Thats Platime, Sef said nervously. Hes a little drunk, so you should be careful, my Lords.
We can deal with it, Sparhawk told him. Thanks for your help, Sef. I dont know how wed have managed without you. Then he led Kalten on around the fire pit.
Who are all these people? Kalten asked in a low voice, looking around at the men and women lining the walls.
Thieves, beggars, a few murderers probably that sort of thing.
Youve got some very nice friends, Sparhawk.
Platime was carefully examining a necklace with a ruby pendant attached to it. When Sparhawk and Kalten stopped in front of him, he raised his bleary eyes and looked them over, paying particular attention to Kaltens finery. Who let these two in here? he roared.
We sort of let ourselves in, Platime, Sparhawk told him, thrusting his sword back under his belt and turning up his eye patch so that it no longer impaired his vision.
Well, you can sort of let yourselves back out again.
That wouldnt be convenient right now, Im afraid, Sparhawk told him.
The gross man in the orange doublet snapped his fingers, and the people lining the wall stood up. Youre badly outnumbered, my friend. Platime looked around suggestively at his cohorts.
Thats been happening fairly often lately, Kalten said with his hand on the hilt of his broadsword.
Platimes eyes narrowed. Your clothes and that sword dont exactly match, he said.
And I try so hard to co-ordinate my attire, Kalten sighed.
Just who are you two? Platime asked suspiciously. This one is dressed like a courtier, but I dont think hes really one of those walking butterflies from the palace.
He sees right to the core of things, doesnt he? Kalten said to Sparhawk. He looked at Platime. Actually, were Pandions, he said.
Church Knights? I thought it might be something like that. Why the fancy clothes, then?
Were both fairly well known, Sparhawk told him. We wanted to be able to move around without being recognized.
Platime looked meaningfully at Kaltens blood-stained doublet. It looks to me as if somebody saw through your disguises, he said, or maybe you just frequent the wrong taverns. Who stabbed you?
A church soldier. Kalten shrugged. He got in a lucky thrust. Do you mind if I sit down? Im feeling a little shaky for some reason.
Somebody bring him a stool, Platime shouted. Then he looked back at the two of them. Why would Church Knights and church soldiers be fighting? he asked.
Palace politics. Sparhawk shrugged. They get a little murky sometimes.
Thats Gods own truth. Whats your business here?
We need a place to stay for a while, Sparhawk told him. He looked around. This cellar of yours ought to work out fairly well.
Sorry, friend. I can sympathize with a man whos just had a run-in with the church soldiers, but Im conducting a business here, and theres no room for outsiders. Platime looked at Kalten, who had just sunk down on a stool that a ragged beggar had brought him. Did you kill the man who stabbed you?
He did. Kalten pointed at Sparhawk. I killed a few others, but my friend here did most of the fighting.
Why dont we get down to business? Sparhawk said. I think you owe my family a debt, Platime.
I dont have any dealings with nobles, Platime replied, except to cut a few of their throats from time to time so its unlikely that I owe your family a thing.
This debt has nothing to do with money. A long time ago, some church soldiers were hanging you. My father stopped them.
Platime blinked. Youre Sparhawk? he said in surprise. You dont look that much like your father.
Its his nose, Kalten said. When you break a mans nose, you change his whole appearance. Why were the soldiers hanging you?
It was all a misunderstanding. I knifed a fellow. He wasnt wearing his uniform, so I didnt know he was an officer in the primates guard. He looked disgusted. And all he had in his purse were two silver coins and a handful of copper.
Do you acknowledge the debt? Sparhawk pressed.
Platime pulled at his coarse black beard. I guess I do, he admitted.
Well stay here, then.
Thats all you want?
Not quite. Were looking for a man a fellow named Krager. Your beggars are all over town, and I want them to look for him.
Fair enough. Can you describe him?
I can do better than that. I can show him to you.
That doesnt exactly make sense, friend.
It will in a minute. Have you got a basin of some kind and some clean water?
I think I can manage that. What have you got in mind?
Hes going to make an image of Kragers face in the water, Kalten said. Its an old trick.
Platime looked impressed. Ive heard that you Pandions are all wizards, but Ive never seen anything like that before.
Sparhawks better at it than I am, Kalten admitted.
One of the beggars furnished a chipped basin filled with slightly cloudy water. Sparhawk set the basin on the floor and concentrated for a moment, muttering the Styric words of the spell under his breath. Then he passed his hand slowly over the basin, and Kragers puffy-looking face appeared.
Now that is really something to see, Platime marvelled.
Its not too difficult, Sparhawk said modestly. Have your people here look at it. I cant keep it there forever.
How long can you hold it?
Ten minutes or so. It starts to break up after that.
Talen! the fat man shouted. Come here.
A grubby-looking boy of about ten slouched across the room. His tunic was ragged and dirty, but he wore a long, red satin waistcoat that had been fashioned by cutting the sleeves off a doublet. There were several knife-holes in it. What do you want? he asked insolently.
Can you copy that? Platime asked, pointing at the basin.
Of course I can, but why should I?
Because Ill box your ears if you dont.
Talen grinned at him. Youd have to catch me first, fat man, and I can run faster than you can.
Sparhawk dug a finger into a pocket of his leather jerkin and took out a small silver coin. Would this make it worth your while? he asked, holding up the coin.
Talens eyes brightened. For that, Ill give you a masterpiece, he promised.
All we want is accuracy.
Whatever you say, my patron. Talen bowed mockingly. Ill go and get my things.
Is he really any good? Kalten asked Platime after the boy had scurried over to one of the cots lining the wall.
Platime shrugged. Im not an art critic, he said. He spends all his time drawing pictures, though when he isnt begging or stealing.
Isnt he a little young for your line of work?
Platime laughed. Hes got the nimblest fingers in Cimmura, he said. He could steal your eyes right out of their sockets, and you wouldnt even miss them until you went to look closely at something.
Ill keep that in mind, Kalten said.
It could be too late, my friend. Werent you wearing a ring when you came in?
Kalten blinked, then raised his blood-stained left hand and stared at it. There was no ring on the hand.
Chapter 6
Kalten winced. Easy, Sparhawk, he said. That really hurts.
It has to be cleaned before I can bandage it, Sparhawk replied, continuing to wipe the cut on his friends side with a wine-soaked cloth.
But do you have to do it so hard?
Platime waddled around the smoky fire pit and stood over the cot where Kalten lay. Is he going to be all right? he asked.
Probably, Sparhawk replied. Hes had the blood let out of him a few times before, and he usually recovers. He laid aside the cloth and picked up a long strip of linen. Sit up, he told his friend.
Kalten grunted and pushed himself into a sitting position. Sparhawk began to wind the strip about his waist.
Not so tight, Kalten said. I have to be able to breathe.
Quit complaining.
Were those church soldiers after you for any particular reason? Platime asked. Or were they just amusing themselves?
They had reasons, Sparhawk told him as he knotted Kaltens bandage. Weve managed to be fairly offensive to Primate Annias lately.
Good for you. I dont know how you noblemen feel about him, but the common people all hate him.
We moderately despise him.
Thats one thing we all have in common then. Is there any chance that Queen Ehlana might recover?
Were working on that.
Platime sighed. I think shes our only hope, Sparhawk. Otherwise Annias is going to run Elenia to suit himself, and that would really be too bad.
Patriotism, Platime? Kalten asked.
Just because Im a thief and a murderer doesnt mean that Im disloyal. I respect the crown as much as any man in the kingdom. I even respected Aldreas, weak as he was. Platimes eyes grew sly. Did his sister ever really seduce him? he asked. There were all kinds of rumours.
Sparhawk shrugged. Thats sort of hard to say.
She went absolutely wild after your father forced Aldreas to marry Queen Ehlanas mother, you know. Platime sniggered. She was totally convinced that she was going to marry her brother and get control of the throne.
Isnt that sort of illegal? Kalten asked.
Annias said that hed found a way around the law. Anyway, after Aldreas got married, Arissa ran away from the palace. They found her a few weeks later in that cheap brothel over by the river. Just about everybody in Cimmura had tried her before they dragged her out of the place. He squinted at them. What did they finally do with her anyway? Chop off her head?
No, Sparhawk told him. Shes cloistered in the nunnery at Demos. Theyre very strict there.
At least shes getting some rest. From what I hear, the Princess Arissa was a very busy young woman. He straightened and pointed at a nearby cot. You can use that one, he told Sparhawk. Ive got every thief and beggar in Cimmura out looking for this Krager fellow of yours. If he sets foot in the streets, well know about it within an hour. In the meantime, you might as well get some sleep.
Sparhawk nodded and rose to his feet. Are you all right? he asked Kalten.
Im fine.
Do you need anything?
How about some beer just to restore all the blood I lost, of course.
It was impossible to tell what time it was since the cellar had no windows. Sparhawk felt a light touch and came awake immediately, catching the hand that had touched him.
The grubby-looking boy, Talen, made a sour face. Never try to pick a pocket when youre shivering, he said. He mopped the rain out of his face. Its really a miserable morning out there, he added.
Were you looking for anything in particular in my pockets?
No, not really just anything that might turn up.
Would you like to give me back my friends ring?
Oh, I suppose so. I only took it to keep in practice anyway. Talen reached inside the wet tunic and drew out Kaltens ring. I cleaned the blood off it for him, he said, admiring it.
Hell appreciate that.
Oh, by the way, I found that fellow you were looking for.
Krager? Where?
Hes staying in a brothel in Lion Street.
A brothel?
Maybe he needs affection.
Sparhawk sat up. He touched his horsehair beard to make sure it was still in place. Lets go talk to Platime.
Do you want me to wake your friend?
Let him sleep. Im not going to take him out in the rain in his condition anyway.
Platime was snoring in his chair, but his eyes opened instantly when Talen touched his shoulder.
The boy found Krager, Sparhawk told him.
Youre going after him, I suppose?
Sparhawk nodded.
Do you think the primates soldiers are still looking for you?
Probably.
And they know what you look like?
Yes.
You wont get very far then.
Ill have to chance it.
Platime, Talen said.
What?
Do you remember that time when we had to get Weasel out of town in a hurry?
Platime grunted, scratching at his paunch and looking speculatively at Sparhawk. How much are you attached to that beard? he asked.
Not too much. Why?
If youd be willing to shave it off, I know a way you might be able to move around Cimmura without being recognized.
Sparhawk began pulling off chunks of the false beard.
Platime laughed. You really arent attached to it, are you? He looked at Talen. Go and get what hell need out of the bin.
Talen went to a large wooden box in the corner of the cellar and started rummaging around inside as Sparhawk finished removing the beard. When the boy came back, he was carrying a ragged-looking cloak and a pair of shoes that were little more than rotting leather bags.
How much of the rest of your face will come off? Platime asked.
Sparhawk took the ragged cloak from Talen and poured some of Platimes wine on one corner. Then he vigorously scrubbed his face, removing the remnants of Sephrenias glue and the purple scar.
The nose? Platime asked.
No. Thats real.
How did it get broken?
Its a long story.
Platime shrugged. Take off your boots and those leather breeches. Youll wear the cloak and those shoes.
Sparhawk pulled off his boots and peeled off the leather hose. Talen draped the cloak around him, then pulled one corner across the front and fastened it to the opposite shoulder so that it covered Sparhawks body and reached about haltway to his knees.
Platime squinted at him. Put on the shoes and rub some dirt on your legs. You look a bit too clean. Talen went back to the bin and returned with a scuffed leather cap, a long, slender stick and a length of dirty sackcloth.