such. Now you know one of the feelings I’ve been trying to get across.”
“Maybe I get it. A little. I feel demeaned. Like I’m not human at all but an object that might be useful.”
“Like I said, welcome to the Black Company.”
That was not all her problem. I barken back to the rogue Taken Howler, the dead unexpectedly alive and inimical. No amount of tall talking would convince me his appearance on the river was chance. He had been there to do us hurt.
Moreover, there had been an odd and unusual interest in us at least since Opal. I looked for crows.
There were crows in the olive trees, quiet and still. Watching. Always watching.
Shapeshifter’s presence in Gea-Xle, the dead again living, waiting for Lady. There were hidden schemes brewing. Too much had happened to let me believe otherwise.
I had not pressed her. Yet. She was being a good soldier. Maybe waiting ...
For what?
I had learned long ago that I can find out more around her sort by watching and listening and thinking than I ever do by asking. They lie and mislead even when there is no need. More, except in her own case, I did not think she had any better idea what was stirring than I did.
The grove staff showed us to a private bower with its own hot mineral bath. The Nar spread out. Goblin and One-Eye found themselves inconspicuous posts. Frogface stayed close, to interpret.
We settled.
“How is your research coming?” Lady asked. She toyed with some plump purple grapes.
“Strangely is the only way to describe it. I think we’re right up next to the place where you come to the end of the earth and fall off the edge.”
“What? Oh. Your sense of humor.”
“Taglios is infested with chartmakers. They do good work. But I can’t find one map that will get me where I want to go.”
“Maybe you haven’t been able to make them understand what you need.”
“It wasn’t that. They understood. That’s the problem. You tell them what you need and they go deaf. New maps only run to the southern borders of Taglian territory. When you can find an old one, it fades to blank eight hundred miles southeast of the city. It’s the same even with maps so good they show damned near every tree and cottage.”
“They’re hiding something?”
“A whole city? Don’t seem likely. But it does look like there’s no other explanation.”
“You asked the appropriate questions?”
“With the silver-tongued cunning of a snake. When the blank space comes up translation problems develop.”
“What will you do?”
Dusk had come. Lamplighters were at work. I watched a moment. “Maybe use Frogface somehow. I’m not sure. We’re far enough back that the Annals are almost useless. But the indicators are that we head straight for that blank space. You have any thoughts about it?”
“Me?”
“You. Things are happening around the Company. I don’t think that’s because I strut so pretty.”
“Phooey.”
“I haven’t pressed, Lady. For all there’s reason. And I won’t-unless I have to. But it would be nice to know why we’ve got one dead Taken hanging around watching us out of the bushes and another one that used to be your buddy trying to kill us back in those swamps. Might be interesting to know if he knew you were aboard that barge, or if he was working on a grudge against Shifter, or if he just wanted to keep traffic from moving down the river. Might be interesting to know if we’re likely to run into him again. Or somebody else who didn’t die on time.”
I tried to keep my tone gentle and neutral but some of my anger got through.
The first food arrived, bits of iced melon soaked in brandy. While we nibbled, some thoughtful soul gave our guardians food as well. Less elegant fare, perhaps, but food nevertheless.
Lady sucked a melon ball and looked thoughtful. Then her whole stance changed. She shouted, “Don’t eat that stuff!” She used the tongue of the Jewel Cities, which by now even the most thick-witted of the Nar understood.
Silence grabbed the grove. The Nar dropped their platters.
I rose. “What is it?”
“Someone has tampered with their food.”
“Poison?”
“Drugged, I’d guess. I’d have to check more closely.”
I went and got the nearest’s platter. He looked grim behind his Nar mask of indifference. He wanted to hurt somebody.
He got his chance when I turned back with my plunder.
A quick shuffle of feet. A thwack! of wood against flesh. A cry of pain that was little more than a whimper. I turned. The Nar had his spearpoint resting on the throat of a man sprawled before him. I recognized one of the lamplighters.
A long knife lay not far from his outflung hand.
I surveyed our surroundings. Bland faces watched from every direction.
“One-Eye. Frogface. Come here.” They came. “I want something low-key. Something that won’t disturb anybody’s dinner. But something that will have him in a mood to talk when I’m ready. Can do?”
One-Eye snickered. “I know just the thing.” He rubbed his hands in wicked glee while Goblin, left out, pouted. “I know just the thing. Go enjoy your dinner and sweet nothings. Old One-Eye will take care of everything. I’ll have him ready to sing like a canary.”
He gestured. An invisible force snagged the lamplighter’s heels. Up he went, wriggling like a fish on a line, mouth stretched to scream but nothing coming out.
I settled opposite Lady. A jerk of my head. “One-Eye’s idea of low-key. Don’t let the victim scream.” I popped a melon ball into my mouth.
One-Eye stopped lifting the lamplighter when his nose was twenty feet off the ground.
Lady began poking through the Nar’s food.
The expedient of turning my back on One-Eye did not let me attain the mood I’d had in mind when arranging the evening. And Lady remained troubled.
I glanced over my shoulder occasionally.
The captive shed bits of clothing like dead leaves peeling away. The flesh beneath, betrayed, crawled with tiny lime and lemon glowing worms. When two of different hues butted heads they sparked and the failed assassin tried to shriek. When the mood took him, One-Eye let the man fall till his nose was a foot off the ground. Frogface whispered into his ear till One-Eye hoisted him up again.
Real low-key. What the hell would he have done if I’d asked for a show?
Goblin caught my eye. I raised an eyebrow. He used deaf sign to tell me, “Company coming. Looks like big stuff.”
I pretended no greater interest than my meal while watching Lady intently. She seemed possessed of no special awareness.
There were two of them, well dressed and courteous. One was a native, walnut brown but not of negroid stock. The people of Taglios were dark but not negroid. The negroid peoples we had seen there were all visitors from up the river. The other one we knew already, Willow Swan, with the hair as yellow as maize.
Swan spoke to the Nar nearest him while his companion appraised One-Eye’s efforts. I nodded to Goblin, who went to see if he could get any sense from Swan.
He came back looking thoughtful. “Swan says the guy with him is the boss wog around here. His choice of words, not mine.”
“I guess it was bound to come.” I exchanged glances with Lady. She had on her empress’s face, readable as a rock. I wanted to shake her, to hug her, to do something to free up the passion that had appeared so briefly before going underground. She shrugged.
I said, “Invite them to join us. And tell One-Eye to send the imp over. I want him to check on Swan’s
