Jimmy nodded in approval. “Taken to robbing tailors?”
Golden aimed a playful, half-hearted cuff at Jimmy, who ducked easily, then sat next to the boy. “No, you misbegotten son of an alley cat, I have not. My current ‘benefactor’ is the widow of the famous Masterbrewer Fallon.” Jimmy had heard of the man; his ales and beers had been so highly prized they had even graced the table of the late Prince Erland. “And given her late husband’s and now her far-reaching business concerns, she has received an invitation to the reception.”
“Reception?” Jimmy knew Golden had some tidbit of gossip he wished to unfold in his own good time.
“Ah,” said Golden, “did I fail to mention the fact of a wedding?”
Jimmy rolled his eyes upward but played along. “What wedding, Golden?”
“Why, the royal wedding of course. Though we shall be seated away from the King’s table, it will not be at the table most remote.”
Jimmy sat bolt upright. “The King? In Krondor!”
“Of course.”
Jimmy gripped Golden by the arm. “Start at the beginning.”
Grinning, the handsome but not terribly perceptive confidence man said, “The widow Fallon was informed by no less a source than the purchasing agent at the palace, a man she has known for seventeen years, that extra stores were required within a month’s time for, and I quote, “the royal wedding.” One is safe in assuming a king would be in attendance at his own wedding.”
Jimmy shook his head. “No, you simpleton, not the King’s. Anita and Arutha’s.”
Golden seemed ready to take umbrage at the remark, but then a sudden glimmer of interest showed in his eyes. “What makes you say that?”
‘The King weds in Rillanon. The Prince weds in Krondor.” Golden nodded, indicating this made sense. “I hid out with Anita and Arutha; it was only a matter of time before they wed. That’s why he’s back.” Seeing a reaction at that, Jimmy quickly added, “. . . Or will be back soon.”
Jimmy’s mind raced. Not only would Lyam be in Krondor for the wedding, but so would every noble of importance in the West, and no small number from the East. And if Dase knew of the wedding, then half of Krondor did as well and the other half would know of it before the next sundown.
Jimmy’s reverie was interrupted by the approach of Laughing Jack, the Nightwarden, senior lieutenant to the Nightmaster. The thin-lipped man came to stand before Jimmy and Dase and, with hands upon hips, said, “You look like you’ve something on your mind, boy?”
Jimmy had no affection for Jack. He was a dour, tight-jawed man given to violent tempers and unnecessary cruelty. The only reason for his high place in the guild was his ability at keeping the guild’s bashers and other hotheads in line. Jimmy’s dislike was returned in kind by Jack, for it had been Jimmy who had appended “Laughing” to Jack’s name. In the years Jack had been in the guild, no one could remember hearing him laugh. “Nothing, really,” said Jimmy.
Jack’s eyes narrowed as he studied Jimmy, then Dase, for a long minute. “I hear there was some fuss over near the east gate; you weren’t thereabouts this night, were you?”
Jimmy maintained an indifferent expression and regarded Dase, as if Jack had asked both the question. Golden shook his head in the negative. Jimmy wondered if Jack already knew about the Nighthawk. If he did, and if someone else had caught sight of Jimmy nearby, Jimmy could expect no mercy from Jack’s bashers. Still, Jimmy suspected that if Jack had proof, he would have come accusing, not questioning. Subtlety was not Jack’s hallmark. Jimmy feigned indifference as he said, “Another drunken argument? No, I was asleep most of the night.”
“Good, then you’ll be fresh,” said Jack. With a jerk of his head he indicated Dase should absent himself. Golden rose and left without comment and Jack placed his boot upon the bench next to Jimmy. “We’ve got a job this night.”
‘Tonight?” said Jimmy, already counting the night half done. There was barely five hours left until sunrise.
“It’s special. From himself,” he said, meaning the Upright Man. “There’s a royal do on at the palace and the Keshian ambassador’s coming. A load of gifts arrived late tonight, gifts for a wedding. They’ll be straight off for the palace by midday next at latest, so tonight’s our only chance to boost them. It’s a rare chance.” His tone left no doubt in Jimmy’s mind that his presence was not requested but required. Jimmy had hoped to get some sleep tonight before heading for the palace, but now there was no chance of that. With a note of resignation in his voice, he said, “When and where?”
“An hour from now at the big warehouse one street over from the Fiddler Crab Inn, near dockside.”
Jimmy knew the place. He nodded and without another word left Laughing Jack. He headed up the stairs toward the street. The question of assassins and plots would have to wait a few hours more.