Falagh glanced toward Marga, widow to Evester Matrell and up until that night, firmly ensconced in the Matrell household. He had been somewhat surprised to see her also at the Sammardach celebration, considering the actions Grozier had admitted in enforcing her cooperation in his plans to gain control of the Matrell estate.
In a very officious tone, Grozier continued. 'I have been absolved of all previous accusations and been invited to serve as co-ward over the Matrell estate until the twins come of age.'
She doesn't seem too bitter about it, Falagh thought. On the contrary, the woman's face was calm and content. Falagh shrugged it off as a change of heart. Or pragmatism, he mused.
'Only Emriana could be a potential thorn in our sides now, and she had nothing to her name this afternoon when she departed House Matrell,' Grozier said. 'I made sure of that,' he added, looking smug. 'With no home, no allies, and no funds to use to fend for herself, it should have been easy for Roundface's, ah, 'associates' to finish her once and for all. And yet Bartimus here tells me that less than an hour ago, he spied her creeping about with a priest of Waukeen, the two of them making their way down into the depths of the Generon. If she is not here to cause trouble for us, what could Lord Wianar possibly have in his palace that might interest her?'
Falagh absorbed all of Grozier's explanation, then turned to Lavant once more. 'Yes, I'm very curious to hear your explanation. Is Lord Wianar involved in our little business venture in a way we don't know?'
Lavant opened his mouth again, no doubt to protest his innocence, but he was interrupted by the opening of the door.
'You are too astute, as always, Falagh,' Junce Roundface said, sounding jovial as he entered from the hallway. 'Emriana Matrell is here because I lured her here.'
'You
Falagh winced at his compatriot's noise, but he felt similar incredulity. 'Yes, pray tell, why here?'
'Because,' Junce said, still grinning, 'it was the best place to capture her.'
At that moment, everyone began talking at once. It was clear to Falagh that Junce had just executed some elaborate plan that he had not been privy to, and it disturbed him. He began to wonder how much else Junce-and Lavant, too, it appeared-were doing that they weren't admitting.
'Enough!' Lavant hissed, glaring at everyone. It was the first time Falagh could remember seeing the high priest lose his composure, even the slightest. 'This chamber may be private, but it is not warded against sound. If you don't all lower your voices, the entire Generon will know of what we speak.' With an elaborate sigh, he then turned to Junce. 'So, it is done?' he asked.
'Indeed,' the assassin replied, that grin spreading wider. 'I have both of them in the mirror even as we speak.'
'Mirror?' Grozier asked, again seeming to echo Falagh's puzzlement. 'What mirror? Both of whom?'
'Let's just say that someone owed me a large favor and loaned me the use of a very special mirror,' Junce explained. 'It has a way of safely storing certain individuals who tend to get in the way of things otherwise. Certain Matrell women who make an unpleasant habit of skulking about at night.'
'Brilliant!' Grozier exclaimed. 'But why is the mirror here? Oh, it must belong to-' and he snapped his mouth shut at the realization of just how Eles Wianar was involved. Then he looked back and forth between Junce and Lavant, a frown appearing on his face.
Falagh felt uneasiness descend upon him. If Lord Wianar is involved, no matter how peripherally, things could become complicated, he thought. He may begin to inquire after our activities, and he might wish to become more involved in them.
Falagh was on the verge of voicing his concerns to the priest and the assassin, but Lobra chose that moment to cut into the conversation. 'You say you have captured Emriana Matrell?' she asked coldly, staring at Junce.
'Indeed,' the assassin repeated, looking smug. 'I have them safely locked away right at this moment.'
Falagh turned to suggest that Lobra return to the party and let him finish his business with his associates unhindered, but she continued on, ignoring her husband's stare. 'I want her,' the woman demanded. 'I want to see her, to let her feel a little of the pain and misery she and her family have brought upon me and mine.' She spoke the words with absolute conviction, the chill in her voice a sure sign to Falagh that she would brook no argument. She did not often adopt such a tone, but whenever she did, her husband understood all too well that she would not be denied.
Lobra turned to Falagh and added, 'Make them give her to me, darling. You must.'
Falagh looked at the three other men, wondering how difficult it was going to be to convince them. 'You heard her,' he said. 'What arrangements need to be made?'
'I don't think it would be such a good idea to free the girl,' Junce began, his smile wiped from his face. 'Where she is now, she cannot be easily located with magical scrying. But should we free her, even to imprison her in a more conventional fashion, others might come looking for her.'
'I have House wizards who can deal with that,' Falagh said, waving his hand in dismissal. 'That won't be an issue.' Then an idea hit him. 'Or,' he said, watching his counterparts to gauge their reactions, 'you could simply loan us this wondrous mirror for a while.' Junce stole a glance at Lavant, who frowned. Falagh continued. 'That way, you wouldn't have to worry about others using magic to locate her. And I'm sure that, after a few days, a tenday or so at most, Lobra would grow tired of taunting the girl, and you could have the whole thing back, prisoners included.'
'Absolutely not,' Junce declared, shaking his head. 'The mirror is much too rare and valuable to be loaned out. It is out of the question.'
Falagh smiled, for he had expected just such an answer. Now we can see just how close your relationship is with our Shining Lord, he mused, congratulating himself. He cleared his throat. 'My wife is very insistent. If she doesn't get what she wants, I'm afraid no more Pharaboldi funds will be available for this venture. Mestel funds,
