No one answered.
Cymrian repeated the knock sequence, but still no one appeared. “He must be out working,” the Elven Hunter announced, stepping away from the door and looking up at the front of the building to the darkened windows above. “Probably until very late.”
“Who is it we’re looking for?” she asked him.
“His name is Rushlin.” He looked around expectantly. “We’ll have to find somewhere to spend the night.”
“Can’t we just do this ourselves?”
“Go after Arling? No, we can’t.”
She glared at him. “I don’t like the idea of waiting. Anything could happen to her while we’re sitting around.”
“I realize that. But both locks and wards likely protect the place where she’s being held. We need someone who either knows or can find out what we’re up against.”
She took a deep breath. “Rushlin?”
He nodded. “It’s what he does. We’ll come back in the morning and put him to work. He’ll know better than you or I what’s needed to reach Arling and bring her out safely. Come along.”
Taking her arm in the way a husband might his wife’s, he maneuvered them back out into the crowds milling about the streets, but in a more forceful and direct manner so that others were quick to step aside.
“What are you doing?” she snapped, trying to free herself.
“Appearances matter down here,” he replied, eyes darting left and right as he chose their path. “Our behavior determines the nature of our relationship. So stop struggling and laugh a bit. Just pretend.”
They worked their way up the street they were on, down one alleyway that connected to another and then on for several more blocks to an inn called Port Arms Redoubt, its sign decorated with a military crest that Aphen did not recognize.
“We stay here,” he told her, opening the door for them.
“We can do better,” she pointed out, looking around doubtfully.
“Much. But remember who we are supposed to be and how we should look to those around us. We are not people who can afford to do better or even care about where we stay. We just want to get into bed with each other.”
He squired her up to the innkeeper’s desk, requested a room in a decidedly salacious manner, patting her rump possessively as he did so. He signed the register with a flourish, gave the innkeeper a knowing wink, then wheeled Aphen away from the desk and practically dragged her up the stairs to the second floor.
When they were in their squalid little room with its single bed, its worn chest of drawers, and its rickety wooden chair, she gave him a look. “You enjoyed that.”
He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her. “Maybe just a little. Look, I did what I felt I had to do in order to prevent the innkeeper from thinking we were anything other than a man and a woman out for a good time. There are dozens just like us passing through this fine establishment, so we fit right in. He will already have forgotten about us. We don’t want him talking about us while we’re here, and we don’t want him remembering us after we’re gone.”
She stared at him a moment. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you? You know all about it.”
He shrugged. “I know how to blend in. I know how to pretend to be something I’m not. I learned that when I was spying for the Home Guard. I was sent to the Southland cities to find things out, and I had to disguise who and what I really was from everyone around me. Sometimes for months.” He paused. “And, no, I haven’t done this before. Not this exactly. I was always on my own.”
She nodded quickly, chagrinned by her outburst. What was wrong with her? He brushed at his white-blond hair and watched her closely. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat?”
She stood where she was, studying him some more. “I know barely anything about you. We’ve been together for weeks, and I know next to nothing.”
He looked away. “You know what matters. You know why I’m here. Arling told you, didn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want something to eat?” he repeated.
“No. I’m too tired to eat. I just want to sleep.”
He got up from the bed immediately. “Lie down. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
She shook her head. “No, I don’t want you to do that. Stay in the bed with me. It’s cold in here.”
He lay back down and she scooted against him, arranging their cloaks to cover them both. She could feel his warmth through her clothing.
“That’s better,” she said. “Put your arms around me.”