“A good idea, as long as the chef at the inn isn’t using Theobroma, as well,” I said.
“You and your sensitive palate will have to let me know. If that’s the case, then we’ll purchase food from the market stalls.”
I glanced at him. He was being very reasonable. A trick? Or was he starting to think for himself? “What about your people?”
“I’m sending the bulk of them on a mission. The rest will stay with you.”
“Mission?”
“I’ll tell you what it is, if you’d like to exchange information?”
“You already know everything I do, Cahil.”
“Oh?”
“Bruns had his magician interrogate me when I couldn’t refuse his commands. He relayed it to you when you visited the Krystal garrison over a month ago.”
He tightened his grip on Topaz’s reins. “Bruns told you about my visit?”
“No. I was in the room next to his office and overheard everything. And I distinctly remember that you advised him to put a big bow on me and send me to the Commander.”
“Bruns should have listened.”
“I agree. It would have been a smart move if the Commander planned to attack Sitia.”
“Not this again,” Cahil muttered.
“But since Bruns knows that there won’t be an attack, he knew I’d be more useful to him in Sitia.”
Cahil urged Topaz into a canter, pulling ahead. Kiki stayed back. I expected to have that conversation a few times before he was able to accept the logic.
Starling’s Egg appeared to be a typical base town with a larger number of taverns and inns for visiting relatives. The market was full of weapon vendors and gear to lure in the soldiers stationed at the garrison. Cahil sent the bulk of his crew to the base, but ordered Hanni, Sladen and Faxon to remain with us.
We avoided the busy downtown district as Cahil led us on a circuitous route to a quieter side street. He stopped at the Lucky Duck Inn. While we settled the horses in the inn’s stables, Cahil went inside the four-story wooden building. When he returned, he handed the keys to two adjoining rooms to Hanni. She gave one to Faxon. Guess I was bunking with Hanni.
“Stay out of sight,” Cahil said to me. “If you need anything, one of my people will get it for you. Either I’ll be here for my meals or I’ll eat food purchased from the market. All right?”
“Yes.” House arrest was better than being locked in the stockade. Good thing I had a few books with me.
We ordered supper in the common room. Only a few people occupied the other tables and, aside from a few curious glances, they didn’t pay us any undue attention. When the server set down five servings of the house pork-and-noodle casserole, everyone waited for me to taste it. Other than a nice medley of spices, the meal was Theobroma-free.
And that began my daily routine. Meals with Cahil and my guards in the common room, and the rest of the time I either read in the room I shared with Hanni, trained or exercised Kiki. I sent Hanni out for a few things, mostly tea bags and more books. I tried to engage her in conversation a few times. Quiet and serious, Hanni avoided divulging any personal details, but she was happy to read my books and discuss the finer points of self-defense and intrigue. Hanni also sparred with me. About twenty-five years old with short brown hair, she handled a knife and a sword with ease but hadn’t trained with a bo staff. I showed her a few basic moves.
Faxon and Sladen preferred to remain uninvolved and kept an aloof bodyguard’s demeanor whenever near me. However, on a couple occasions, their laughter slipped through the door between our rooms.
On day four of my house arrest and day seven of the agreement, Cahil joined us for a late supper. He strode to our table with stiff movements, and his fierce expression meant trouble. I braced for an outburst, but he kept silent.
After we’d ordered, I was unable to contain my curiosity any longer. “What happened today?”
“Nothing. And don’t start with any of your—” he waved a hand “—speeches.”
“All right.”
Our food arrived, and we ate in a tense silence.
When he finished eating, Cahil leaned back and let out an audible breath. Dark smears of weariness lined his eyes. He asked me, “Did you know that Fisk’s people not only infiltrated all the Cartel’s garrisons but also were working in many different areas—some quite sensitive?”
Oh, no. “Yes, except I’m surprised by how...deep they managed to get. Were they arrested?” Poor kids.
“No. They all scattered. Fisk must have quite the communication system in place.” He scowled. “Better than ours.”
I kept my expression neutral, even though I wanted to beam with pride. “Is that why you’re so upset?”
“No.”
I waited.