“They can, but I usually charge by the pair.”
“Oh, okay, so then seven rooms if you have them, I guess—the boys can all sleep in one room. Do you have vacancy?”
“Oh, I’ve got ’em. No one here but the mice. All the folk heading down from Wintertide passed through weeks ago. No one travels this time a’ year. No need to…” He trailed off as he looked intently at Arista. His narrow eyes began widening. “Why, ain’t you—I mean, yer her—ain’t you? Where have you been?”
Embarrassed, she glanced at Hadrian. She had been hoping to avoid this. “We’d just like the rooms.”
“By Mar! It is you!” he said, loud enough to catch the attention of the two near the fire. “Everyone said you was dead.”
“Almost. But really, we have people waiting in the cold. Can we get rooms? And we have horses too that—”
“Jimmy! Jimmy! Get your arse in here, boy!”
A freckle-faced kid, as thin as a Black Diamond member, rushed out of the kitchen, bursting through the doors with a startled look on his face.
“Horses outside need stabling. Get on it.”
The boy nodded, and as he stepped by Ayers, the proprietor whispered something in his ear. The lad looked at Arista and his mouth opened as if it had just gained weight. A moment later he was running.
“You understand we’re tired,” Arista told the innkeeper. “It has been a long day of riding and we need to leave early in the morning. We are just looking for a quiet night.”
“Oh, absolutely! But you’ll be wantin’ supper, right?”
Arista glanced at Hadrian, who nodded. “Yes, of course.”
“Wonderful. I’ll get something special for you.”
“That’s not necessary. We don’t want to cause any—”
“Nonsense,” Ayers told her. “Rusty!” he shouted over her head toward the two at the hearth, who were now on their feet, hesitantly inching closer. “Run and tell Engles I want his cut of pork.”
“Pork?” the man replied. “You can’t serve her no smoked pork! Benjamin Braddock got a prize lamb he’s kept alive all winter, feeds it like a baby, he does.”
“Yeah, real sweet animal,” the other man said.
“Okay, okay, tell him to get it to Engles and have it butchered.”
“How much you willing ta pay?”
“Just tell him who it’s for, and if he wants to come ask her for money, let him.”
“Oh please, this isn’t necessary,” Arista said.
“He’s been saving that lamb for a special occasion,” Rusty told her, and smiled. “I can’t see how he can expect a better one.”
The door opened and the rest of the party entered, dusting snow off their heads and shoulders and stomping their feet. Once inside, Gaunt let go his train and threw back his hood, shivering. He walked directly toward the fire with his hands outstretched and brought to Arista’s mind the image of a giant peacock.
Rusty nudged his buddy. “That’s Degan Gaunt.”
“By Mar,” Ayers said, shaking his head. “If’n you get a drop, it’s a flood. And look at him all dressed up like a king. He’s one of your group?”
Arista nodded.
“Blimey,” Rusty said, staring now at Hadrian. “I seen this fella afore too—just a few weeks ago. He’s the tourney champion. He unhorsed everyone ’cept Breckton, and he only missed ’cuz he didn’t want ta kill him.” He looked at Hadrian with admiration. “You woulda dropped him if’n you’d had the chance. I know it.”
“Who else you got with you?” Ayers asked, looking overwhelmed. “The Heir of Novron?”
Arista and Hadrian exchanged glances.
“Our rooms—where are they?” Alric asked, joining them as he shook the wet out of his hood.
“I—ah—let me show you.” Ayers grabbed a box of keys and led the way up the stairs.
As she climbed, Arista looked down at the empty space below and remembered how they had spent forty-five silver to sleep there. “How much for the rooms?”
Ayers paused, turned, and chuckled.
When they reached the top of the stairs, he threw his arms out. “Here you are.”
“Which rooms?”
Ayers grinned. “Take the whole floor.”
“How much?” Alric asked.
Ayers laughed. “I’m not charging you—I can’t charge you. I’d be strung up. You get settled in and I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
Alric grinned. “See? I told you it was worth coming. They are very friendly here.”
“For her,” Ayers said, nodding in Arista’s direction, “nothing in this city has a price.”
Alric frowned.
“That is very kind,” she told him. “But given our situation, I think five rooms will still be best.”
“What? Why?” Alric said.
“I don’t think we want to leave Magnus or Gaunt unsupervised, do you?”