Fontagu finally broke down, dropping his forehead onto his desk and beginning to sob. ‘Yes, he took my play – my only copy. He said there had to be changes made.’
‘What kind of changes?’
‘He wouldn’t say. All he would tell me was that Janus was very keen to see one or two changes made to the original version of The Gimlet Eye.’
‘Which he’s going to make himself?’
‘I think so. But no one was to know that Janus had made the changes. That’s why he sent Rendana after me. The new parts are going to be a birthday surprise or something. It’s all very hush-hush.’
‘I don’t understand,’ Tab said. ‘Why would Janus care so much about some play that he would take the time to make changes himself?’
Fontagu shrugged. He seemed so dejected. ‘I don’t suppose it matters now anyway. It won’t be the same classic story any more.’
‘No, I suppose not,’ replied Tab, who was now deep in thought. ‘But it does seem weird, doesn’t it?’
Amelia yawned. ‘I don’t understand why it’s so important,’ she said.
Tab frowned. Perhaps a crowded tavern wasn’t the best place to be discussing the big secrets of Quentaris. She gestured for Amelia to come closer. Then she lowered her voice. ‘What’s important is that Fontagu agreeing to do the play was already dangerous enough. But now this… this person is threatening him. Fontagu thinks it’s all about a birthday surprise, but I don’t believe him. I mean, a knife? No, this Rendana’s definitely threatening him.’
Amelia flipped her table-wiping cloth over her left shoulder and slipped into the seat opposite Tab. Then she leaned forward and took Tab’s hands in hers. ‘You’ve got a very short memory, Tab. Someone is threatening Fontagu – so what? Don’t you remember all the things he’s done?’
‘I know.’
‘He’s got no conscience at all. None! He does whatever he likes, as long as it suits one person – him.’
‘I know, but I think he’s changed, Amelia.’
Amelia didn’t seem convinced. ‘Do you really? I don’t know…’
‘Look, all I know is that Fontagu has been asked to put on a play for Florian -’
‘A mistake,’ said Amelia.
‘True, but even so, he’s going to do it. And now his play’s been stolen.’
‘Don’t you mean borrowed?’
‘I guess so.’
‘Like I said, what does it matter? He’ll get it back. Janus probably just wants to make sure that it’s full of praise for the great and wondrous Florian. He’s being a good subject.’
‘Do you think?’
‘I do. I also think you’ve been spending so much time with your actor friend that you’re becoming as dramatic as he is.’
Tab bit her lip and thought about what Amelia had said. Maybe she was right. Maybe Fontagu was over-reacting, and maybe she was as well. It was quite possible that Rendana was simply the runner for Janus, who was just making sure that the play was perfectly suited to the big occasion of Florian’s birthday. But even thinking this, she still came back to the knife…
‘You’re probably right, Amelia,’ Tab said at last, standing up. ‘I’d better get back to the farm before Bendo notices I’m gone. Again.’
‘Hunker down those shickins properly,’ Amelia warned her. ‘There’s talk of another vortex tonight.’
Tab frowned. ‘Another one? It’s been less than a week since the last one!’
‘I know. Something’s going on.’
‘You can say that again. Where do you hear this stuff, anyway?’
‘Just chat in the tavern, mostly.’
‘You haven’t been heading down into Skulum Gate to get the inside information, have you?’
‘As if I would! But you’d best go. It’ll be getting dark soon, and you’ve got to walk right past Skulum Gate as it is. Then Bendo will be the least of your problems.’
Tab got the very strong impression that Bendo would have been a lot angrier with her if he hadn’t been thinking about the approaching vortex. ‘Look over there,’ he said, pointing towards the beetling purple-grey clouds building up to the west. ‘We’ll be there in an hour, maybe less.’ He sighed. ‘I’m so tired of this.’
‘We’ll get the goats in,’ Tab said. ‘It’ll be all right.’ Then she called to Freya, who was sweeping the pavement on the other side of the main courtyard. ‘There’s a vortex coming, Freya. We need to get the goats inside.’
‘And don’t forget to latch the lid of the straw-box,’ Bendo said. ‘I’ll go and make sure that the shickins haven’t laid any eggs yet. I’d hate for the first eggs they give us to be smashed all over the place in a vortex.’
Freya frowned. ‘Eggs?’ she asked Bendo.
‘Yes, eggs.’
‘From the shickins?’
‘Yes, from the shickins!’ he replied impatiently. ‘So many questions, so little work!’
‘But aren’t they roosters, those ones?’ said Freya.
Slowly Bendo turned his eyes towards Tab, who was trying to keep her growing grin under control. ‘Roosters?’
Tab nodded.
‘All of them?’
She nodded again.
‘You knew this?’
‘I suspected,’ she said.
‘And you didn’t think to tell me?’
‘You seemed so… happy together, with the singing, and the patting …’
‘Goats!’ Bendo shouted, his hands shaking, his face flushed. ‘See to the goats, you revolting child! Both of you, before I lose my temper! And tie them up properly this time!’
As they scuttled away to see to the animals, Freya glanced up from under her eyebrows at Tab. ‘ Singing to them? That’s what you told him?’
Tab chuckled. ‘Everyone needs a hobby. Mine is Bendo.’
Tucked up safely in her little sleeping-stall, Tab squeezed her eyes tightly closed and entered the mind of Rat.›››Thank you
A moment later she saw the triangle of brightness, and then stronger light as Rat poked its nose out. Stelka was standing at the far side of her cell, holding the bars and looking out into the corridor.
As she usually did, Tab made the rat squeal, and at the shrill sound, Stelka turned around. ‘Tab?’ she asked, wiping her eyes.
With a gentle mental prod, Tab caused the rat to squeal again.
Over her shoulder, Stelka glanced further into the dark of the dungeon, before squatting down. Through Rat’s eyes, Tab saw her bring her face closer. For a moment it felt as if the rat was flinching away and peparing to run.›››Steady
Stelka closed her eyes then, and a moment later Tab felt her consciousness edging in alongside hers in the mind of Rat.›››Is Tab?
›››Yes it is››I have to tell you something, Stelka. I followed Fontagu, like you suggested
›››What did happen?
›››He agreed to do a play. He’s doing The Gimlet Eye
›››Very good story that one good choice
›››They took it away from him. They took his script
›››Who?
›››Do you know someone called Kalip Rendana?
She felt Stelka hesitate, but it wasn’t a hesitation that came of fear or uncertainty. It seemed to come of nothing more than Stelka thinking, turning the name over and over in her mind. Finally she had an answer.›››I not know Kalip Rendana
›››He works for Janus, who works for Florian
A shudder brushed past Tab’s awareness.›››He is bad man
›››Well yes, of course he is. We all hate Florian
Somehow, through her next thought, Tab could feel Stelka’s sudden flare of indignation.›››Not Florian. Janus is bad man
›››He only works for Florian
›››Janus only works for Janus
›››What should I do now?››They took Fontagu’s play
›››Do nothing››Wait and watch. You are magician
›››What’s that got to do with it?
›››Magician knows when to act. Go now. Not mind-talk too much for now
›››Are you all right?
›››Go now. Talk later. And be careful, friend Tab
Tab felt Stelka’s mind tear away like a piece of damp paper, and then she was alone in the mind of Rat.›››Thank you again, little friend