“If you don’t have trouble, then you can keep the golds. Call them payment for my upsetting your life.” Kharl saw a flash of sandy blonde hair. “Jeka!”
“What are you doing here?”
“Coming to get you.”
“Just like that? Like a fancy lord?”
Kharl forced himself to take a deep breath. “It’s not like that. I told you that Enelya was working for me? Well … you know Selda, at the White Pony?”
Jeka’s face froze for a moment.
“Egen or his men cut her throat. That was after they broke her fingers. They wanted to know something. Egen was after Enelya, and Selda knew about you and that you’d been the one who’d told Enelya where she could hide from Egen. She knew some other things, too.”
“Doesn’t mean he’s after me.”
For a moment, Kharl didn’t know what to say.
“Well?” asked Jeka, green eyes flashing.
“He is after you. He only knows you’re somewhere on Crafters’ Lane. Didn’t I know when that wizard-”
Jeka’s jaw tightened. “Doesn’t change anything if I go with you.”
“Not that way,” Kharl agreed. “Just grab everything you can. I’ve got a horse outside for you.”
“Can’t ride.”
“You’ll learn, and if you can’t, you can hang on to me.”
“I’ll learn. Right now.”
“Just get your things. Don′t leave anything. Otherwise, they might think that Gharan is hiding you somewhere.”
“Already figured that out.” Jeka turned and hurried toward the narrow rear steps to the upper level.
Kharl turned back to the weaver. “Egen might not ever come here. But he or his men might be here this afternoon. I can’t risk losing Jeka. Not … after everything.” He swallowed. “I didn′t mean to cause you trouble. If you want to leave right now … you can. You can stay at the envoy’s residence …”
Gharan shook his head. “Weaver girls come and go. Everyone knows that. I’ll just let it be known that she said she had a chance to go home.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure … Lord Kharl.” Gharan flashed a smile. “If we see trouble, we’ll be at your door. I’m not a fool. Don’t think it will come to that, though.”
Jeka reappeared, carrying a burlap bag and wearing a shapeless jacket over her blue shirt, as well as a cap, under which she’d swept up her hair. She looked boyish once more. “I’m ready.” Abruptly, she turned to Gharan and hugged him. “Be thankin′ you, always.”
After a moment, Gharan bent down and murmured in Jeka’s ear, low enough that Kharl wasn′t supposed to hear it. “You did good work, better’n almost all. But I wouldn’t a’ given you the chance, weren’t for Kharl. Don’t forget it.” He straightened.
Kharl didn’t say anything, appreciating Gharan′s words.
“You two goin’ to keep jawing? We stay here, just cause trouble for the weaver,” Jeka said.
“Thank you,” Kharl said to Gharan, inclining his head before turning.
“It was my gain,” Gharan said. “I’ll send to the residence when the cloth is ready.”
“If I have to leave Brysta,” Kharl said, “I’ll have one of the merchanters pay for it and pick it up.”
“Your word’s always been good.” Gharan grinned. “‘Sides, you left a good deposit.”
Kharl hurried out of the shop.
“No sign of patrollers, not even a street Watch,” Demyst told Kharl.
That was a troublesome thought as well. Where were the patrollers?
Kharl turned to Jeka. “This horse.”
She looked at the saddle dubiously. Her face was pale.
Kharl reached out and lifted her, mostly by her arms and shoulders, and set her in the saddle. “Hang on to the reins with one hand, the saddle rim with the other. I’ll take your bag until we get there.”
He remounted the gelding and turned his mount back toward Sixth Cross. He glanced back at Jeka, riding beside Alynar. She grimaced at him. He gave an exaggerated shrug, then lurched in the saddle. He still wasn′t that good a rider. He could sense her smothered laughter.
“Street’s real quiet, ser,” observed Demyst. “Could be trouble.”
“Likely in the next few days. How are you doing on finding guards?”
“One’s coming round this afternoon. Maybe two.”
“Let’s hope they’re good.”
“One might be. The others … who knows?”
Kharl keep watching the roads, both with eyes and senses, but he saw no patrollers, nor did he sense any unusual amount of chaos. Even so, he was relieved when they finally reined up in the open space before the residence stable. He dismounted and turned the gelding to Mantar, before walking over to Jeka’s mount.
Kharl held out a hand. Jeka took it, but only long enough to scramble down. He took the mount’s reins with one hand and gave her the burlap bag with the other before she could request it.
“Now what?” asked Jeka.
“You can take one of the empty rooms on the third level.”
“Where’s Enelya?”
“In the retainer quarters there.” Kharl gestured.
“Why not put me out where she is?”
“Because you’re not a retainer here. You’re a guest.”
“A guest in a lord’s house? What kind of guest?” Jeka glared.
Kharl could feel Demyst and Erdyl edging away, leading their mounts into the stable with relief. Mantar stood by the open stable door, holding the reins to Kharl’s gelding, waiting.
“You can have one of the large bedrooms on the second level, then.”
“That where your room is?”
Kharl nodded.
“Third level’s better. Door better have a bar.”
“It has a latchplate. It’s very solid.”
“Good.”
Kharl led the mount over to Mantar. “Thank you.”
“Not at all, ser.” The driver, who was also the groom, did not look directly at Kharl, but Kharl could sense his amusement.
The mage and envoy turned back to Jeka. “This way.”
Fundal and Khelaya were waiting inside the rear hallway. Kharl could sense Enelya in the rear pantry. “Enelya, you might as well come greet Jeka.” Kharl waited, ignoring the impatience of the steward and cook, until the serving girl appeared. “Fundal, Khelaya, this is Jeka. She’ll be staying with us for a while. Up on the third level. Enelya already knows Jeka.”
Fundal glanced at Jeka.
The small woman looked hard back at the steward.
Fundal edged back.
“Captain Egen is after her as well. Not a word,” Kharl ordered.
“Yes, ser.”
Kharl could sense Fundal’s puzzlement, but he wasn’t about to explain. He wasn’t sure that he could. He turned to Enelya. “If you would take Jeka up to the third level? She can have any chamber she wishes-except the ones being used by the guards and Undercaptain Demyst.”
“Yes, ser.”
“I’m going to my chamber for a bit. Then I’ll be in the library.” Kharl left the four in the rear hall and made his way to the front staircase.
Once he was halfway up and out of sight, he called up a sight shield and hurried up and then along the corridor past his chamber and to the door to the rear staircase. There he waited until the two women passed the landing before opening the door just enough to slip inside.
“ … look!”
“Look where?” asked Jeka.
“Thought someone comin’ from there. Maybe Lord Kharl just shut the door,” replied Enelya.
“He’s really a lord?”
“He is. Erdyl-he’s sorta nice-he was telling me that Lord Kharl has lands with a vineyard and forests and a sawmill. And you know what he did? He built a cooperage with his own hands. A lord who wants to be a cooper. Doesn’t that beat all.”
Kharl listened, wondering what Jeka would say.
“Takes all kinds,” the weaver replied. “He found you back of Werwal′s? That right?”
“Didn’t know where else to go.”
The two reached the top of the stairs and turned toward the front of the residence.
“Best room left is in the front, west side. Sun doesn’t wake you.”
“Good enough.” Jeka cleared her throat. “Lord Kharl … he … interested in you?”
Enelya laughed. “He’s interested in you. He found out that Selda knew where you were … look on his face … think he woulda shaken me like a rat … he was runnin′ for the stable.” There was a moment of silence. “Good-looking fellow. Older, but not that old. Wouldn’t mind someone like that …”