It was hard.”
“ Oh,” Evrial said, for lack of a better response. Somehow she hadn’t pictured Amaranthe as someone who’d ever lost anyone. She was too… optimistic. And spunky. Evrial had imagined her as a spoiled city girl, having a mother and father who were still alive and living in some upper-middle class brownstone near the University.
“ I think they’ve left,” Amaranthe said.
Evrial almost said, “Who?” but realized the corridor outside had grown quiet. “Right.” She wrestled with her clothing, nearly tearing her sweater in the removal process, and banging more elbows. One bang resulted in bars of soap tumbling off the shelf around her. “Can we risk a candle now?”
Before she’d finished the sentence, the door opened, allowing in light from a lamp mounted across the corridor. The soft illumination didn’t do much more than cast shadows into the cleaning closet, but Amaranthe was visible, unbelievably neat and trim-given the limited space for changing-in a white fitted dress and apron. After checking the corridor, she pulled the rolling laundry-and-cleaning-supply cart out of the closet, leaving more room. Evrial rushed into her own dress and a pair of white slippers designed to mash five toes into the space for three. She much preferred enforcer boots.
Evrial picked up her utility belt. “Where do I put my knife?” She’d left her short sword in the cabin, but to wander about without a single blade was asking for trouble. Of course, so was masquerading as a maid.
“ You need a thigh holster with a dress. That’s what I’ve used when Maldynado has picked out… disguises for me.” Amaranthe made a disapproving clucking sound and stepped back into the closet to pick up the soap bars and mops littering the floor. “If you don’t mind a bit of advice, never let that man shop for you.”
“ I figured that out already.”
Evrial picked up a soap bar and set it on the shelf with the others-she had made quite a mess changing in the dark-but Amaranthe plucked it from the chosen spot and put it on another shelf, lining it up just so with others. Evrial shrugged and figured out a way to loop her belt twice around her thigh to ensure the knife was at hand.
“ Are you sure there’s time for all this?” Evrial whispered when the tidying continued for more than a few seconds. “It wasn’t this clean when we came in here.”
“ I’m sure Maldynado will keep those ladies busy.”
Evrial didn’t want Maldynado keeping any ladies busy, but Amaranthe brushed off her hands, smoothed her dress, and returned to the corridor. When they stood by the wall lamp, she paused to wave at her dress. “Is everything tucked in and proper looking?”
“ It’s fine.” A twinge of jealousy rose within Evrial at the fact that Amaranthe, despite all the training she did, managed to look feminine in a dress. Evrial always felt… hulking in such attire, when she could find clothing to fit at all. “Mine?”
Amaranthe gave her a toe-to-head perusal. “Well, you’re the most intimidating maid I’ve ever seen.”
Evrial scowled.
“ Sorry, you look fine. Just keep your face down and try to appear servile.”
Pushing the cart ahead of her, Amaranthe headed for the corner and the dead end Evrial had seen earlier in the day.
“ In regard to faces,” Evrial said, “aren’t you worried someone will recognize yours?”
“ I doubt any of the Forge people spend much time looking at the faces of their servants, but I’ll keep my eyes down too.” Amaranthe knocked on the first door.
“ They might have a special place in their memories for the person who blew up their secret meeting place.”
“ I didn’t blow it up. I flooded it.” When nobody answered, Amaranthe tried the knob. It was locked. “And I didn’t show my face before I did it.”
“ I don’t suppose that cart comes with a universal key?”
“ Not that I noticed. That’s why we stopped in the laundry room.” Amaranthe produced a rectangular palm- sized punch card dotted with holes. “I borrowed this from one of the automated machines.” She slipped the card into the door crack next to the knob. She tilted it toward her, pushed it in further, then bent it the other way as she turned the knob and leaned into the door. It popped open. “A handy trick,” she said and slipped the punch card back into a pocket.
“ One I do not recall learning at the enforcer academy.” Evrial supposed Amaranthe had been an outlaw long enough to become proficient in numerous means of illegally entering premises. Yet another sign that she should rethink her association with these people.
“ Oh?” Amaranthe peeked into the dark cabin, then slipped inside. “Perhaps you were absent that day.”
“ I was never absent.”
When she didn’t find anyone sleeping inside, Amaranthe pulled a lantern off the cart and lit it. The twin bunks were side-by-side instead of stacked against the wall, and the cabin offered a desk, table, chairs, sofa, and water closet.
“ A little more luxurious than our accommodations,” Evrial noted.
“ I didn’t think we should waste Sespian’s money on fancy rooms. Unless I think of something terribly clever during the next week, we’ll likely need it for buying weapons and troops to oppose Ravido.” Amaranthe turned down the beds, handed Evrial a wastebasket to empty, then poked through the desk drawers.
“ You believe it’s appropriate for Sespian to head an army to take back the throne when he’s not the true heir?” Evrial looked at the wastebasket. Did Amaranthe actually expect them to service all the cabins?
“ Nobody’s the true heir, and he’s got as good a claim as anyone else. We don’t want some power-grubbing relative of Maldynado’s to simply take the throne.”
“ But is it up to us to decide?”
Amaranthe slid a desk drawer shut. “Empty that, will you? If anyone wanders past, we want to look authentic.”
Evrial dumped the contents of the wastebasket into a larger refuse bin on the bottom of the cart. A man and woman, arms linked, turned the corner and walked toward her. Ducking her head-and attempting to appear servile, or at least not intimidating-Evrial pulled the cart to the side. The pair walked by without glancing at her.
Inside the cabin, Amaranthe closed the last drawer and rose. “As to who’s responsible for deciding… if everybody leaves it up to someone else, only those who seek the power of the position will be involved in the decision making, and those are probably the last people we want controlling our destinies, don’t you think?”
While mulling that over, Evrial followed Amaranthe into three more cabins. She watched in bemusement as her fastidious companion turned down all the beds, tidied the areas, and removed rubbish. Perhaps Ms. Lokdon should have opened a cleaning business instead of pursuing an enforcer career.
In the fourth cabin, Evrial stumbled to a stop on the threshold. A familiar gray cloak hung on a peg. She caught Amaranthe’s arm and nodded toward it. “The woman was wearing that.”
“ Excellent.”
Amaranthe waved Evrial toward the closet while she dove into the desk drawers. Evrial searched through dresses and robes, patting down pockets. The closet was divided in half with different person’s garments occupying each side, both belonging to women. She wondered if both wardrobes represented Forge people. How many of them might have lost their underwater vehicles and stowed away on the steamer? Not stowed away, she corrected herself. These people had purchased passage and in the nicest cabins too. So why was one of them sneaking about, pilfering food and wine?
She didn’t find any answers in the closet. “Do you have anything?”
“ Maybe.” Amaranthe leaned against the desk, a large book open in her hands, columns of ink handwriting scrawled down the pages. “It looks like… someone’s business expenses for the year.” She flipped a few pages. “Or maybe just the current quarter. There are at least three businesses being tracked in here. I don’t recognize these two, but this information is for the Traveling Ice Show and Circus.”
“ The same people somersaulting and juggling all over the boat?” Evrial asked.
“ The same. They’re-”
Voices sounded in the corridor, and Evrial threw up a warning hand. The doorknob rattled as someone applied a key. Amaranthe shoved the book back into a drawer, and Evrial closed the closet doors, careful not to slam them. Amaranthe lunged for the beds and started turning down the covers. Evrial grabbed a wastebasket a heartbeat before the door opened.
“- didn’t know they were on this boat,” a woman, one of four standing around the entrance, was saying.
