You dont have ladies in Olasko?
I had a mother in Olasko.
Hal laughed. I understand.
They turned the corner. My mother thinks I need to settle down. Shes His voice dropped. My mother went through a great deal well, let us leave it that she would be happier if I found some nice young woman and started a family.
How does your father feel? asked Hal as Ty pushed open the door to the tavern. He glanced up at the sign they passed beneath. It showed a painting of a man in fancy livery being chased by a large black dog which was nipping at his heels.
Father thinks Ill get around to it in my own good time, Ty answered. Hes been through a lot as well, but its left him with a different perspective. He opened his arms expansively. Welcome to the Running Footman.
It was just what one would expect of a riverside tavern in a port town: crowded, filled with workers, sailors, river men, and no doubt thieves and cheats. Not exactly the River House, muttered Hal.
True, but for me thats the charm, dont you see? Ty moved to the bar and shouted, Babette! My love! Miss me?
The woman behind the bar was at least fifty years of age, possibly more, with sallow skin and a badly applied mask of rouge on her cheeks. She had darkened her eyes with kohl, or kajal as it was sometimes called, and wore the most impossibly red wig Hal had ever seen, including those worn by travelling players and clowns. She smiled. Ty! You wound me with your absence. Her voice was so gravelly that for a moment Hal wasnt certain she wasnt a man in some horrible mummery; but that might have been the result of the pipe that hung from her lips, or from its smoke, from the very pungent and strong tabac she preferred. Whos your friend?
By name, Henry.
Hal. He extended his hand and she took it and gave the fingers a squeeze.
Pleasure.
Were thirsty, said Ty, and Hal nodded.
Two blacks! she shouted and a young man behind her grabbed two large porcelain mugs and filled them with a very dark brew. He brought them forward and Ty slapped a silver coin down. Let me know when thats used up.
He led Hal to a waist-high shelf against the far wall where they could place their drinks and stand, for there were no empty seats at any table. Hal took his first drink and was greeted by a thick, frothy mouthful unlike anything he had tasted before. It was nutty and slightly bitter, yet it had a lingering sweetness. This is remarkable, he said. What is it?
Porter, answered Ty. Its been brewed for years for the porters who work up and down the docks and river. Its unique to Roldem, and what we have here is an example of the best; Black Beauty its called. Lowering his voice he said, Just sip it. Its OK to look drunk, just dont get drunk.
Hal nodded. How long?
Ty knew what he meant. If they dont come in after us ? Maybe an hour, then we leave out the back. If theyre watching the front and waiting for us, well skulk around the corner and see them before they see us.
What if theyre watching the back?
Ty grinned. I guess well see them at the same time they see us.
Tell me about Olasko. The two young men had been constant companions for nearly a month since word of the possibility of war had come, and had got to know each other well enough for Hal to count Ty a friend. Yet there was much about him that remained a mystery.
Not much to tell, really, said Ty. The original settlers were colonists from Roldem, so the language is much the same, save for an odd word here, or a strange accent there. Its not much of a task to learn the difference quickly. Among the Eastern Kingdoms it was very influential, as the last ruler before the present Duke Varian, a man named Kaspar, was very powerful and held sway. But that was a long time ago. He sighed and his face became a mask for a moment, and suddenly he looked a great deal older. Then his smile returned and he said, But the mountains are magnificent and the hunting remarkable.
Hal said, I should like to see it, and to go hunting.
Then we shall do so, once this current madness is resolved. What of Crydee? Hows the hunting there?
Very good. Its mainly forested land from the foothills and up into the Grey Tower Mountains. We have boars that stand man-high at the shoulder.
Certainly not!
We do! The forest boars are big, fast, and mean. You need a boar spear ten feet long with a steel head and bolted cross below it or theyll run right up the shaft and gore you while you wait for them to die! We have brown bears and lions, though theyve almost been hunted out, and plenty of wolves and deer, stag, and elk. He shrugged. And the occasional wyvern.
Wyvern? said Ty, looking askance. I bought the boar, but a wyvern? Dragon-kin?
So they say, though thats like saying one of those little dogs the ladies at court carry around is wolf-kin.
Youve seen one?
Ha! My father has the head of one down in the basement. It used to hang in the trophy hall, but Mother made him take it down. Said it disgusted her. He grinned. It was pretty disgusting, really. All droopy eyes and fangs, and the man who mounted the head for great-grandfather managed to make a botch of the ears, so they sort of went this way he made a gesture with two fingers one pointing up and the other one pointing to the side.
Ladies?
It was Hals turn to laugh. Nothing like you have here, thats for certain.
Theres nothing like the ladies of Roldem anywhere, said Ty. Men who hold riches, power, and rank, its a lodestone for beauties of all ranks, noble and common. Now, the ladies of Crydee?
Few, said Hal with a shrug, if you mean ladies of noble birth.
Girls, then, said Ty impatiently.
A few worth spending time with. His expression grew wry. Remember that problem you have in Olasko?
Mother?
I have one too, in Crydee. He sighed theatrically. And she knows everyone, and I do mean everyone in the town. She cares for the ill and makes sure anyone whos fallen on hard times has food, and takes charge of all shopping for the Dukes household
So, gossip?
Yes. There was one girl, a millers daughter, who caught my eye and I swear my mother had me in her room, bending my ear about not using my rank to take advantage I was thirteen! It was my first kiss!
Ty roared with laughter. So, not a lot ? he shrugged.
No, not a lot. A few, mostly when mother was away or I travelled, but nothing like here. In Crydee, Im well, Im the Dukes son, the next duke, so its not like here. He took a deep drink.
Easy, Ty said.
One wont hurt.
But its never just one. Now, what do you mean, its not like here?
Your father, is he noble?
In a manner of speaking. He has a patent from the Isles, a knighthood in your part of the Kingdom, from around Ylith or Hawks Hollow, or somewhere. But weve lived in Olasko so long that its home.
Well, there you have it, said Hal. You cant swing a dead cat in Roldem without hitting a nobleman. So even if youre nobility, youre not that noble. Ty fixed him with a mocking gaze. You know what I mean. I mean if you carouse and end up in some tavern wenchs bed or she in yours, its only something of the moment. If I do it, Im the Dukes son. In a day everyone in the town would be gossiping
And your mother would find out.
Yes, agreed Hal.
Sympathies, my friend, said Ty, feigning a sip at his drink. With a quick glance he looked to see if anyone was watching, and seeing no eyes upon them, he spilled some of his drink on the straw-covered floor.
Besides, theres Bethany.
Whos Bethany?
The daughter of Lord Robert, Earl of Carse and vassal to my father. Everyone expects us to wed. He sighed.
Not pretty?
On the contrary. Shes quite beautiful. Bright, funny, and can shoot a bow better than anyone in the entire duchy, save perhaps for my brother Brendan. Not counting elves, of course.
Of course, not counting elves. Ty rolled his eyes. Like most Easterners, he found tales of elves, dwarves, goblins, and trolls problematic, bordering on myth and lore.
Hal went on, Shes probably one of the more attractive girls in the duchy, its just
What? You dont like her?
I like her well enough, but Im not in love with her.
Love? Ty looked genuinely surprised. Youre a dukes son. Youll marry for political reasons, Hal. Love has nothing to do with it.
Its different out west, said Hal. The King hardly cares who we wed, so He fell silent. Then he said, Beth is like my sister. Ive known her since she was born. Shes the same age as my brother Martin. We used to splash around in the same bath, all three of us.
Well, Im certain it will be fine. At least its not like marrying a stranger, like some of these lot do. His gesture indicated the royal part of the island, so Hal knew he was speaking of Roldemish nobility.
Yes, said Hal. If I must, I must, and probably I cant do better than Beth, and certainly I could do worse. But
What?
Its my brother Martin.
What about him?
Hal smiled a rueful smile. Hes in love with her.
Hes told you?
No, actually, I think hes too stupid to admit it to himself, but theres been something going on between them for the last few years. He shrugged. Even that would be less of a problem, for Martins as reliable and loyal as you could want a brother to be, but
What? prodded Ty, now very interested.
I think Beth loves him back.
Oh, said Ty, nodding. A brother whos loyal being in love with your wife is one thing, but your wife being in love with your brother
Just as Hal was about to reply, his eyes widened.
Ty glanced over his shoulder to see two men entering the tavern. One was a red-bearded fellow in a grey jacket with a sailors cutlass at his side, and the other was black-haired with a dark green waistcoat and two long dirks in his belt. They were not the same men who had been watching them, but Hal noticed they took a good look around the room, their gaze lingering for just the briefest moment on Hal and Ty before they moved toward the bar.
Looking down at his porter, Ty asked, Did you?
I saw, answered Hal. They recognized us.
Follow me.
Ty moved with purpose but not with haste toward the bar and through a door to the right. Theyll think were going to the jakes to relieve ourselves, but that will be good for less than five minutes.
From the smell of sour beer and human waste emanating from the corridor, Hal had no doubt they were approaching the jakes, but at the end of the hall there were two doors, and Ty pushed open the rear door, then pulled Hal into the one on the side. It was a large closet containing a bucket, dirty mop, two straw brooms, and barely enough additional room to accommodate both of them.
Be silent, whispered Ty. He kept his hand on the latch and peered through a tiny crack between the door and the jamb.
Five or so minutes passed, then Hal heard the sound of men passing, then running out of the back door. Ty waited for a moment, then said, Half the wall next to the jakes is down, so its no task to jump over the stonework and get out into the alley. They are no doubt running around back there looking for us, so we shall go out the front.
They hurried out of the hall, through the main room, and left without anyone taking notice. Outside, they turned back towards the River House and Ty said, I think that was enough adventure for the day.
Hal was about to reply when the first two men they had seen watching them stepped out of a nearby doorway, weapons drawn.
Or then again, perhaps not, said Ty drawing his own sword.
Hall drew his weapon and stepped to the right, giving himself a little room next to his companion. The street had solid shop fronts on one side, and the river on the other, so the two men would be forced to come straight at them. Both young swordsmen relaxed and stood ready. Softly Ty said, You think these two didnt hear about the Masters Court?
As the two men suddenly charged, Hal answered, I dont think they care. He knew from experience there was a profound difference between formal duelling and combat.
Ty discovered that in the first instant, when he attempted to beat aside his opponents blade and discovered it was a feint not to gain blade position but so that he could bring up a short knife in his left hand and drive it into Tys stomach. But Ty was fast enough to recognize the threat. Turning slightly, he let the man go by. So, thats how its going to be? He kicked out and left the man sprawling.
Hal knew he faced a brawler from the way the man made one lunge, then retreated into a crouch. Suddenly he realized something. The other two men would be back. Wed best kill them swiftly and be on our way.
I know, said Ty. He watched as his man made the fatal mistake of trying to turn while still on the ground and as he stood up he impaled himself on the tip of Tys sword.
Ty turned to see Hals opponent backing away. His eyes widened, and Ty turned around and saw the two men who had run out of the tavern appear, coming from the other direction at a run. Ty crouched as the two men came close.
But rather than attack, the two men slowed and approached with their palms upraised. Wait! shouted one, the red-bearded man.
Why? demanded Ty, standing over the body of the man he had just killed.
That, said the second man, pointing behind Ty.
Hal, what does he mean by that? asked Ty, not taking his eyes off the two men from the tavern.
Look, said Hal. From the other end of the street a half dozen men were coming at a run.
Come with us, said the red-bearded man.
How do we know we can trust you? asked Ty.
You think you can trust that lot? replied the man, pointing again.
Ty looked once more and saw the men who were approaching had their weapons drawn.
Fair enough! shouted Hal, lashing out with a sudden move that took his close opponent across the ribs. It was not a killing blow but would slow the man down enough to stop him joining in the hunt.
They took off on a mad dash and the red-bearded man motioned for them to turn a corner and race towards the harbour. Hal glanced over his shoulder and saw the men behind them now numbered a full dozen, all looking ready for blood.
Normally the crowded streets of Roldems river and harbour district would have been a hindrance, but because business had fallen off, the docks were as empty as if it had been a temple holy day. They charged through one big square, down another street and came to the docks. The red-bearded man turned right and the other three followed. At the end of the docks a ship was tied up and before the gangplank stood a dozen armed men.