Carol Berg - Son of Avonar

Bartolome thoughtfully scratched the hairy chest bulging above his apron. “Well, I can’t see as how it would hurt to ask. I always take it fair when someone says I’ve done a decent job, even if I’m not the one as done it.”

“Exactly!” I said, and I yanked my arm out of Rowan’s grip and marched through the doorway and across the smoky, crowded room. “Excuse me, Your Honor, sir. Might I have a word?”

When the man I had seen slit two throats and pierce a man’s heart with skill and relish turned to look at me, it took all my resolution not to step away. There could be no soul in him. Neither beauty nor life had ever graced those pale eyes, nor had any human feeling with which I had kinship. I quickly averted my gaze.

“How may I help you, madam?” His voice was coolly friendly, not at all like his eyes.

“It’s most likely foolish, sir, but my cousin and I have had a disagreement, and the only way to resolve it is to speak up. I say that you are the very most honored Pere Franze that has wed my sister Catherine and her husband David in Deshiva these five years past, and that it is my duty to tell you of the most efficacious blessing of Mana you performed on that happy occasion, being as Catherine and David have five healthy sons in five years”—I spoke much too fast, trying to bolster my faltering resolve—“but my cousin, who lurks in yonder shadows with our worthy innkeeper, says I should not bother a weary traveler with such trifles, though to my mind such a blessing that gets five healthy sons is no trifle!”

Though a smile played on the thin lips, it did not warm his emptiness. “Much as I would like to lay claim to such a success, I cannot. I’ve never traveled to Deshiva. Giano is my name.”

“My apologies for disturbing you then, Your Honor. I was so hoping you might be Pere Franze, for I was thinking of asking Annadis’s warding for our travels back to Deshiva. After what we saw today…” I shuddered.

“And what was that?” Early frost enfolded the summer night.

“Oh, sir, I’d not wish to offend you with the description of it while you’re at table.”

“Travelers should share their wisdom and experience, madam, so as to ease the road for their fellows,” he said coolly. “I think it imperative. Don’t you agree?”

I wasn’t sure I would have been able to disagree. Though not invited to do so, I drew up an extra chair, sat down, and leaned across their table. To avoid his eyes, I kept my own focused on the gold earring he wore in his right ear. “True enough, sir. Indeed it was the most dreadful sight that ever I hope to see. Five dead men, brutally cut down and left to lie on the road through During Forest. Highwaymen, so I’ve heard, and so better dead, but a fearsome sight nonetheless. I feel quite faint when I think of continuing our journey tomorrow.”

Pere Giano’s slender fingers lay quiet on the table, one hand upon the other, no residue of blood on the pale skin. “We’ve heard of this discovery, also, and are shocked by it. We’ve been sent to Leire to build a school to teach young warriors the service of Annadis, but such doings might hasten us back to our quiet temple life.”

So they were going to lie about it. No surprise.

“It would be a great honor to have a temple school in western Leire.” No student of my acquaintance would be sent to such a tutor.

“Unfortunately, our plans have been upset,” he said, leaning closer, his words slithering their way into my head. “Thieves are not always found in the forest, but often in the very bosom of one’s family. A faithless servant has absconded with the small endowment with which we were to build.”

And there it was… the connection. Though I dared not allow him to note my satisfaction, my heart quickened its pace. “Have you notified the authorities? Perhaps my cousin should summon Barnard, the local sheriff, so your servant may receive just treatment from the law.” A faithless servant… Were these men, too, seeking an ‘addled groom“?

“It’s against our custom to bring down the law on our servants, but we’ve seen nothing of him in a fortnight. We believe that if we could but find the youth, we could persuade him to rethink his wayward behavior.”

What persuasions might be imposed by a man with no soul? Enough to chase a man out of his clothes? Out of his voice? Out of his mind?

“My cousin travels widely in his business, your honor. Why, he’s most likely visited every hostelry and inn in five districts in the past month, as well as having wide acquaintance. Can you describe this fiend who is so wanting in decency as to steal from the Swordsman’s holy servants? Perhaps my cousin has taken note of him.”

“A young man. Tall and light-haired, fairly made, but wicked and hasty in temper, and weak in the mind, full of grandiose delusions. I think the gods have sent him this weakness to make him humble, but alas, though we at the temple have nurtured the boy since childhood, our care seems to have gone for naught.”

“A sad story,” I said. He was so smug in his lies. “All too common among those who depend on the charity of holy institutions. I’ll ask my cousin if he’s seen anything likely. I’ve neither seen nor heard of anything myself.”

“Even so.” The priest picked up his wine cup and leaned back in his chair. He was done with me.

I craved to wheedle something more from him—a name, a province—or some hint of whether he knew of his “faithless servant’s” talent for sorcery. But I had lived enough years to know when I had pushed my luck as far as was profitable. “I’ll bid you and your companions a good night, sir. My cousin is known for being sometimes too free in his ingestion of spirits in such a friendly house as this. I wish him to be alert on the morrow!”

The man in black nodded and turned back to his silent, hooded companions. I believed I saw the trace of impatience on his narrow face, but I couldn’t bear to look at him long enough to be sure.

I left the common room sedately, slipping past the shadowed foyer and up the first flight of stairs. But no sooner had I got out of sight of the common room and bolted for the second landing, than Rowan stepped out in front of me, grim as a headsman. “That was very foolish.”

“But revealing, don’t you think? Did you listen? The poor servants of the Swordsman whose money has been stolen, though they wear gold worth an earldom at their necks. Not a word about the events in the forest.” And such a strange story about their missing servant.

“You’re fortunate. These men are clearly not to be trifled—”

“I thought you might have more mettle than to eavesdrop from the stairs like a scullery maid. Quite a man of the world is my cousin Graeme.”

“A little forewarning might have helped.” Was he more annoyed with my interference, or that it was I who had done the interfering?

“I didn’t think it necessary. Did I not play it quite well?”

“I’m surprised you’d think of it as play, having seen what you did in the forest today. Were all your questions answered satisfactorily? Perhaps you’ll condescend to enlighten me as to your purpose in the matter and what else you might know of these people.”

“We should not discuss this in the passageway of an inn.”

“I suppose there’s no question of a cousinly chat in your room or a walk in the evening air?”

“I’m asleep standing, Sheriff. And, of course, I’ve no interest in this matter. I was curious because of what I saw, and willing to help you, because… you were right that I should. Good night.”

Rowan bowed stiffly. “I’ll remind you that the conditions of your parole require your obedience to the command of any sheriff, and the nature of your crimes makes me responsible for your actions. We have not finished our business, my lady. You’re not to leave your room, and you’ll have no commerce with anyone until I give you leave. I’ll see you first thing in the morning.” The insufferable prig started down the passage, and, to my chagrin, I could not think of hateful enough words to throw back at him. As he disappeared down the stair landing, he called over his shoulder. “And you may tell Paulo that his sneaking about has left his gram half-frantic with worry, and that if he doesn’t get himself wrung out by highwaymen or conspiratorial women, then it will most likely be by me.”