While Red-vest howled in pain and fell back, his companion came rushing in, his sword cocked back over his shoulder. James danced backward for two steps, and as the man let fly with his wide swing designed to decapitate the young squire James leaned forward in a move he had learned from the Prince, his left hand touching the stones to aid his balance and his right hand extending out. The attackers sword passed harmlessly over Jamess head and he ran onto the point of Jamess rapier. The mans eyes widened in shock and he came to an abrupt halt, looked down in disbelief, then collapsed to his knees. James pulled his sword point free and the man toppled over.
The other brigand caught James by surprise coming over the shoulder of his collapsing friend, and James barely ducked away from a thrust that would have certainly split his head. He took a glancing blow on his left shoulder, still sore from the beating he had taken at the hands of the Nighthawks, and gasped at the unexpected pain. The hilt of the knife had struck, so there was no blood his tunic wasnt even ripped but damn it, he thought, it hurt!
Jamess training and battle-honed reflexes took over, and he turned with the attacker, his sword lashing out again as the man went by, and stood behind him as he too went down to his knees, then toppled over. James didnt even have to look to know his sword had cut Red-vests throat in a single motion.
James wiped his sword off on the shirt of the first man he had killed and returned it to its sheath. Rubbing his sore left shoulder, he shook his head and muttered, Idiots, quietly under his breath. Resuming his journey he marvelled, not for the first time, at humanitys capacity for stupidity. For every gifted, brilliant man like Prince Arutha, there seemed to be a hundred no, make that a thousand stupid men.
Better than most men in the Princes court, James understood the petty motives and narrow appetites of most citizens. As he turned his back on the two dead men, he acknowledged to himself that most of the population were decent people, people who were tainted by only a little larceny, a small lie about taxes owed, a little shorting of a measure, but in the main they were good.
But he had seen the worst and best of the rest, and had gone from a fraternity of men bent on trivial gain by any means, including murder, to a fellowship of men who would sacrifice even their own lives for the greater good.
His ambition was to be like them, to be noble by strength of purpose and clarity of vision rather than by accident of birth. He wanted one day to be remembered as a great defender of the Kingdom.
Ironically, he considered how unlikely it was that that would ever happen, given his current circumstance. He was now commissioned to create a company of spies, intelligence men who were to act on behalf of the Crown. He doubted Prince Arutha would appreciate him telling the ladies and gentleman of the court about it.
Still, he reminded himself as he turned another corner glancing automatically into the shadows to see if anyone lurked there the deed was the thing, not the praise.
Absently rubbing his right shoulder with his left hand, he noted how it had been overstrained by the swordplay. The little exercise with the two brigands was reminding him he wasnt fully healed from his recent ordeal in the desert at the hands of the Nighthawks a band of fanatic assassins. He had been up and around within days of returning to Krondor, but he was still feeling not quite right after three weeks. And two sore shoulders would continue to remind him of it all for a couple of days, at least.
Sighing aloud, James muttered to himself: Not as spry as I once was, I fear.
He cut through another alley that brought him around the corner to the street leading to the North Gate. He found himself passing the door of a new orphanage, recently opened by the Order of Dala, the goddess known as Shield to the Weak. The sign above the door featured a yellow shield with the Orders mark upon it. Princess Anita had been instrumental in helping to secure the title to the building and funding it for the Order. James wondered absently how different his life might have been had he found his way to such a place when his mother had died, rather than ending up in the Guild of Thieves.
In the distance he could see two guardsmen speaking with a solitary young woman. He left off his musings and quickened his pace.
As he approached, he studied the young woman. Several facts were immediately manifest. He had expected a noblewoman of Kesh, bedecked in fine silks and jewellery, with a complement of servants and guards at her disposal. Instead he beheld a solitary figure, wearing clothing far more appropriate for rigorous travel than for court ceremony. She was dark-skinned, not as dark as those who lived farther south in Great Kesh, but darker than was common in Krondor, and in the gloom of night, her dark hair, tied back in a single braid, reflected the flickering torchlight with a gleam like a ravens wing. Her eyes, when they turned upon James, were also dark, almost black in the faint light.
Her bearing and the set of her eyes communicated an intensity that James often admired in others, if it was leavened with intelligence. There could be no doubt of intelligence, else Pug would never have recommended her for the post as Aruthas magical advisor.
She carried a heavy staff of either oak or yew, shod at both ends in iron. It was a weapon of choice among many travellers, especially those who by inclination or lack of time couldnt train in blades and bows. James knew from experience it was not a weapon to be taken lightly; against any but the most heavily-armoured foe a staff could break bones, disarm or render an opponent unconscious. And this woman appeared to have the muscle to wield it effectively. Unlike the ladies of Aruthas court, her bare arms showed the effects of strenuous labour or hours spent in the weapons yard.
As he neared, James summed up his first impression of the new court magician: a striking woman, not pretty but very attractive in an unusual way. Now James understood his friend Williams distress at the news of her appointment to the Princes court. If she had been his first lover, as James suspected, William would not easily put her behind him, not for many years. Given his young friends recent infatuation with Talia, the daughter of a local innkeeper, James chuckled to himself as he surmised that Williams personal life was about to get very interesting. James didnt envy him the discomfort, but knew it would no doubt prove entertaining to witness. He smiled to himself as he closed upon the group.
One of the two guards conversing with the young woman noticed James and greeted him. Well met, Squire. Weve been expectin you.
James nodded and replied, Gentlemen. My thanks for keeping an eye on our guest.
The second guard chimed in. We felt bad, I mean, her bein a noble and all, and havin to wait so long, but we didnt have enough men to send with her to the palace. He indicated the other pair at the far end of the gate.
James appreciated their dilemma. If any of them had left his post, for whatever reason, without permission, the guard captain would have had their ears. Not to worry. Youve done your duty.
Turning to the young woman, James bowed and said, Your pardon, milady, for making you wait. I am Squire James of Krondor.
The young magician smiled and suddenly James reevaluated his appraisal. She was very pretty, if in an unusual fashion for the women of the Western Kingdom. She said, It is I who should apologize for arriving at this unseemly hour, but our caravan was delayed. I am Jazhara, most recently of Stardock.
Glancing around, James said, A pleasure to meet you, Jazhara. Where is your entourage?
At my fathers estates on the edge of the Jal-Pur desert. I had no servants at Stardock and requested none to travel here. I find that the use of servants tends to weaken the will. Since I began studying the mystic arts, I have always travelled alone.
James found the availability of servants one of the key attractions of the Princes court; always having someone around to send on errands or fetch things was very useful. He was also now embarrassed to discover he should have ordered a squad of soldiers to escort Jazhara and himself back to the palace; her rank required such, but he had assumed shed have her own bodyguards in place. Still, if she didnt bring it up, neither would he. He merely said, I quite understand. If you are willing, however, we can leave your baggage under the watch of the guards, and I will arrange to have it brought to the palace in the morning.
That will be fine. Shall we go?
He decided to avoid shortcuts and keep to the broader thoroughfares. It would take a bit longer to reach the palace, but would afford them safer travel. He suspected that in addition to knowing how to use that staff to good effect, Jazhara probably had several nasty magicians tricks at her disposal, but the risk of an international incident to save a few minutes walk wasnt worth it.
Deciding that being direct was his best course, James asked, What does your great-uncle think of this appointment?
Jazhara smiled. I do not know, but I suspect he is less than happy. Since he was already unhappy that I chose to study at Stardock over my fathers objections rather than marry a suitable young lord, I fear Ive likely put him in a dark mood.
James smiled. Having met your great-uncle on a few occasions, I should think youd want to stay on his good side.
With a slight twist of her lips, Jazhara said, To the world he is the mighty Lord Hazara-Khan, a man to be dreaded by those who put their own interests ahead of the Empires. To me he is Uncle Rachman Raka I called him because I couldnt manage his name when I was little and he can deny me little. He wanted to marry me off to a minor prince of the Imperial House, a distant cousin to the Empress, but when I threatened to run away if he sent me south, he relented.
James chuckled. They rounded a corner and headed down a large boulevard that would eventually lead them back to the palace.
After only a few minutes, James found himself enjoying the company of this young woman from Kesh. She was quick, observant, keen-eyed, and witty. Her banter was clever and entertaining without the acerbic, nasty edge one found so often among the nobles of the Princes court.
Unfortunately, she was too entertaining: James suddenly realized he had turned a corner a few streets back without thinking and now they were in the area he had planned on avoiding.
What is it? Jazhara asked.
James turned and grinned at her, a grin that could barely be seen in the faint glow of a distant lantern hanging outside an inn. Youre very perceptive, milady.
Its part of the trade, sir, she replied, her voice a mix of playfulness and caution. Is something wrong?
I just got caught up in our discourse and without thought turned us into a part of the city it might be best to avoid at this hour.
James noticed a very slight shift in the way she held her staff, but her voice remained calm. Are we in danger?
Most probably not, but one never knows in Krondor. Best to be alert. We shall be at the palace in a few minutes.
Without comment, they both picked up the pace slightly, and hurried along, each watching the side of the street for possible assailants in the gloom, James taking the left, Jazhara the right.
They had rounded the corner that put them in sight of the palace district when a sound echoed off to Jamess left. He turned and as he did so he recognized the trap: a pebble being tossed from the right.
As he turned back towards Jazhara, a small figure darted from the shadows. Jazhara had also spun to look in the same direction as James and was slow to recover.
The assailant darted close, a blade flashed, and suddenly a child was running down the street clutching Jazharas purse.
James had been prepared for an attack, so it took an instant for him to realize that a street urchin had robbed Jazhara. Hey! Stop! Come back here! he shouted after the fleeing child.
We have to stop him, said Jazhara. Besides a few coins, my purse has items which could prove fatal to a child.
James didnt hesitate.
He knew the city as well as any man, and after a moments pursuit, he slowed. What is it? asked Jazhara.
If memory serves, he just ducked into a dead end.
They turned into the alley after the cutpurse and saw no sign of him.
Hes gone! Jazhara exclaimed.
James laughed. Not quite.
He moved to what looked to be some heavy crates, and reached around behind them, pulling away a piece of cloth tacked to the back. With a quick motion, in case the young thief was inclined to use the blade to defend himself, James snatched a thin arm.
Let me go! shouted a young girl who looked no older than ten, dressed in rags. She dropped her blade and Jazharas purse on the cobbles.
James knew it was a ruse to get him to release her arm and pick up the purse, so he held firm. If youre going to be a thief, you must learn who to mark and who to leave be.
He turned to block her path if she tried to run and held her arm loosely. Kneeling so that he was at eye level with her, he asked, Whats your name, sweetheart?
Quickly sensing that this man and woman werent trying to harm her, the girl relaxed slightly. Nita, she said with a tiny hint of defiance. Mommy called me that after Prince Ruthas wife, Nita.
James couldnt help but smile. He knew Princess Anita would be flattered to hear of that tiny honour. Im Squire James, and this is Jazhara, the court mage.
The girl seemed less than reassured at being confronted by two members of the court. Are you going to take me to jail?
James, said Jazhara, youre not going to put this child in jail, are you?
With mock seriousness, James said, By rights I should. A dangerous criminal like this preying on innocent people at night!
The childs eyes widened slightly, but she stood unafraid and didnt flinch. James softened his tone. No, child. Well not put you in jail. Theres a place we could take you, if you like. Its called the Sign of the Yellow Shield. They take care of children like you.
The reaction was instantaneous. No! No! Youre just like the other men. Youre just like the bad men! She struck at Jamess face with her free hand, and tried to pull away.
James hung on. Hold on! Hold it! Stop hitting me for a minute.
The girl ceased hitting him, but still kept tugging. James slowly let go of her arm and held up his hands, palms out, showing that he was not going to grab her again. Look, Nita, if you want to stay here thats fine. Were not going to hurt you, he said softly.
Jazhara asked, Who were you talking about, Nita? Who were the bad men?
The girl looked up at the mage and said, They say theyre like the Yellow Shield, and all good children go with them, but they hurt me! Her eyes started to fill with tears, but her voice was firm.