“Yeah.”
“You don’t have to, you know. Your castle and lands are still there. Philip rents them out occasionally, but he’s never officially confiscated them to the crown. Even if he had, all you’d have to do is ask.”
“Arentia ain’t my home anymore. Isn’t my home anymore. See? I can’t even speak good no more. I’d just embarrass all of us.”
She laughed. “Just so you know the drawbridge is always down for you.” She leaned close and gave me a quick kiss, on the lips, which lingered just an instant too long to be fully chaste. She smelled of clover and sunlit meadows. Then she drifted back toward the great hall, leaving me alone once again.
TWENTY-NINE
So I went back to Neceda, not much richer but a fair bit wiser. The mud had disappeared during my absence, and the town was back to its mean, rapacious little self. I’d found a small bag of gold, each piece embossed with Phil’s stern profile, hidden in my saddlebags. It wasn’t enough to be considered a reward, because he knew I’d never accept it, but it did cover my expenses, which was fair enough.
The first thing I did was arrange a meeting with King Felix’s elderly emissary. On a bright morning two months after my return, the old man again sat across from me and regarded me with his tired, defeated eyes. He was dusty, and sagged in his chair as if he’d ridden all night. “Dead?” he repeated flatly. “You’re absolutely certain?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry. Pass on my condolences to the king.” I nodded at the bag of gold on my desk between us. “And make sure he gets my refund.”
He looked at the money as if it were snot that needed wiping away. “And where,” he asked coldly, “is her body?”
“Cremated,” I said sadly. Oh, was I sad. “I arrived just as the ceremony started. I verified it was her, but I couldn’t convince them to let me retrieve the body. You know how they are.”
“Convenient,” the old man said.
I shrugged. “Unfortunate.”
“No, I think it’s pretty fortunate. That you arrive just as the moon priestesses are setting the funeral pyre for the poor indigent girl they’d found murdered. And only you knew it was Princess Lila.”
“Still, what’s done is done. I don’t feel right taking King Felix’s money under the circumstances.”
The old man took the bag, hefted it in his hand and then tucked it into his belt. “You were gone a long time. If your friend Commander Teller hadn’t insisted you were honest, I’d have thought you’d simply taken our money and vanished.”
“Something came up while I was gone, and took a little while to resolve.”
“More successfully than this, I hope.”
I nodded. “It all worked out for the best.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked me over. “Perhaps that’s it.”
“What’s it?”
“There’s something different about you. In your eyes. Something’s not there any longer.”
I said nothing.
I followed him downstairs into the tavern. Two uniformed soldiers from the army of Balaton awaited him, and they all rode out of town together. I closed the door, took a seat and nodded to Callie behind the bar.
She put a tankard in front of me. “Did you make a lot of money off that guy, Mr. LaCrosse? He looked rich.”
“He was.” I took a drink and smiled wryly. “And unfortunately, he still is.”
Callie looked at me, her brow wrinkled in thought. “You know, Mr. LaCrosse, I like you and everything, but sometimes I wonder… are you any good at your job?”
I was glad I didn’t have a mouthful of ale when she asked me that. “I’ll let you know as soon as I figure it out myself.”
Angelina stuck out her bottom lip, blew a stray black curl from her face and looked at me with disapproval. “So do you ever plan to really work again?”
“My tab’s paid up,” I replied.
“Sure. But you’re starting to settle and spread, if you know what I mean. You need exercise.”
“My kind of job isn’t on a schedule like yours. I just worked for six weeks straight, I deserve some time off.”
“Hmph,” she snorted. “You say you’ll only be gone for a couple of days, then you travel all over the place and come back with a sack of gold, a fancy horse and no new scars. Nice work if you can get it, I suppose.”
The front door creaked open; the hinges were purposefully left ungreased so no one could slip in unannounced. A tall figure stood backlit by the morning sun. She wore boots and trousers, but her shape was definitely feminine. In her right hand she carried a large, vaguely round cloth-covered object.
Angelina put her hands on her hips. “Come on in, you’re letting all the flies out.”
She stepped into the room and the door slammed shut behind her. The sleeping man made a slurred, startled sound but didn’t awaken. The woman reached into her pocket, pulled out a piece of vellum and, after consulting it, said, “Uh… I was told I’d find Edward LaCrosse’s office here.”
Since I sat right in front of her, she clearly didn’t know me, and Angelina knew how to handle this sort of thing. “His office, yeah,” she told the newcomer. “It’s upstairs. But he ain’t in it.”
“Great,” the woman said wearily. She was about thirty-five, with short red hair and freckles. Her crow’s feet and tan told of a lifetime spent outdoors, and she had a healthy, lively glow about her. She put the covered object on the far end of the bar and took a seat. “Guess I’ll be doing some waiting, then. Give me something strong enough to pass the time but not so strong I fall in love.”
Callie put a tankard in front of her. The redhead took a long drink and sighed. “That’ll do it, all right. That’ll do it. So do you expect this LaCrosse guy back anytime soon?”
I was sure I didn’t know this woman, yet there was something familiar about her. I tried to look her over without being obvious, but the longer I did, the more I was sure I’d never seen her before. Finally, I signaled Angelina with a little nod.
“I didn’t say he left,” she told the redhead. “I just said he wasn’t in his office.” She jerked her head at me. “Eddie LaCrosse, this is…?”
I stood and walked down the bar. She put down her drink, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then extended the same hand to me. “Liz Dumont,” she said, “Dumont Confidential Courier Service. Man, you folks are a little paranoid, aren’t you?”
Her last name hit me like a brick dropped from a siege tower, and suddenly I knew why she seemed familiar. If Cathy had lived, this is how she would have looked, and the coincidence was too astounding. It was also too astounding to keep off my face, because Liz stared at me like I’d suddenly sprouted horns.
“Whoa, there,” she said warningly, and pulled her hand away. “Maybe you ain’t seen a redhead in a while, but I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t stare.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, and sat on the stool beside her. “You just… you remind me of someone. Do you have a sister somewhere?”
“Ha!” she snorted. “Yeah, I had a sister. A twin. The original Dumont in Dumont CCS. Do you know her?”
I shook my head.
“Figures. She ran off a long time ago. Haven’t heard from her since I took over the business.”
Even acknowledging all the strange things I’d experienced lately, this was by far the eeriest. “So, what can I do for you?” I managed with a reasonable facsimile of nonchalance.
She reached into her pocket. “First, I’m supposed to give you this.”
She handed me a small, expensive envelope, sealed with wax embossed with a stylized letter “R.” My first thought was of another message from a man with the initial “R,” delivered by another red-haired woman named Dumont. The hair on my neck stood up.
