The Shifter Part 6

A glint in the cloth caught my eye. Three copper coins stuck in the bottom, as if someone was trying to hide them from me. I glanced at the closed door. Maybe Danello expected me to take the bundle and leave, and not find them until later.

The food and bed were more than payment enough. I hadn't done much, and I'd hurt the whole family doing it. Still...

I picked up a coin and ran my thumb over the etched lion on one side. A Geveg deni, not a Baseeri oppa. In the poorer districts, Geveg coins bought more than Baseer money, just to spite the Duke. Would it be enough to get my room back? Or any room? I'd share if I had to; sleep in s.h.i.+fts with someone who worked nights. I pocketed the money and added "go straight to Millie's and see what I can get" to my list of ch.o.r.es.

I glanced at Danello's door again. It was only polite to say good-bye, but my feet refused to move. He knew I was here, and if he'd wanted to see me off, he'd have been there when I woke up. My hand slipped into my pocket and rubbed the coins again. Why would he even want want to see me? I was just hired help, and I'd been paid for my services. It was time to go. to see me? I was just hired help, and I'd been paid for my services. It was time to go.

My muscles fought me every step down the stairs, burning as if I'd run three times around Geveg. It was tempting to spend one of my coins on a pole boat to the League, but money didn't come easy and the poleman probably wouldn't take a deni anyway. Sore or not, I had good legs and feet to carry me.

I paused in the doorway, scanning every person, every bush, every hiding place in sight. No fancy men. I crept outside, staying in the crowds as much as possible. The sun filtered through a hazy sky, gray as the slate lining the League's antechamber. Puddles of water shone like mirrors on the sidewalk. I continued checking corners and bushes, but if the fancy men were there, they were hiding well; not a flash of yellow or green anywhere. Would they approach me today or keep lurking like a pair of hungry crocs?

I paused across the bridge from the League on the west side of Grand Ca.n.a.l. If the fancy men were from the League, then going inside was as foolish as spending money on a pole boat. Safer to get a message to Tali and have her meet me someplace a lot easier to get into than the gardens. The birthday ruse wouldn't work twice in a row.

A pa.s.sing Baseeri jostled me, and my rib pain woke up bright and sharp. There'd be no running from Elders today.

So: risk going to the League, or hide and hope Tali came looking for me? Both ideas stank like bilge water.

Laughter from the League's side yard caught my attention. Wards! They played in the small courtyard facing the bay, and a set of boys were knocking a ball around with sticks. Tight bunches of girls stood near the sh.o.r.e talking. I spotted Enzie in a group in the middle.

I waited for another good-sized swell in the crowd and merged with them, making my way toward the League behind a man with a crippled arm. A wrought iron fence surrounded the courtyard; too high for rebellious wards to climb and go wandering, but wide enough between the bars to carry on a conversation.

"Enzie!" I waved, looking out for mentors and fancy men. It took four waves to get her attention. She saw me and froze like a spooked cat. After a few nervous glances around the yard, she scurried over.

"Nya!" She kept checking the doors leading into the League, but stood between me and the building, her hands on her hips. With the puffy sleeves she made a pretty good wall to hide behind.

"Could you get Tali for me, please? I really need her."

She looked at the doors again, a lot more fear in her eyes than normal ward-mentor wariness. "Now?"

"I'm sorry, but it's important."

A pause, then a quick nod. "Okay, but stay out of sight. The mentors are clingy today. Something has them arguing and hovering over us worse than mosquitoes."

More missing apprentices? She dashed off before I could ask. I moved away from the fence, to avoid any mentors who might pop out to check on the wards. It was possible someone might spot me from any of the dozen or so windows. I hoped they didn't look out much.

I kept an eye on the League doors and windows for a while. Too many towers to watch. Tali used to gush about the spires at each of the four corners, even drew me pictures of the intricate leaf patterns carved into the stone along the tops of the pillars. Mama had loved the dome and the way it looked like it was floating over the building. She said the tall, wide windows underneath the dome gave that illusion. Papa had liked the arches, and there were plenty of those. Arches over the windows, the doors, the hallways. Looked like the whole League was stretching up to grab the sun.

Though I tried not to, I looked at the wing where the Luminary's office was. It had the best view of the city, overlooking the lake and the mountains along the sh.o.r.e. Sometimes when Mama had been too busy, I used to sit on the floor in that office, my face against the gla.s.s while Grannyma worked at her huge desk. People hadn't been scared when she she was Luminary. was Luminary.

"Nya!" Enzie raced toward me, and her worried expression said it wasn't good news.

I limped back to the fence. "Did you find her?"

"No, no one's seen her."

The fish cakes turned to rock in my belly. "She wasn't on rounds? Or in her room?"

"No." Lip trembling, Enzie reached through the bars and grabbed my hand. "And I couldn't find any of her friends either. I asked some of the round's leaders about Tali and they said she's fine, but they didn't tell me where she was. And they looked nervous that I asked."

The door banged open and several mentors dashed out. Their dark heads swiveled back and forth over the courtyard. Enzie gasped and squeezed my hand tighter.

"I don't believe them, Nya, not anymore. She vanished, she and the others." She glanced at the mentors again. "You'd better vanish too!"

FIVE.

"Wait!" I called after Enzie, but she was already running away, hiding herself in the ma.s.s of green with the other wards. Two mentors herded them up while one cut through toward me. He wasn't one of the old ones I could outrun. I limped for the safety of the sidewalk crowd, weaving between fat refugees and skinny day workers. I tripped over a waddling two-year-old and nearly splatted on my face.

"Watch it, 'Veg!" the mother snapped.

"Sorry!" What had I done? The fancy men were supposed to be after me me, not Tali. How could they have s.n.a.t.c.hed her from the League? The League had real guards with solid Baseeri steel weapons to protect it. Folks couldn't just vanis.h.!.+

Vada's gone.... The fourth apprentice to vanish this week....

I stumbled again, but caught myself on a farmer with a basket of bananas under one arm. He glared and shook me off.

Apprentices were disappearing from the League. Tali made five. For the love of Saint Saea, how could five apprentices go missing in one week and no one notice? Breath caught in my throat, and I ducked behind a pillar past the edge of the League's fence, out of sight from a pair of soldiers. Maybe the Elders had had noticed and couldn't do anything about it. The Duke could keep them quiet if he wanted to. Was he stealing Geveg's apprentices and sending them to Verlatta? noticed and couldn't do anything about it. The Duke could keep them quiet if he wanted to. Was he stealing Geveg's apprentices and sending them to Verlatta?

Oh, Tali!

I risked a look back. The mentor was shooing the last of the wards inside the League.

My chest tightened and I understood how a reed rat felt, squeezed in a python's coils. All my skin flashed hot, then cold. It was my fault. I'd led the fancy man right to Tali. He must have followed her back from the gardens, s.n.a.t.c.hed her before she got to the League. He was even at the League yesterday morning! Probably picking his targets, finding apprentices who would be easy to kidnap.

"Where are you?" I muttered, staggering away from the fence. He had to be close-he'd been close since yesterday, watching me.

I stood in the middle of the bridge between the League and the basic-goods shops, turning a slow circle and scanning the edges of bushes and buildings. So what if the soldiers saw me? They weren't the ones kidnapping Takers-those fancy men were, and when I got my hands on one, I'd make him tell me where Tali was or else-and I had enough pain left to make that "or else" something to reckon with.

No yellow or green silk flashed in the bushes.

Or at the corner of any building.

Or anywhere that I could see. I climbed onto the wall of a bridge. Gray water rushed under me, while folks with nervous stares hurried past me. One of the soldiers glanced my way, nudged his partner, and pointed. My muscles gave out, and I sagged to the damp stone road. Thankfully, the soldier looked away.

"Oh, Tali." I had to find her, and my best chance to do that was to find a fancy man. It all made too much sense to be a coincidence. He had had to be a tracker. to be a tracker.

Aylin! Maybe she'd seen him again. All the Baseeri went to the show house. They were the only ones left who could afford it.

I jumped down. My thigh flared hot, shooting needles down to my toes and up into my belly. I paused, letting the pain subside, then limped my way to the show house.

Aylin was there, dressed in blue with long feathers dangling off her skirt and sleeves. Her hair was piled on her head, with a few long strands left free to blow in the wind as she twirled and danced.

She smiled as I approached. "Morning."

"Tali's missing." Tears blinded me, and I wiped them away.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I went to see her, but she wasn't there. Enzie said she was gone, and no one would say where." I kept wiping my eyes, but there were too many tears. And now my nose was running.

"Maybe she went on a heal call?"

"No, something bad is going on. Have you seen a fancy man in yellow and green silk here today? He was here yesterday, over by the pain merchant's shop. Did you see him?"

Aylin blinked at me, her dark red lips a wide circle of confusion. "A what?"

I told her about the fancy man and all his watching. About the missing apprentices, Tali's fear over Vada, and the Duke's a.s.sa.s.sins. It sounded crazy, but Aylin had lived through it all before, just as I had.

She rubbed one of the two beaded bracelets she always wore. "Nya, you have to be careful. People don't follow other people for fun."

"I know that, but I have to find him."

"No you don't. You have to make sure he doesn't find you." She hugged herself and glanced up and down the street. "You have no idea what he wants."

"He wants Healers."

"Then why is he following you?"

I bit my tongue. I'd all but admitted I was a Taker, though with luck, Aylin wouldn't realize what my slip really meant.

"Because of Tali," I said. "He knows I have access to Healers. He's seen me with them."

"But he can get all the Healers he wants at the League. There's no reason for him to-"

"Aylin, I don't know!" I said, probably more harshly than I should have. I took a deep breath. "All I know is that there's a good chance he knows where Tali is. He has to tell me. I'll force him if I have to."

"If he's a tracker, you can't force him to do anything."

But I could. I snapped my mouth shut before something else stupid spilled out. "I have to find her, Aylin."

She twirled a loose strand of hair and stared upward, brows wrinkled, lips mashed. "Are you sure she isn't on a heal call?"

"They would have told Enzie that."

"Not if they didn't want anyone to know. Maybe she had to go heal someone important, or in secret-like the Governor-General."

"He has his own Healers from Baseer. And what about the other missing apprentices?"

"Maybe they didn't tell her. Maybe it's all secret."

"Three maybes don't sound like truth to me."

She put her hands on my shoulders. "Don't panic-let me ask around and see what I can find out. Maybe you're worrying for nothing."

"That's four."

"Stop that. None of this makes any sense, so we're missing something. I know a guard at the League. Maybe he knows something." She stabbed one finger in front of my nose before I could say "five." "He'll be able to get me inside either way, and I can ask around."

"Won't you lose your job if you leave?" Tough as it was for me to find work, Aylin would have it tougher. People didn't like any Gevegian who worked for a Baseeri, and even worse, the owner of the show house was the Governor-General's brother. Aylin pretended not to care, but I saw the hurt look in her eyes when folks called her names. Probably wouldn't be so bad if they'd let her work inside, where only Baseeri would see her, even if Aylin did insist she was a lot safer outside.

"I'll be fine. My lunch break is coming up. I can go early."

"Be careful."

"I'll be okay." She hugged me, and I caught a whiff of jasmine. "It's you who needs to be careful. Whoever this man following you is, he's up to no good, so stay hidden."

"But I need to talk to him."

"Not alone. Wait for me to get back, and we'll look for him together." She grabbed my face in both hands. They trembled against my cheeks. "Promise me, Nya? Promise me you'll stay out of sight?"

I nodded.

"Wait for me in the Sanctuary on Beacon Walk. You should be safe there."

I doubted it, but it gave me more time in the open to spot my fancy men.

No one had jumped out at me by the time I reached the Sanctuary. I cast one last look around before slipping inside. My footsteps echoed in the marble hall, forcing me to an embarra.s.sed tiptoe. The low ceiling loomed above me, reminding me to show proper respect to the Seven Sisters. The builders had sure done their job, 'cause by the time the hall opened into the domed centrum, I wouldn't have spoken above a whisper if the room were on fire.

I crossed the geometric flower gracing the middle of the room-six overlapping circles centered under a seventh. The glazed tiles sparkled even in the weak light from the arched windows. Curved wooden benches radiated outward, two rows facing each of seven alcoves, in which statues of the Seven Sisters stood, staring with blank eyes.

On the left, Saint Moed had her twin swords crossed above her head, though she'd done nothing to defend Geveg against the Duke when we needed her. Beside her, Saint Vergeef had one hand in a basket of pears, the other outstretched in offering. Cruel when so many went hungry. Saint Erlice had the smug look of one who never told a lie, not even to make someone feel better.

The right side wasn't any better. Saint Vertroue planted her staff in the marble block at her feet, both hands gripping it and daring anyone to try to get past her. So much for her fort.i.tude. Many had pa.s.sed her, and she'd never once pulled her staff from the stone to stop them. Saint Gedu patiently leaned against her alcove, clearly in no hurry to save anybody from anything. Saint Malwe smiled modestly, lids and eyes cast down as if embarra.s.sed to have folks wors.h.i.+pping at her feet.

In the center of the six was Saint Saea, hands open as if apologizing. The mother of mercy, the grannyma of "sorry it had to turn out this way," the one who made you think that this time it would be different.

Saints and sinners, this was the creepiest place in Geveg. All those blank eyes watching and judging you, even though they they did nothing when people needed help. I couldn't help but wonder what they saw in me. did nothing when people needed help. I couldn't help but wonder what they saw in me.

I grabbed a seat by Saint Saea between an old man with far too much hair in his ears and a box of water-soaked prayer books. Shame, 'cause I could have used a prayer.

So I made one up.

Please let Tali be okay. Please let her be off at a heal call, standing in the bedroom of a snooty Baseeri aristocrat who thinks he's too good to go to the League. Please let me be wrong about the fancy men.

Uneven footsteps echoed behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder. No fancy men, just a bent and twisted woman who had no reason to think the Saints cared. Another dumb soul like me, hoping for answers. If she could remember her prayers, maybe she'd she'd find some. I closed my eyes and the murmured words of others drifted to me, gentle reminders of what I used to say when I was small, and Tali smaller. find some. I closed my eyes and the murmured words of others drifted to me, gentle reminders of what I used to say when I was small, and Tali smaller.

Saint Saea, Sister of Compa.s.sion, hear my prayer.

Nothing else came. I sighed and prayed from the heart.

Bless me with the wisdom to find Tali. Guide me to a fancy man who...who knows what I need to know. Give me the strength to choke it out of him if I have to.

I winced. Maybe I should have asked Saint Moed that part.