Was just admiring the baubles and gewgaws, and he done accuse me of stealing.' The boy spread his hands. 'Why'd I need jewels, aye? They'd better laud your beauty, good lady.' He blushed and winked.
Kalen saw Araezra stiffen and recalled the one time he had brought up her looks on duty-and the blackened eye he had suffered. Not that she minded being beautiful, or being beloved of half the Watch (and half the magisters, merchants, and lordlings of the city), but when she ceased to be taken at her word because of her face, it tended to
… irritate her.
Araezra hid her feelings behind a cool, lovely mask. 'If there is no evidence,' she said, 'then I cannot arrest you, boy.'
Lueth stuck out his tongue at Kolatch, who glared at him. Then the merchant turned his glare on Araezra. Talanna giggled. Kalen smiled privately.
'On your way, child,' Araezra said to the boy. She gave him a little smile. 'And in the future, best not to admire gewgaws with your hands, aye?'
Lueth flashed a wide, pleased grin and skipped toward the door, where Kalen stood.
Casually, Kalen swept out his hand and caught the boy's arm. 'Hold.'
'Ay!' The boy struggled, but Kalen was deceptively strong. 'Why stay me, sir?'
Calmly, Kalen transferred his notebook to his teeth, then reached down and tugged on something in the boy's sleeve. A bright red kerchief fluttered forth, studded with gold and silver earrings and a large, dragon-shaped brooch. The fat merchant gasped.
'That,' young Lueth said. 'I can explain that.'
Kolatch blinked as Kalen continued to pull. Tied to the end of the kerchief was another-this one the blue of the sea after a storm-that also sparkled with jewels. Knotted to it was a long scarf, and finally a puffy pink underlinen, such as a lady of the night might wear beneath her laced bodice, had she the coin for silk.
'Ay,' the boy said. 'That-'
'My jewels!' Kolatch shrieked. 'Thief!'
'Hold, you!' Talanna said from where she stood trying on bracelets. 'I've got him, Rayse!' She leaped forward, the spikes in her hair bobbing and the half of her orange-red mane left unspiked dancing around her shoulders.
The boy gave an eepl and twisted out of Kalen's grasp, shedding his patched and frayed coat as he did. He caught at the red kerchief as he ran, tearing it and sending jewels tumbling across the room. Kalen lunged, but phlegm boiled up in his throat and he coughed instead of grasping the thief. Lueth darted out the door, Talanna in immediate pursuit. Kolatch, puffing and red in the face, stormed after them.
Araezra stepped toward Kalen, eyes worried, and put her hand on his shoulder. 'Kalen?'
'Well,' he said under a cough. 'I'll be well.'
He didn't meet her gaze and tried to ignore the pain in his back.
He could feel her hand only because it fell on a bruise-it felt distant, far removed from his empty body.
They stepped into the street. A furious Kolatch shouted and cursed after the distant red head of Talanna, who was running westward like a charger after the boy. They turned south along the busy Snail Street, cutting back into Dock Ward.
'Think he'll escape?' Kalen asked softly.
'Unlikely. Tal's the fastest lass in Waterdeep.'
'And this Lueth is only a boy,' Kalen said. 'Short legs.'
Araezra smiled and laughed.
Kolatch, hearing their voices, wheeled on them and glared. 'Smiling fools! That knave has taken hundreds of dragons from me!'
'The Watch will return your good when the thief is caught,' Araezra said. 'We know his name and face-have no fear.'
'Bane's breath,' Kolatch cursed. He stared at Araezra and his lip curled.
Kalen felt a familiar tingle behind his eyes: cruelty hung in the air. Araezra seemed to sense it too.
'Though it's to be expected,' the merchant said, wiping his sweat-covered brow in the morning sun. 'Those damned pointy ears-can never really trust em.' He spat in the dirt.
Kalen hid his contempt. Waterdeep was a free city, one where any blood was accepted so long as the coin was good, but there existed some few who held these sorts of views.
'I'm not sure I take your meaning, goodsirj1 Araezra said.
Kolatch sniffed. 'One day, thems that buys from pointy-eared, thin-blooded freaks like them, or the spellscarred, what should stay down below in Downshadow,' he said. 'One day, the taint on that coin'll be seen. And on that day, we'll rid ourselves of the whole lot. Keep 'em away from our homes and our lasses-' he grinned and stepped toward Araezra, who narrowed her eyes.
'That will be enough, goodsir,' said Araezra.
Kolatch spread his hands. 'Just trying to watch over you, ere you find a husband.'
'I hardly need your protection.' Araezra fingered the sword at her belt.
'Just a concerned citizen,' Kolatch said. 'But as you wish. And if a handful of those tree-blooded elves or those spellscarred monsters winds up… uncomfortable in sight of my dealings, I'll make sure not to protect them either, eh?' He pursed his lips. 'All tot you, sweetling.'
Kalen knew the man was dangerous. But he had confessed nothing, so they could do nothing against him. Kalen knew how that would infuriate Araezra-she, who would take good and justice over the law of Lords any day of any year.
The fat merchant gave her a 'what are you going to do, wench?' grin.
Kalen heard a roar beginning in Araezra's throat and started toward her. 'Araezra…'
Kolatch looked over at the unassuming Kalen. He said nothing, but his eyes were laughing-asking what a beautiful woman was doing trying to wear a uniform and sword, and whether Kalen was going to defend her honor.
'The day goes on,' Kalen said. 'Let us leave Goodman Kolatch to his coin gathering.'
The merchant gave a little chuckle, and Kalen could see the arrogance in his eye.
Araezra turned smartly on her heel and started down the Street of Silver.
Kolatch grinned after her. 'And of course, sir and lady,' he said, 'if you catch the thief, I shall lower my prices for your custom-for the service you do me.'
Araezra bristled, and Kalen braced himself.
'My thanks,' she said tightly. 'But bribes tend to insult me rather than flatter.'
Kolatch's smile only widened. 'Well, have it your own way,' he said. 'Lass.'
Araezra's eyes narrowed and Kalen knew she wanted to say something-loudly-but stopped herself only by virtue of her discipline.
'Come,' Kalen said, placing a gentle hand on her arm. 'We must let justice work itself at times.' He smiled at Kolatch.
The merchant gave Kalen a little nod and the sort of sneering smile nobility-striving merchants reserved for men they thought lower than themselves.
After they had walked half a block down the Way of the Dragon, Araezra uttered a sharp curse that would have startled an admirer of her self-discipline.
'You should have hit him,' she said. 'Not as a guard, of course, but…'
'Araezra,' Kalen said.
'Hells, /should have hit him,' she said. 'Not out in the street, of course, but… we could have brought someone from the Watchful Order to wipe his memory, aye? No harm done, aye?'
Kalen smiled and shook his head.
She sighed. 'You're no help.' She looked down the street where Talanna had run. 'Reckon we should follow?'
'You know how I am on my feet.' Kalen coughed.
'True,' she said. 'I imagine Tal can handle one little scamp. Aye.' She shook out her long black braid and yawned. 'Forget the barracks-let's go to the Knight for a quick morningfeast. Feel like a stroll?'
Kalen put out his arm and Araezra, with a smile, took it. They turned back down the Dragon toward south Dock Ward. She leaned her head against his shoulder briefly, almost without realizing it. Kalen was familiar with her
