Tigana Part 11

'I'm afraid I was behind you most of the way down the Street of the Temples yesterday,' Rovigo added. He had the grace to look embarra.s.sed, Devin noted.

He was still furious though, and very confused. 'You lied about The Bird then, all that talk about going there whenever you came back from a journey.'

'No, that part was true,' Rovigo said. 'Everything I said was true, Devin. Once you were forced down to the waterfront you happened to end up in a place I know very well.'

'And Catriana?' Devin pursued angrily. 'What about her? How did she-'

'I paid a boy to run a message back to your inn when I saw that old Goro was letting you stay inside The Bird. Devin, don't be angry. There was a purpose to all of this.'

'There was,' Alessan echoed. 'You should understand some of it by now. The whole reason Catriana and I were in Astibar with Menico's troupe was because of what I expected to see happen with Sandre's death.'

'Wait a minute!' Devin exclaimed. 'Expected? How did you know he was going to die?'

'Rovigo told me,' Alessan said simply. He let a small silence register. 'He has been my contact in Astibar for nine years now. I formed the same impression of him back then that you did yesterday, and about as quickly.'

Devin, his mind reeling, looked over at the merchant, the casual friend he'd made the day before. Who turned out to be not so casual at all. Rovigo put down his gla.s.s.

'I feel the same way about Tyrants that you do,' he said quietly. 'Alberico here or Brandin of Ygrath ruling in Chiara and Corte and Asoli, and in that province Alessan comes from whose name I cannot hear or remember, hard as I might try.'

Devin swallowed. 'And Duke Sandre?' he asked. 'How did you know-?'

'I spied on them,' Rovigo said calmly. 'It wasn't hard. I used to monitor Toma.s.so's comings and goings. They were wholly focused on Alberico; I was their neighbour here in the distrada, it was easy enough to slip onto their land. I learned of Toma.s.so's deception years ago, and-though I won't say it is a thing I am proud of-last year I was outside their windows at the estate and at the lodge on many different nights while they shaped the details of Sandre's death.'

Devin looked quickly over at Alessan. He opened his mouth to say something, then, without speaking, he closed it.

Alessan nodded. 'Thank you,' he said. He turned to Rovigo. 'There are one or two things here, as there have been before, that you are better off not knowing, for your own safety and your family's. I think you know by now it isn't a matter of trust, or any such thing.'

'After nine years I think I do know that,' Rovigo murmured. 'What should should I know about what happened tonight?' I know about what happened tonight?'

'Alberico arrived just after I joined Toma.s.so and the vigil-keepers in the lodge. Baerd and Catriana warned us and I had time to hide-with Devin, who had made his way to the cabin on his own.'

'On his own? own? How?' Rovigo asked sharply. How?' Rovigo asked sharply.

Devin lifted his head. 'I have my own resources,' he said with dignity. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Alessan grin, and he suddenly felt ridiculous. Sheepishly he added, 'I overheard the Sandreni talking upstairs between the two sessions of the mourning rites.'

Rovigo looked as if he had another question or three, but, with a glance at Alessan, he held them in. Devin was grateful.

Alessan said, 'When we went back to the cabin afterwards we found the vigil-keepers dead. Toma.s.so was taken. Baerd has remained behind to take care of a number of things by the cabin tonight. He will burn it later.'

'We pa.s.sed the Barbadians as we left the city,' Rovigo said quietly, absorbing this. 'I saw Toma.s.so bar Sandre with them. I feared for you, Alessan.'

'With some cause,' Alessan said drily. 'There was an informer there. The boy, Herado, Gianno's son, was in the service of Alberico.'

Rovigo's face registered shock. 'Family? Morian d.a.m.n him to darkness for that!' he rasped harshly. 'How could he do such a thing?'

Alessan gave his small characteristic shrug. 'A great deal has broken down since the Tyrants came, would you not say?'

There was a silence as Rovigo fought to master his shock and rage. Devin coughed nervously and broke it: 'Your own family,' he asked. 'Do they-'

'They know nothing of this,' the merchant said, regaining his calm. 'Neither Alix nor any of the girls had ever seen Alessan or Catriana before tonight. I met Alessan and Baerd in Tregea town nine years ago and we discovered in the course of a long night that we had certain dreams and certain enemies in common. They told me something of what their purposes were, and I told them I was willing to a.s.sist in those pursuits as best I could without unduly endangering my wife or daughters. I have tried to do that. I will continue to try. It is my hope to live long enough to be able to hear the oath Alessan offers when he drinks blue wine.'

He spoke the last words quietly but with obvious pa.s.sion. Devin looked at the Prince, remembering the inaudible words he had murmured under his breath before he drank.

Alessan gazed steadily at Rovigo. 'There is one other thing you should know: Devin is one of us in more than the obvious way. I learned that by accident yesterday afternoon. He too was born in my own province before it fell. Which is why he is here.'

Rovigo said nothing.

'What is the oath?' Devin asked. And then, more diffidently, 'Is it something that I should know?'

'Not as anything that matters in the scheme of things. I only spoke a prayer of my own.' Alessan's voice was careful and very clear. 'I always do. I said: Tigana, let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul Tigana, let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul.'

Devin closed his eyes. The words and the voice. No one spoke. Devin opened his eyes and looked at Rovigo.

Whose brow was knotted in fierce, angry consternation. 'My friend, Devin should understand this,' Alessan said to him gently. 'It is a part of the legacy he has taken on. What did you hear me say?'

Rovigo gestured with helpless frustration. 'The same thing I heard the first time this happened. That night nine years ago, when we switched to blue wine. I heard you ask that the memory of something be a blade in you. In your soul. But I didn't hear ... I've lost the beginning again. The something.'

'Tigana,' Alessan said again. Tenderly, clear as chiming crystal. Alessan said again. Tenderly, clear as chiming crystal.

But Devin saw Rovigo's expression grow even more baffled and dismayed. The merchant reached for his gla.s.s and drained it. 'Will you ... one more time?'

'Tigana,' Devin said before Alessan could speak. To make this legacy, this grief at the heart of things, more truly his own, as properly it was his own. For the land was was his or it had been, and its name was part of his own, and they were both lost. Taken away. his or it had been, and its name was part of his own, and they were both lost. Taken away.

'Let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul,' he said, his voice faltering at the end though he tried hard to keep it as steady as Alessan's had been.

Wondering, disoriented, visibly distressed, Rovigo shook his head.

'And Brandin's magic is behind this?' he asked.

'It is,' Alessan said flatly.

After a moment Rovigo sighed and leaned back in his chair. 'I am sorry,' he said softly. 'Forgive me, both of you. I should not have asked. I have opened a wound.'

'I was the one who asked,' Devin said quickly.

'The wound is always open,' said Alessan, a moment later.

There was an extraordinary compa.s.sion in Rovigo's face. It was difficult to realize that this was the same man who had been jesting about Senzian rustics as husbands for his daughters. The merchant rose abruptly and became busy tending to the fire again, though the blaze was doing perfectly well. While he did so Devin looked at Alessan. The other man met his gaze. They said nothing though. Alessan's eyebrows lifted a little, and he gave the small shrug Devin had come to know.

'What do we do now, then?' asked Rovigo d'Astibar, returning to stand beside his chair. His colour was high, perhaps from the fire. 'I am as disturbed by this as I was when we first met. I do not like magic. Especially this kind of magic. It remains a matter of some ... significance to me to be able to hear one day what I was just debared from hearing.'

Devin felt a rush of excitement run through him again: the other element to his feelings this evening. His pique at having been deceived in The Bird was entirely gone. These two, and Baerd and the Duke, were men to be reckoned with, in every possible way, and they were shaping plans that might change the map of the Palm, of the whole world. And he was here with them, he was one of them, chasing a dream of freedom. He took a long drink of his blue wine.

Alessan's expression was troubled though. He looked, suddenly, as if he were burdened with a new and difficult weight. He leaned slowly back in his chair, his hand going through the tangle of his hair as he looked at Rovigo in silence for a long time.

Turning from one man to the other, Devin felt abruptly lost again, his excitement fading almost as quickly as it had come.

'Rovigo, have we not involved you enough already?' Alessan asked at length. 'I must admit this has become harder for me now that I have met your wife and daughters. This coming year may see a change in things, and I cannot even begin to tell you how much more danger. Four men died in that cabin tonight, and I think you know as well as I do how many will be death-wheeled in Astibar in the weeks to come. It has been one thing for you to keep an ear open here and on your travels, to quietly monitor Alberico's doings and Sandre's, for you and Baerd and I to meet every so often and touch palms and talk, friend to friend. But the shape of the tale is changing now, and I greatly fear to put you in danger.'

Rovigo nodded. 'I thought you might say something like that. I am grateful for your concern. But, Alessan, I made up my mind on this a long time ago. I ... would not expect that freedom could be found or won without a price paid. You said three days ago that the coming spring might mark a turning-point for all of us. If there are ways that I can help in the days to come you must tell me.' He hesitated, then: 'One of the reasons I love my wife is that Alix would echo this were she with us and did she know.'

Alessan's expression was still troubled. 'But she isn't with us and she doesn't know,' he said. 'There have been reasons for that, and there will be more of them after tonight. And your girls? How can I ask you to endanger them?'

'How can you decide for me, or them?' Rovigo replied softly, but without hesitation. 'Where is our our choice, our freedom, if you do that? I would obviously prefer not to do anything that will put them into actual danger, and I cannot afford to suspend my business entirely. But within these confines, is there no aid I can offer that will make a difference?' choice, our freedom, if you do that? I would obviously prefer not to do anything that will put them into actual danger, and I cannot afford to suspend my business entirely. But within these confines, is there no aid I can offer that will make a difference?'

Finally understanding the source of Alessan's doubts, Devin kept grimly silent. This was something to which he had attached no weight at all, while Alessan had been wrestling with it all along. He felt chastened and sobered, and afraid now though not for himself.

There will be people put at risk by everything we do, the Prince had said in the forest, speaking of Menico. And now Devin was beginning to understand, painfully, the reality of that. the Prince had said in the forest, speaking of Menico. And now Devin was beginning to understand, painfully, the reality of that.

He didn't want these people hurt. In any way at all. His excitement quite gone, Devin had driven home for him, for the first time, this one among the many ancillary sorrows that lay on the road he seemed to have found. He was brought face to face with the distance that road imposed between them and, it now seemed, almost everyone they might meet. Even friends. Even people who might share a part or all of their dream. He thought of Catriana in the palace again, and he understood her even more now than he had an hour ago.

Watching, letting the growth of wisdom guide him into silence, Devin focused on Alessan's momentarily unguarded face and he saw him come hard to his decision. He watched as the Prince took a deep, slow breath and so shouldered another burden that was the price of his blood.

Alessan smiled, an odd, rueful smile. 'Actually, there is,' he said to Rovigo. 'There is is something you can do now that will help.' He hesitated, then, unexpectedly, the smile deepened and it reached his eyes. 'Had you ever given any thought,' he said in an elaborately casual voice, 'to taking on some business partners?' something you can do now that will help.' He hesitated, then, unexpectedly, the smile deepened and it reached his eyes. 'Had you ever given any thought,' he said in an elaborately casual voice, 'to taking on some business partners?'

For just a moment Rovigo seemed nonplussed, then a quick, answering smile of understanding broadened across his face. 'I see,' he said. 'You need access to some places.'

Alessan nodded. 'That, and there are more of us now, as well. Devin is with us, and there may be others before spring. Things will be different from the years when it was only Baerd and I. I have been giving thought to this since Catriana joined us.'

His voice quickened, grew crisper. Devin remembered this tone from the cabin. This was the man he'd first seen there. Alessan said, 'In business together you and I will have a more legitimate means of exchanging information and I'm going to need information regularly this winter. As partners we have reason to be writing each other about any affairs that touch on trade. And of course all affairs touch on trade.'

'Indeed they do,' said Rovigo, his eyes intent on Alessan's face.

'We can communicate directly if you have resources for that, or through Taccio in Ferraut.' He glanced over at Devin. 'I know Taccio, by the way, that wasn't a coincidence either. I a.s.sume you'd figured that out?' Devin hadn't even thought about it actually, but before he could speak Alessan had turned back to Rovigo. 'I a.s.sume you have a courier service you can trust?' Rovigo nodded.

Alessan said, 'You see, the newest problem is that although we could still travel as musicians, after this morning's performance we'd be notorious wherever we went. Had I thought about it in time I'd have botched the music a little, or told Devin to be a little less impressive.'

'No you wouldn't have,' Devin said quietly. 'Whatever other things you would have done, ruining the music isn't one of them.'

Alessan's mouth quirked as he acknowledged the hit. Rovigo smiled.

'Perhaps so,' the Prince murmured. 'It was was special, wasn't it?' There was a brief silence. Rovigo got up and put one more log on the fire. special, wasn't it?' There was a brief silence. Rovigo got up and put one more log on the fire.

Alessan said, 'It all makes sense. There are certain places and certain activities that would be awkward for us as performers. Especially well-known performers. As merchants, we would have a new access to such places.'

'Certain islands, perhaps?' Rovigo asked quietly, from by the fire.

'Perhaps,' Alessan agreed. 'If it comes to that. Though there it may be a matter of five of one hand, five of the other: artists are welcome at Brandin's court on Chiara. This gives us another option, though, and I like having options to work with. It has been necessary once or twice for a character I've a.s.sumed to disappear, or die.' His voice was quiet, matter-of-fact. He took a sip of his wine.

After a moment he turned back to Rovigo. Who was now stroking his chin in a fine imitation of a shrewdly avaricious businessman.

'Well,' the merchant said in a greedy, wheedling voice, 'you appear to have made a most ... intriguing intriguing proposal, gentlemen. I do have to ask one or two preliminary questions. I've known Alessan for some time, but this particular issue has never come up before, you understand.' His eyes narrowed with exaggerated cunning. 'What, if anything, do you know about business?' proposal, gentlemen. I do have to ask one or two preliminary questions. I've known Alessan for some time, but this particular issue has never come up before, you understand.' His eyes narrowed with exaggerated cunning. 'What, if anything, do you know about business?'

Alessan gave a sudden burst of laughter, then quickly grew serious again. 'Have you any money to hand?' he asked.

'I've my s.h.i.+p just in,' Rovigo replied. 'Cash from two days' transactions and easy credit based on profits over the next few weeks. Why?'

'I would suggest buying a reasonable but not indiscreet amount of grain in the next forty-eight hours. Twenty-four hours, actually, if you can.'

Rovigo looked thoughtful. 'I could do that,' he said. 'And my means are sufficiently limited that no purchase I made would be large enough to be indiscreet. I have a contact, too-the steward at the Nievolene farms by the Ferraut border.'

'Not from Nievole,' Alessan said quickly.

Another silence. Rovigo nodded his head slowly. 'I see,' he said, startling Devin again with his quickness. 'You think we can expect some confiscations after the Festival?'

'You can,' Alessan said. 'Among all the other even less pleasant things. Have you another source for buying up grain?'

'I might.' Rovigo looked from Alessan to Devin and back again. 'Four partners, then,' he said crisply. 'The three of you and Baerd. Is that right?'

Alessan nodded. 'Almost right, but make it five partners. There is one other person who should be brought in to divide our share, if that is all right with you?'

'Why should it not be?' Rovigo shrugged. 'That doesn't touch my share at all. Will I meet this person?'

'I hope so, sooner or later,' said Alessan. 'I expect you will be happy with each other.'

'Fine,' Rovigo said crisply. 'The usual terms for a contraina a.s.sociation are two-thirds to the one investing the funds, and one-third to the ones who do the travelling and put in the time. Based on what you have just told me I will accept that you are likely to be able to offer information which will be of real value to our venture. I propose a half interest each way on all affairs we jointly conduct. Is that acceptable?'

He was looking at Devin. With as much composure as he could manage, Devin replied, 'It is quite acceptable.'

'It is more than fair,' Alessan agreed. His expression was troubled again; he looked as if he would go on.

'It is done, then,' said Rovigo quickly. 'No more to be said, Alessan. We will go into town tomorrow to have the contraina formally drawn up and sealed. Which way do you plan to go after the Festival?'

'Ferraut, I think,' said Alessan slowly. 'We can discuss what comes after, but I have something to do there, and an idea for some trade with Senzio we might want to consider.'

'Ferraut?' said Rovigo, ignoring the latter remarks. A smile slowly widened across his face. 'Ferraut! That is splendid. Absolutely splendid! You can save us some money already. I'll give you a cart and all of you can take Ingonida her new bed!'

On the way upstairs Alais couldn't remember when she had last been so happy. Not that she was p.r.o.ne to moodiness like Selvena, but life at home tended to be very quiet, especially when her father was away.

And now so many things seemed to be happening at once.

Rovigo was home after a longer trip than usual down the coast. AIix and Alais were never at ease when he ventured south of the mountains into Quileia, no matter how many times he rea.s.sured them of his caution. And on top of that, this trip had come unsettlingly late in the season of autumn winds. But he was home now, and palm to palm with his return had come the Festival of Vines. It was her second one, and Alais had loved every moment of the day and night, absorbing with her wide, alert eyes all she saw. Drinking it in.

In the crowded square in front of the Sandreni Palace that morning she had stood extremely still, listening to a clear voice soar from the inner courtyard out among the unnatural silence of the people gathered. A voice that lamented Adaon's death among the cedars of Tregea so bitterly, so sweetly, that Alais had been afraid she would cry. She had closed her eyes.

It had been a source of astonished pride for her when Rovigo had casually mentioned to her and her mother having had a drink the day before with one of the singers who were doing the Duke's mourning rites. He had even invited the young man, he said, to come meet his four ungainly offspring. The teasing bothered Alais not at all. She would have felt that something was wrong by now had Rovigo spoken about them in any other way. Neither she nor her sisters nursed any anxieties about their father's affection. They had only to look at his eyes.

On the road home late at night, already badly unsettled by the thundering clatter of the Barbadian soldiers they had made way for at the city walls, she had been truly frightened when a voice called out to them from the darkness near their gate.

Then, when her father had replied, and she came gradually to understand who this was, Alais had thought her heart would stop from sheer excitement. She could feel the tell-tale colour rising in her cheeks.