payment of five copper coins in addition to his usual libations; he had to shape some cast-off bronze strips for the hinges, make a dozen nails, and rebuild the outer door’s lintel. For the satisfaction of sleeping safer at night, Tammuz agreed to the sum. In his neighborhood, inhabitants paid any price for the chance to sleep in safety at night.
A few days later, when the carpenter completed his tasks and emptied his last cup of free ale, the alehouse looked much better. For a finishing touch, En-hedu, using some red dye bought at the marketplace, sketched a wine cup and the barley symbol on the outer wall, so that passersby could tell at a glance what the establishment sold.
While all this was going on, Tammuz watched in astonishment as En-hedu began ordering the patrons around. First she made them stop urinat-ing against the alehouse’s outside wall. The regular customers soon grew tired of her berating and scolding, and went down the lane and around the corner to relieve themselves. Newcomers were warned, and if anyone forgot, she told Kuri to keep them out until they learned their lesson.
In a few days, much of the rank odor disappeared from the outside of the alehouse. At the same time, with Kuri’s assistance, she cut a small hole through the ceiling of the public room, giving the stale air and cooking smoke a chance to escape, a good trade-off for the occasional rain that would find its way inside. For another copper coin, two barrows loaded with clean sand arrived. Tammuz watched as En-hedu efficiently spread the contents over the dirt floor. That helped keep the bugs and insects under control.
With these and other improvements En-hedu suggested, the establishment took on a somewhat more reputable appearance. The number of customers increased as well, which not only helped profits increase, but provided more of a cover for the half-dozen or more thieves who habitu-ated the place. Since Tammuz kept his ale prices low, his clientele soon increased, and most of the patrons knew each other. That kept the fights to a minimum, and Kuri had fewer problems keeping order.
En-hedu wanted to do more, but Tammuz, a smile on his face, told her to stop, before the place began to look too good for its customers. That made her laugh, and without thinking he took her in his arms. For a brief moment, she looked happy and alive. Then she stiffened, and he knew thoughts of her former master still troubled her.
Nevertheless he couldn’t stop from kissing her. Her mouth felt warm and soft, and she didn’t resist. Nor did she kiss him back. He knew she wasn’t ready, not yet. The fear remained in her eyes, so he let her go. To his surprise, she hugged him for a moment before turning back to her work.
Her touch gave him a feeling of contentment that lasted the rest of the afternoon.
The days went by, and if his nights still lacked the pleasure of the gods, he refused to allow the shortcoming to bother him. Be patient, he said to himself, though now he whispered it with a smile on his lips.
Best of all, the purpose lacking in his life returned. Since he’d crippled his arm, he’d held little hope for the future. Though he’d undertaken the assignment at the alehouse, he’d done so more to please Eskkar and Lady Trella than out of any conviction he would ever accomplish anything of importance. Now he saw how he could make a difference, how what he did today, and would do in the future, could help protect the vision Eskkar and Trella wished for Akkad.
Watching En-hedu day after day, he began to comprehend the mysterious ways of women. And the more he learned, the more he understood how Eskkar commanded Trella’s affections. The tiny hint of jealousy he’d always felt for Akkad’s ruler disappeared with that new knowledge.
With the alehouse in good hands and running smoothly, Tammuz spent several hours a day shadowing the inn where Korthac stayed, or the river where he traded his gemstones. One morning, after Korthac departed for his business at the docks, Tammuz tried to enter the inn, ostensibly to buy food, but the Egyptian guarding the door stopped him with a hand on his chest. Before Tammuz could even plead his case, the inn’s owner, standing behind the guard, called out for Tammuz to leave, informing him that, at present, the inn served only Korthac and his men.
Frustrated, Tammuz decided to risk another, more direct, approach.
One of his customers, Sargat, a young man only a season or two older than Tammuz, made his living by thieving at night. Agile and strong, Sargat could hang by his fingertips and pull himself up and over any roof in Akkad. As quiet as a mouse, he could see in the dark better than most. Sargat had slipped into many a house without waking its inhabitants, collected what he could, and left as silently as he entered.
In order to entice Sargat, Tammuz invented a story about a trader who competed with Korthac, sought information about the secretive Egyptian, and would pay well for anything Sargat could learn.
“If you can discover anything, see anything, fi nd out what their plans are, or even what these Egyptians are doing, this man will pay well for the information.” As Tammuz finished, he slid a silver coin across the table to Sargat. “And if you happen to pick up any of his goods, my patron will be glad to buy them from you.”
Sargat reached for the silver, but Tammuz put his hand over the coin.
“Not until you return. And you’ll have to be careful. Korthac has guards everywhere, and they look as if they’d do more than just break a few bones if they catch you.”
The thief nodded in understanding; he’d seen Korthac’s men in the lanes.
A little after midnight that night, while Tammuz waited at the far end of the lane, Sargat took to the roofs and made his way toward the inn, vanishing into the darkness. Tammuz squatted down to wait. The better part of an hour passed without a sound. Suddenly he heard voices, then something falling with a crash, but all too muted to wake anyone sleeping nearby. Nevertheless, he knew something had gone awry.
Tammuz pushed himself to his feet, cursing at whatever unknown problem had occurred, and anxiously scanned the rooftops. A shadow blocked the moonlight for an instant, and Tammuz caught a glimpse of a dark shape running along the rooftop.
By now a light burned in the inn, and Tammuz heard the door bang open. His heart began beating faster, and he took off down the lane, running as fast as he could and trying to make as little noise as possible. When he felt sure he wasn’t being followed, he slipped through the streets and back to the alehouse. Kuri waited there, the door unbarred. Sargat was already inside, his breathing still audible as he tried to catch his breath.
Tammuz led the thief into his private room, while En-hedu watched the lane and Kuri guarded the door. The two men sat in the darkness.
“What happened?” Tammuz kept his voice to a whisper. “Did you learn anything?”
“I almost got killed. They were up in a moment, looking…”
Tammuz heard the fear in the young man’s voice. “Tell me what happened. You were gone long enough.”
Sargat took a deep breath. Tammuz poured the thief a cup of ale, then watched as Sargat gulped it down without pausing. The strong brew calmed him, and he took a few more breaths before going on.
“I got inside. One of Korthac’s men was on guard below, watching the roof hole. But he looked ready to doze off, so I waited until his head began to nod, and I slipped past him.”
Tammuz hadn’t expected anyone to be guarding the roof. The fl imsy wood and vine rooftops creaked and swayed with every movement, and made plenty of noise. Only someone with a slight figure, like Sargat, who knew how to move silently and with patience, could traverse the delicate rafters without waking those below. Tammuz puzzled over why Korthac would place a guard over the roof ’s entrance, since only an exceptional thief could gain entrance that way. “You could have been caught. You weren’t supposed to…”
“I know,” Sargat went on, “but he was breathing like a sleeper, so I felt sure I could get past. Besides, there was nothing to see from the roof, just a room full of sleeping men all snoring away. But when I climbed down the ladder, I saw two more men guarding the door, and another standing before one of the private rooms.”
Tammuz felt a tingle go through him. Four guards, on watch during the night. He’d never heard of such a thing. No merchant, no noble kept that many men awake during darkness.
“Then what happened?”
“Nothing. With three or four men on guard, I decided to get out. I started back up the ladder, but the wood creaked, and the guard jumped, you know, the way you do when you wake suddenly. I scrambled up the ladder. Then I heard a crash. The guard swung his sword and nearly got my leg. He came up the ladder after me in an instant, and I ran. I heard him stumbling behind me, but I took to the ledges.”
Tammuz knew the rest. Sargat could outrun anyone across a rooftop.
“You’re lucky you weren’t caught. I told you not to take any chances.”
“What about my coin? Will you still pay me the silver?”
