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es of the table； and his voice dropped to a hoarse whisper。 〃Stirring up trouble； as it were？ I heard a rumor … from a fellow who's body…servant to Lord Brys … about the Assembly； and choosing the new Panarch。 I think maybe it's true。 The man was drunk； and when he realized what he had said； he nearly fouled himself。 Even if it isn't； it would still rip Tanchico wide open。〃
〃Do you really believe there is any need to buy trouble in this city？〃 Tanchico was a rotting bellfruit ready to fall in the first wind。 The whole of this wretched land was。 For a moment she was tempted to buy his 〃rumor。〃 She was supposed to be a trader in whatever goods or information came along； and she had even sold some。 But dealing with Gelb sickened her。 And her own doubts frightened her。 〃That will be all； Master Gelb。 You know how to make contact with me if you find another of these。〃 She touched the rough…woven sack。
Instead of rising； he sat staring； trying to see through her mask。 〃Where are you from； Mistress Elidar？ The way you talk； all slurred out and soft…like … begging your pardon； no offense meant … I can't place you。〃
〃That will be all； Gelb。〃 Maybe it was the quarterdeck voice； or maybe the mask failed to hide her cold stare； but Gelb bounced to his feet； ducking bows and stammering apologies while he fumbled open the door in the lacework wall。
She sat there after he was gone； giving him time to leave the Garden of Silver Breezes。 Someone would follow him outside； to make certain he did not wait to shadow her。 All this skulking and hiding disgusted her； she almost wished something would destroy her disguise and give her an honest face…to…face fight。
A new ship was sweeping into the harbor below； a Sea Folk raker with its towering masts and clouds of sail。 She had examined a captured raker； but she would have given almost anything to take one out； though she expected a Sea Folk crew would be necessary to wring the most from the vessel。 The Atha'an Miere were stubborn about taking the oaths； it would not be as good if she had to buy a crew。 Buy an entire crew！ The amount of gold that came in by the courier boats for her to fling about was going to her head。
Taking up the jute bag； she started to rise； then sat back down hurriedly at the sight of a wide； thick…shouldered man leaving another table。 Dark hair； long to his shoulders； and a beard that left his upper lip bare framed Bayle Domon's round face。 He was not masked； of course； he ran a dozen coasting vessels in and out of Tanchico and apparently did not care who knew his whereabouts。 Masked。 She was not thinking straight。 He would not recognize her in a mask。 Still； she waited until he was gone before leaving her table。 The man might have to be dealt with yet； if he became a danger。
Selindrin took the gold she proffered with a sleek smile and murmured wishes for Egeanin's continued patronage。 Dark hair in dozens of narrow braids； the proprietress of the Garden of Silver Breezes wore clinging white silk； nearly thin enough for a serving girl； and one of those transparent veils that always made Egeanin want to ask Taraboners what dances they could perform。 Shea dancers wore almost identical veils and little more。 Still； Egeanin thought as she started toward the street； the woman had a sharp mind； else she could not maneuver through the shoals of Tanchico； catering to every faction while earning the enmity of none。
A reminder of that was the tall； white…cloaked man； gray at the temples but hard…faced and hard…eyed； who passed Egeanin and was greeted by Selindrin。 Jaichim Carridin's cloak bore a golden sunburst on the breast； with four golden knots below and a crimson shepherd's crook behind。 An Inquisitor of the Hand of the Light； a high officer in the Children of the Light。 The very concept of the Children outraged Egeanin； a military body answerable only to itself。 But Carridin and his few hundred soldiers had power of a sort in Tanchico； where any kind of authority seemed to be lacking most of the time。 The Civil Watch no longer patrolled the streets； and the army … as much as was still loyal to the King … was too busy holding the fortresses around the city。 Egeanin noted that Selindrin did not even glance at the sword on Carridin's hip。 He definitely had power。
As soon as she stepped into the street her bearers came running with her chair from the cluster waiting for their patrons； and her bodyguards closed in around her with their spears。 They were a mismatched lot； some in steel caps； three wearing leather shirts sewn with steel scales； rough…faced men； possibly deserters from the army； but aware that continued full bellies and silver to spend depended on her continued safety。 Even the bearers carried stout knives； and cudgels stuck out of their sashes。 No one who looked as though they had money dared appear out…of…doors unguarded。 In any case； had she cared to risk it； it would only draw attention to her。
The guards forced a way through the crowds with no trouble。 The throngs eddied and swirled in the narrow streets that wound through the city's hills； creating clear pockets around sedan chairs surrounded by bodyguards。 There were very few carriages to be seen。 Horses were being an extravagance。
Worn was the only fit description for the milling masses； worn and frenzied。 Worn faces； worn clothes； and too…bright； frenzied eyes； desperate； hoping when they knew there was no hope。 Many had surrendered； crouching against walls； huddled in doorways； clutching wives； husbands； children； not simply worn but ragged and blank…faced。 Sometimes they roused enough to cry out to some passerby for a coin； a crust； anything。
Egeanin kept her eyes straight ahead； of necessity trusting the bodyguards to detect any danger。 Meeting a beggar's eyes meant twenty of them jamming themselves hopefully around her chair。 Tossing a coin meant a hundred crowding in； clamoring and weeping。 She was already using part of the money the courier boats brought to support a soup kitchen； just as if she were one of the Blood。 She shuddered to think what discovery of that overstepping of her place would mean。 As well put on a brocaded robe and shave her head。
All of this could be put aright once Tanchico fell； with everyone fed； everyone put in their proper place。 And she could abandon dresses and things she had no experience or taste for； return to her ship。 Tarabon； at least； and perhaps Arad Doman as well； were ready to crumble at a touch； like charred silk。 Why was the High Lady Suroth holding back？ Why？
Jaichim Carridin lounged in his chair； cloak spread over the carved arms； studying the Taraboner noblemen who occupied the private room's other chairs。 They sat stiffly in their gold…embroidered coats； mouths tight below masks fancifully worked to resemble hawks' faces； and lions' and leopards'。 He had more to worry him than they； but he managed a calm demeanor。 It was two months since he had received word of a cousin found skinned alive in his own bedchamber； three since his youngest sister； Dealda； being carried off from her bridal feast by a Myrddraal。 The family steward wrote disbelievingly； frantic with all the tragedy befalling House Carridin。 Two months。 He hoped Dealda had died quickly。 It was said women did not cling to sanity long in Myrddraal hands。 Two whole months。 Anyone else but Jaichim Carridin would have been sweating blood。
Each man held a golden goblet of wine； but there were no servants present。 Selindrin had served them before removing herself with an assurance that they would not be disturbed。 There was； in fact； no one else on this； the highest floor of the Garden of Silver Breezes。 Two men who had e with the nobles … members of the King's Life Guard； unless Carridin missed his guess … stood at the foot of the stairs to guarantee continued privacy。
Carridin sipped his wine。 None of the Taraboners had touched theirs。 〃So；〃 he said lightly； 〃King Andric wishes the Children of the Light to aid in restoring order in the city。 We do not often let ourselves bee involved in the internal affairs of nations。〃 Not openly。 〃Certainly I cannot remember such a request。 I do not know what the Lord Captain mander will say。〃 Pedron Niall would say to do what was needed and make sure the Taraboners knew that they owed a debt to the Children； make sure they paid it in full。
〃There is no time for you to request instructions from Amador；〃 a man in a black…spotted leopard mask said urgently。 None had offered names； but Carridin did not need them。
〃What we ask is necessary；〃 another snapped； his thick mustache below a hawk mask giving him the look of a peculiar owl。 〃You must understand that we would not make this request unless it were necessary in the extreme。 We must have unity； not more division； yes？ There are many divisive elements； even within Tanchico。 They must be suppressed if there is to be even the hope of imposing peace on the countryside。〃
〃The death of the Panarch has made matters most difficult；〃 the first fellow added。
Carridin raised an eyebrow questioningly。 〃Have you discovered yet who killed her？〃
His own supposition was that Andric hi