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"You were right, but not for all the right reasons," she said. She sipped her ootai again, and Azoth thought she'd forgotten his original question, or that she hoped he had. Then she said, "To get Durzo's treasure, the G.o.dking kidnapped Vonda and proposed a trade: the treasure for Vonda's life. Durzo decided that his treasure was more important, so he let her die. But something happened, and Durzo lost his treasure too. So Vonda died for no reason whatsoever."

"You're mad at him," Azoth said.

Momma K's voice had no inflection whatever, and her eyes were dead. "It was a great treasure, Azoth. If I were Durzo, I might've done the same, except for one thing...." She looked away. "Vonda was my little sister."

13

Solon caught the edge of the halberd with his long sword and heaved it aside, then stepped in and kicked one of Logan's men in the stomach. A few years ago, that kick would have reached his helmet. He supposed he should be thankful that he could beat the Gyre's guards at all, but that was what came of having as his best friends a prophet and a second-echelon blade master. Feir would have words about how fat I've let myself get. And slow. Feir would have words about how fat I've let myself get. And slow.



"My lord," Wendel North said, approaching the fighting men.

Logan stepped away from a match he was losing and Solon followed him. The steward gave Solon a flat stare, but didn't protest his presence. "Milord, your mother has just returned."

"Oh? Where was she, Wendel, uh, I mean, Master North?" Logan asked. With the men, he did better, but acting the lord to a man who had probably been in charge of spanking him a few weeks ago was beyond Logan right now. Solon didn't allow himself to grin, though. Let Lady Gyre undermine Logan's authority. He would have no part of that.

"She spoke with the queen."

"Why?"

"She put forth a pet.i.tion for guardians.h.i.+p."

"What?" Solon asked.

"She is asking the crown to appoint her to be d.u.c.h.ess until the duke returns, or until my lord reaches the age of majority-which in this country, Master Tofusin, is twenty-one."

"But we have my father's letters appointing me," Logan said. "The king can't interfere with a house's appointments unless they're guilty of treason."

Wendel North pushed his gla.s.ses up his nose nervously. "That's not altogether true, milord."

Solon looked back at the guards, who were beginning to quit sparring and drift closer. "Back to it, dogs!" They jumped to obey.

"The king may appoint a guardian to an underage lord if the previous lord of that house hasn't left the necessary provisions," Wendel said. "It comes down to this: your father left two copies of the letter appointing you lord in his absence. He gave one to your mother, and the other to me. As soon as I heard where Lady Catrinna went, I checked my copy, which I kept under lock and key. It's gone. Forgive me, Lord Gyre," The steward flushed. "I swear I had no part in this. I thought I had the only key."

"What did the queen say?" Solon asked.

Wendel blinked. As Solon had guessed, Wendel knew, but he hadn't wanted to let Solon know how extensive his network of eyes-and-ears was. After a moment, the steward said, "The matter might have been handled fairly easily, but the king doesn't let the queen make any decisions without him. He interrupted them while they were speaking. He said that he would take the matter under advis.e.m.e.nt. I'm sorry. I don't know what that means."

"I'm afraid I do," Solon said.

"What?" Logan asked.

"Who's your family's solicitor?"

"I asked you first," Logan said.

"Boy!"

"Count Rimbold Drake," Logan said, sulking a little.

"It means we need to speak with Count Drake. Now."

"Do I have to wear the shoes?" Azoth asked. He didn't like shoes. You couldn't feel the ground to know how slick it was, and they pinched.

"Nah, we'll go see Count Drake with you wearing a n.o.bleman's tunic and barefoot," Durzo said.

"Really?"

"No."

For all the times Azoth had envied the merchants' and lords' sons at the markets, he'd never thought of how uncomfortable their clothes were. But Durzo was his master now, and he was already impatient with how long it was taking Azoth to get ready, so Azoth kept his mouth shut. He hadn't been Durzo's apprentice for long, and he still worried the wetboy would throw him out.

They walked across Vanden Bridge to the east side. To Azoth, it was a revelation. He'd never even tried to cross Vanden Bridge and hadn't believed the guild rats who claimed to have made it past the guards. On the east side of the river, there were no ruins, no empty buildings at all. There were no beggars on the streets. It smelled different, foreign, alien. Azoth couldn't smell the manure of the cattle yards at all. Even the gutters were different. There was only one every third street, and none in the major streets. People didn't just throw their slops and sewage out the windows and let them acc.u.mulate until they gradually flowed away. Here, they carried them to the third street and dumped them there to flow down stone channels in the cobblestone streets so that even those streets were safe to walk in. Most alarming, though, was that the people smelled wrong. Men didn't smell of sweat and their labors. When a woman pa.s.sed, she smelled only lightly of perfume rather than overpoweringly of it with the stale odors of sweat and s.e.x laced underneath. When Azoth asked Blint about it, the wetboy just said, "You're going to be a lot of work, aren't you?"

They pa.s.sed a wide building that was billowing steam. Glistening, perfectly coifed men and women were emerging. Azoth didn't even ask. "It's a bath house," Blint said. "Another Ceuran import. The only difference is that here the men and women bathe separately, except in Momma K's, of course."

The owner of the Tipsy Tart greeted Blint as Master Tulii. He answered her with an accent and an effete att.i.tude and ordered his carriage brought around.

Once they were under way, Azoth asked, "Where are we going? Who's Count Drake?"

"He's an old friend, a n.o.ble who has to work for a living. He's a solicitor." When Azoth looked puzzled, Master Blint said, "A solicitor is a man who does worse things within the law than most crooks do outside it. But he's a good man. He's going to help me make you useful." does worse things within the law than most crooks do outside it. But he's a good man. He's going to help me make you useful."

"Master?" Azoth asked. "How's Doll Girl?"

"She's not your problem anymore. You're not to ask about her again." A minute pa.s.sed as the streets rolled by. Durzo finally said, "She's in bad shape, but she'll live."

He said nothing more until they were shown into the count's tiny estate.

Count Drake was a kindly looking man of perhaps forty. He had a pince nez tucked in a pocket of his vest and he limped as he closed the door behind them and took a seat behind a desk piled high with stacks of papers.

"I never thought you'd take an apprentice, Durzo. In fact, I seem to remember you swearing it-and swearing at great length," the count said.

"And I still believe every word I said," Durzo said gruffly.

"Ah, you're either being terrifically subtle or making no sense at all, my friend." Count Drake smiled, though, and Azoth could tell it was a real smile, without malice or calculation.

Despite himself, Durzo smiled, too. "They've been missing you, Rimbold."

"Really? I wasn't aware of anyone shooting at me for some time." Durzo laughed, and Azoth almost fell out of his chair. He hadn't thought the wetboy was capable of laughter.

"I need your help," Durzo said.

"All I have is yours, Durzo."

"I want to make this boy new."

"What are you thinking?" Count Drake asked, looking at Azoth quizzically.

"A n.o.ble of some sort, relatively poor. The kind who gets invited to social events but doesn't attract attention."

"Hmm," Count Drake said. "The third son of a baron, then. He'll be upper n.o.bility, but n.o.body important. Or wait. An eastern baron. My second cousins live two days' ride beyond Havermere, and most of their lands have been seized by the Lae'knaught, so if you want an ironclad ident.i.ty, we could make him a Stern."

"That will do."

"First name?" Count Drake asked Azoth.

"Azoth," Azoth said.

"Not your real name, son," the count said. "Your new name."

"Kylar," Durzo said.

The count produced a piece of blank paper and put on the pince nez. "How do you want to spell that? K-Y-L-E-R? K-I-L-E-R?"

Durzo spelled it and the solicitor wrote it down. Count Drake grinned. "Old Jaeran punning?"

"You know me," Durzo said.

"No, Durzo, I don't think anyone does. Still, kind of ominous, don't you think?"

"It fits the life."

For about the hundredth time, Azoth felt like he was not simply a child but an outsider. It seemed everywhere there were secrets that he couldn't know, mysteries he couldn't penetrate. Now it wasn't just muted conversations with Momma K about something called a ka'kari, or Sa'kage politics, or court intrigues, or magic, or creatures from the Freeze that were imaginary but Durzo insisted did exist, or others that he insisted didn't, or references to G.o.ds and angels that Blint wouldn't explain to him even when he did ask. Now it was his own name. Azoth was about to demand an explanation, but they were already moving on to other things.

The count said, "How soon do you need this and how solid does it have to be?"

"Solid. Sooner is better."

"I thought so," the count said. "I'll make it good enough that unless the real Sterns come here, no one will ever know. Of course, you're still left with a rather significant problem. You have to train him to be a n.o.ble."

"Oh no I don't."

"Of course you..." the count trailed off. He clicked his tongue. "I see." He adjusted his pince nez and looked at Azoth. "When shall I take him?"

"In a few months, if he lives that long. There are things I need to teach him first." Durzo looked out the window. "Who's that?"

"Ah," Count Drake said. "That's the young Lord Logan Gyre. A young man who will make a fine duke one day."

"No, the Sethi."

"I don't know. Haven't seen him before. Looks like an adviser."

Durzo cursed. He grabbed Azoth's hand and practically dragged him out the door.

"Are you ready to obey?" Durzo demanded.

Azoth nodded quickly.

"See that boy?"

"You call that a boy?" Azoth asked. The young man the count had called Logan Gyre wore a green cloak with black piping, fine black leather boots polished to a high sheen, a cotton tunic, and a sword. He was twenty paces from the door and was being shown in by a porter. His face looked young, but his frame made him look years older than Azoth. He was huge, already taller than Azoth would probably ever be and thicker and wider than anyone he knew, and he didn't look fat. Where Azoth felt awkward and clumsy in his clothes, Logan looked comfortable, confident, handsome, lordly. Just looking at him made Azoth feel shabby. taller than Azoth would probably ever be and thicker and wider than anyone he knew, and he didn't look fat. Where Azoth felt awkward and clumsy in his clothes, Logan looked comfortable, confident, handsome, lordly. Just looking at him made Azoth feel shabby.

"Start a fight with him. Distract the Sethi until I can get out."

"Logan!" a girl cried out from upstairs.

"Serah!" Logan called, looking up.

Azoth looked at Master Blint, but he was gone. There was no time to say anything. It didn't matter whether he understood or not. There were mysteries he wasn't allowed to understand yet. He could only act or wait, obey or disobey.

The porter opened the door and Azoth stepped back around the corner, out of sight. As Logan stepped inside and looked up the stairs, a smile curving his lips, Azoth stepped around the corner.

They collided and Azoth landed on his back. Logan almost tripped over him as Azoth rolled to the side and caught Logan's foot in the stomach.

"Oof!"

Logan caught himself on the banister. "I'm so sorry-"

"You fat ape!" Azoth staggered to his feet, holding his stomach. "You clumsy gutters.h.i.+te-" he cut off as he realized all the curses he knew would mark him as coming from the Warrens.

"I didn't-" Logan said.

"What's going on?" the girl asked from the top of the stairs. Logan looked up, a guilty look flas.h.i.+ng across his face.

Azoth punched him in the nose. Logan's head rocked back.

"Logan!" the Sethi man shouted.

But Logan's mild expression was gone. His face was a mask, intense, but not furious. He grabbed Azoth's cloak and lifted him off the ground.

Azoth panicked; he threw punches blindly, screaming, his fists grazing Logan's cheeks and chin.

"Logan!"

"Stop it!" Logan shouted in Azoth's face. "Stop it!" Azoth went crazy, and Logan's intensity flashed into fury. He s.h.i.+fted his hands and held Azoth off the ground with one, then buried his other fist in Azoth's stomach once, twice. The wind rushed from Azoth's lungs. Then a fist the size of a sledge flattened his nose, blinding him with instant tears and pain.

Then, amid distant shouting, he felt himself being spun in a tight circle and-briefly-flying.

Azoth's head slapped against hardwood and the world flashed bright.

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