fishball, “but it’s best in the wallfold for cookery.”
“I can see why this place is crowded,” said Umbo.
“In Aressa, the peasants eat like royals,” said Loaf.
Unfortunately, he said it rather loudly, and one of the drinkers overheard him. “The royals would do better to eat like peasants!” the man proclaimed.
Eyes turned-his tone was belligerent and that wasn’t something that anyone would welcome, it seemed.
Loaf merely smiled and said, “Well said, sir!”
“And now they’ve got that bastard boy pretending to be a royal,” the drunk said.
Umbo met Loaf’s gaze and smiled at him. Rigg was alive.
“What’s their plan, do you think?” the drunk was saying. “To have the royals back again, drafting our sons into the army and making more wars! To take the food out of our mouths and the taxes out of our pockets!”
Loaf smiled even more broadly-but Umbo recognized that smile as the start of a quarrel. He could even guess what Loaf was about to say: So you pay no taxes now? So the Revolutionary Council have no army?
But instead, Umbo heard a voice coming from under the table, and felt a hand on his knee. “Don’t say it!” said the voice in a harsh whisper.
Umbo hardly had time to look down before the speaker disappeared. But in the moment he had seen him, Umbo recognized himself-dressed exactly as he was right now, except the clothes were torn and he had a black eye and a swollen lip.
Umbo looked up at Loaf and saw that he had also received the message-indeed, the message had been directed at him. Loaf looked at Umbo in perplexity. “I was only going to say-”
Umbo made his eyes big and raised his open hands just a little from the table, trying to signal Loaf to say nothing. If some future beaten-up Umbo had felt the need to come back in time and tell Loaf to shut up, then Loaf would have to be six times stupid to go ahead and tell, out loud, what he had just been told not to say.
By now, though, the drunk had noticed Loaf’s hesitation. “Are you a friend to boy-royals then?” he asked. “You want to have a boy-king? Hagia the non-queen is all we need, for nostalgia’s sake. She does no harm, she has no ambition. But the boy! He’ll be in our pants pockets and under our skirts before he’s done!”
The drunk was standing now, and a couple of others were standing as well.
“I’m as loyal a citizen as you’ll ever find!” cried the drunk. “But by Ram’s left elbow I’ll not have you touting that Rigg-boy!”
“I’d as soon flog him!” cried Loaf, standing up with another fishball between his fingers, which he held up high for all to see. “I’m for keeping the queen around, like you, my friend, as long as the Council pleases, but right now I’m mostly hungry, and I say, Up with the fishballs!”
The belligerent drunk, along with the others who had stood along with him, raised their glasses solemnly, as other customers laughed and a few clapped their hands. Within a few moments all was calm again.
When their meal was done, and the girl came to carry away their plates and cups, she leaned over to Loaf and said, “Well done, sir. Master should have warned you this is a queen’s room, most nights.”
“You should put out a sign,” murmured Loaf.
“And get the police on us, for being royalists? No, thanks,” the girl said. “You kept the peace, sir, and I’m grateful.”
Up in their room, the first bath was waiting, and Loaf ordered Umbo to strip off and use the water. “And the soap. And scrub everything twice, you filthy mud eel.”
As Umbo stripped, he said, “Aren’t you going to thank me for warning you to hold your tongue, and save us both a beating?”
“I’m not,” said Loaf, lying down on the floor.
“Why are you lying on the floor when there’s a bed right there?” asked Umbo.
“Because after my bath I’ll want to get into a clean bed,” said Loaf.
“If you won’t thank me for my warning, you don’t deserve a clean bed,” said Umbo.
“First, it wasn’t you who warned me,” said Loaf, “it was a future version of you that now will never exist. Second, you probably only did it because future-me told you to, so I thank myself. Third, as far as I could see the only person who got a beating was future-you; I’ll wager that future-me didn’t have a mark on him, and I only sent you back to give warning because the taverner threw us out and I didn’t want the bother of changing rooms.”
“You’re lucky I don’t come back in time and pee on you as you lie there on the floor.”
“No doubt you’re peeing in your own bath instead,” said Loaf.
“Why? Is that the custom here in the big city?”
“Scrub harder.”
Next morning, they ate a fine breakfast, though Umbo realized they couldn’t live in this style forever. Months, yes-they had plenty of money for a few months. But what if Rigg didn’t notice them, or couldn’t get out of the house he was in? “I think we need to hold a council of war,” Loaf announced.
“If by that you mean we need to figure what we’re going to do,” said Umbo, “I’m with you.”
“On the one hand,” said Loaf, “we could go looking for Rigg. But that seems to me to be a dangerous course- at least if that’s the only thing we’re doing, and it’s the first thing we do after entering the city. I’d rather be busy at something else, and along the way pick up information about what house the royals live in, and whether he’s in the same one as the rest.”
“That was one good thing about last night’s ruckus,” said Umbo. “We found out for sure that Rigg is in the city and alive, even if some people aren’t happy about it.”
“We found out for sure that people think he’s in the city and think he’s alive,” said Loaf. “But it’s better than not knowing anything at all.”
“So what other business can we be after?” asked Umbo.
“Do you happen to remember the banking house to which Rigg’s letter of credit was addressed?”
Umbo thought back. “That was a long time ago, and Rigg was doing all the talking.”
“I just wondered if you were doing any of the listening.”
“Were you?” asked Umbo.
“I heard the name, and I might know it again, but I’m three times your age or more, and my brain is worn out and full up. I don’t have much room to tuck new things square inside. They just cling to the outside for a while and drop off.”
“There was Longwater…”
“Longwater and Longwater,” said Loaf. “But that was the house that discounted Mr. Cooper’s notes.”
“If you remember so well-”
“It’s the name that I forgot,” said Loaf. “Try again.”
“Potatery and Sons.”
“Almost,” said Loaf. “But it’s still not right.”
“Rudodory,” said Umbo.
“Yes, that’s the house that took Cooper’s note without discounting it,” said Loaf. “And we might try there to find more information. But we’re not Rigg, and that doesn’t get us much closer to our real goal.”
“Which is what?” asked Umbo.
“The jewel,” said Loaf.
“They’re not going to hand it over,” said Umbo.
“But once we know where it is, if we can get you into the same place, you can go back in time and steal it right after they hid it there.”
“Wherever they put it, it’s bound to be a place where they won’t let me come.”
“Let’s find out where it is, first.”
“So you think that asking questions about the famous royal jewel that got Rigg arrested in the first place will cause us to attract less attention than if we asked about Rigg himself?”
“Yes,” said Loaf. “Because we won’t ask outright, we’ll be smart about it.”
“Oh, yes, because we’re both famous for being subtle and clever,” said Umbo. “That was Rigg, remember? He’s the one who knows how to talk their fancy talk-and even he got caught at it, didn’t he!”
“We’ll do what we can do,” said Loaf. “The whole city can’t be like this-there’s got to be places where people who favor the male royal line might know something useful.”
“And talking with those people won’t attract any attention from the Council,” said Umbo.
