reflection clear as a looking glass, and she was surprised at what she saw.
She looked as if she knew what she was doing.
All the shops along Jembril Street were shut for evenfeast, the lamps turned low, the clerks all shut away in their back rooms. On the door of the antiquary's shop, a small hand-lettered sign had been pasted.
Closed, the sign said, for a family emergency. Please call again in a tenday.
Tennora cracked the lock much more quickly than the previous time. They'd reset it, but not replaced it, and the cylinders moved just as they had before. She slipped inside and shut the door behind her.
Not a body stirred in the seed hoard. Not a sound came from the rooms beyond. Fine, she thought. If they aren't here, I'll bring them here.
The heavy iron urn she'd knocked off the cabinet still rested on the floor. She kicked it over onto its side once more and then rolled it onto the pressure plate with another kick. As it hit the plate, the acid bursts spattered down on it, as expected, and she felt the rush of the alarm triggering-quiet as a breeze, but somewhere, for someone, the alarm was screaming that the treasure was no longer safe.
She sat down on a chest and waited for that someone to turn up.
It took little time. There was a rustle in the shadows at the far end of the building, as if a door had opened, and the man she'd mistaken for an antiquary appeared at the edge of the light from the glowballs, knives out. He eyed her for a moment and, satisfied she didn't present an immediate threat, stepped closer.
'Robbing my shop?' He looked her over once more and frowned. 'Again.' 'You work for Dareun,' she said. 'Lovac. I assume you're Ferremo. Do you have a proper name?'
The man's eyes narrowed, but he didn't throw the knife. If Dareun thought Nestrix was a player, he had to think Tennora was one of her minions. Perhaps, like the man with the knives, her chief minion. Her lovac.
'It's Magli,' he said. 'Ferremo Magli. You?'
'You know my name,' she said with a smile.
'Why are you here?'
'He has my mistress,' she said. 'And I'd like her back. But you and I both know he won't listen to a nothing like me. So I came to make you an offer. An offer he might prefer, if he heard it from the right source.'
He smiled. 'Does your mistress give up her gains so easily? He'll not give her back without a fight.'
'I have something he'd like very much.'
'What? Alina? Between you and me, he's better off without her.'
Tennora smiled back. 'You mean you're better off without her.' She'd seen the way he'd sneered at the half- elf as he dropped the token. 'I can get him something much better.'
'I doubt that,' he said. 'He's very interested in your mistress. So interested he won't consider the fact that she's a fraud. Oh yes,' he said, when Tennora's eyes widened. 'I'm well aware of the bounty hunter. It was the last useful thing Alina did. Pity I'm going to have to arrange for her… disposal.'
Tennora ignored the baiting. 'So why not save him some time? Give her to me.'
Ferremo shrugged, as if she'd asked him why he hadn't worn a yellow shirt-it didn't matter. 'If she's a dragon, he'll want to know how she's avoided the dragonward.'
'And if she isn't?'
He laughed. 'Humans don't deserve the powers of the dragons. He'll make her understand that.'
'Sounds like a waste of his time. And yours.'
Ferremo flipped his dagger over his knuckles and caught it again. 'What are you offering?'
'A relic,' she said, 'of the time before the Wailing Years. A collar worn by the Songdragon, to protect her from the dragonward if anyone ever took hold of Ahghairon's staff.'
Ferremo's eyebrow twitched. 'It protects against the dragonward?' Tennora nodded. 'Where is it?'
'Ah-ah.' Tennora wagged a finger at him. 'I will get it for you in exchange for Clytemorrenestrix. Safe and alive.'
'Of course you will,' he said, and folded his arms over his chest. 'Where is it? Under your linens?'
'It happens to be in the care of a powerful wizard,' Tennora said, though she was trying hard not to think of that part. 'A master of the House of Wonder. Rhinzen Halnian.'
At the name, a light seemed to flare to life behind Ferremo's eyes, and his cold demeanor thawed. He set his hands on his hips and regarded Tennora with a curious smile.
'Rhinzen Halnian?' he asked. 'Tymora must be laughing.'
She nodded, with a little smile of her own, as if they were sharing a joke. He clearly thought they were. 'He hasn't done me any favors lately,' she said vaguely.
'He doesn't think much of us and our ilk,' Ferremo said.
Her heart was pounding. Ferremo knew Rhinzen, which meant her old master might have been harmed by the dragon and his lovac.
Or he's been helping them, she thought.
'I can't make any promises,' Ferremo said. 'Especially since there's no proof she's a player. Or even a dragon.'
Tennora raised her eyebrows skeptically. 'Do you want to take chances?'
'It's what we do,' Ferremo said with an edge of menace. 'Get the relic from that high-minded long-ears, and I'll have an answer for you.'
'Tomorrow evening,' Tennora said, and the assassin agreed.
'Rough him up for me, and I'll see about finding you a place with a real taaldarax,' he said. 'And since I know where you live, I can trust you'll let yourself out.' He turned and vanished into the shadows.
Tennora let out the breath she'd been holding. She wasn't dead. She had a plan. The man with the knives wasn't overly suspicious-and why should he be? She'd managed to convince him he was getting a treasure beyond worth.
Now came the difficult part.
TWELVE
The tower of Rhinzen Halnian rose up into the night, a pillar of rose-colored granite with delicate buttresses. Tennora could not help thinking, as she eyed it from the shadow of a barberry bush, that three days ago, she had come and gone here as easy as she pleased, never considering how lucky that made her.
The tower itself was ringed by a high wall with only one gate, guarded by four moon elves, well armored and well equipped with spells and weapons both. She'd slipped past them by scaling the wall near the gardener's shack. They were mostly there to deter unwanted guests-to out-and-out prevent their entry, the tower had more reliable and magical guardians.
She doubted that Master Halnian had changed the spells to enter by the front door, and she planned on slipping in that way. But after that she would have to be careful. She was an intruder.
That truth nagged at her as she sat waiting for the last of her former classmates to file out of the tower.
Or you could go home, a part of her thought, and she knew it had a point. What was becoming of her that she was attempting her second burglary in as many days? And this time at the home of someone who had taken her under his wing and…
Promptly thrown her out, another part added.
There wasn't another way to save Nestrix.
She pulled her stormcloak close and strode across the gardens toward the entry.
The storm clouds of the afternoon had finally broken up. Thousands of stars littered the night sky, and Selune shone among her court, a queen in a silver crown.
She kept her hood low and her cloak closed as she approached the grand double doors that led into the tower. Two massive stone griffons, rearing rampant, guarded the doorway. Though they looked like mere-if marvelously carved-statues, the night showed that their eyes glowed faintly blue. They were golems created by Master Halnian and charged with protecting his home and study from intruders.
