“Because people have an annoying habit of turning up dead when you’re in the city. I thought it best to have a word with you before we start accumulating corpses again.”
Tal didn’t try to feign innocence, but he did look aggrieved. “Dennis, you and I have never been close friends, but we have been affable acquaintances. You know that in every instance, someone ended up dead because my life was at risk. What am I supposed to do? Stand by and say, ‘Oh, if I defend myself, the Constable is going to be annoyed, so I’d better let them kill me?’ ”
The grip on Tal’s shoulder tightened, just enough to convey emphasis without causing pain. “No, by all means, should your life be put at peril, defend yourself; I’m just suggesting you try to avoid finding your life at peril anytime soon.”
Caught halfway between amusement and irritation, Tal said, “I’ll do my best.”
“That’s all I can ask.”
Tal slipped out from under the Constable’s meaty hand and left the palace. Outside, as guests waited for carriages, Tal wended his way through the crowd and exited through one of the pedestrian gates. He was only a few yards from the palace, moving downhill on a thoroughfare lined with the homes of the wealthy, when someone fell into step beside him.
“Evening, Tal,” said a familiar voice.
“Evening, Quincy,” answered Tal without looking. He had spied the merchant from Bas-Tyra in the crowd at the palace.
“Lovely evening, isn’t it?”
Tal stopped and started to laugh. “You didn’t ambush me outside the palace to discuss the weather, my friend.”
Quincy halted also. “Well, I saw you on your way out when the Constable intercepted you; I know you walked to the gala rather than booking a carriage, so I just left before you and waited.”
“How have you been, Quincy?” Tal asked, looking at his old acquaintance under the lantern light. Quincy de Castle was in his thirties, perhaps early forties, with a rapidly balding pate. His features were undistinguished save for his eyes, which were as close to an eagle’s as any man Tal had known. He wore fashionable but not extravagant clothing, a jacket of a charcoal hue, double-breasted with a swallowtail cut. and matching trousers tucked into knee-high boots. It was, as Tal knew, the latest fashion in the Kingdom of the Isles, as it was last year’s fashion in Roldem.
“I have been well enough.”
“Recently back from the Kingdom, I see.”
They resumed walking. “Yes, the clothing. I just arrived and had no time to have new garb made. Besides, all this slavery to fashion seems very…unproductive. If someone thinks less of me for wearing last year’s style, let him. It but works to my advantage should we negotiate.”
Quincy was one of the most astute merchants in the city. He was a native of Bas-Tyra, the second most important city in the Eastern Realm of the Kingdom, and specialized in high-quality luxury goods. As a result, he numbered nobility, even royalty, among his customers and was invited to all the better social functions. Tal also suspected him of being an agent for the King of the Isles. There was something about him that made Tal wary, something very unmerchant-like in his bearing.
“I see,” said Tal. “Your needing an edge in business seems hardly likely, but I’ll grant that taking one where you can find it is logical. Now, what is it that you wish of me?”
“What makes you think I want something?” said Quincy with a smile.
“Because it’s not your habit to lurk in the shadows and leap out upon me in the night. This is hardly a chance meeting.”
“Hardly. Look, I’ll get to the point. The first reason is I wish to invite you to a small gathering at Dawson’s on this coming Fifthnight. I am inviting a few likable chaps for supper, drink, and then perhaps we’ll go on to some cards or dice.”
“A note to my man would have sufficed.”
“There’s another reason,” Quincy answered as they turned a corner and started down a steeper hill toward Tal’s quarters. “You are to hunt with Duke Kaspar tomorrow, am I right?”
“Bribing the waiting staff, are we?”
Quincy laughed. “I’ve let it be known in the palace that a bit of news here or there that might prove useful would be rewarded. Now, is it true?”
“Yes, tomorrow at sunrise I hunt with the Duke and his party. Why?”
“If you are in the Duke’s favor, I wish you to present me to him.”
“Why?” asked Tal, stopping for a moment.
“Because he really is the most difficult man to see. I can get an audience with the King more readily than I can with Duke Kaspar.”
“Only because you’re selling gems to the Queen at cost.”
“I lose no money, and it earns me a great deal of social access. But not to Kaspar.”
“Why are you so anxious to meet with Kaspar?”