"It's a girl's name," Terelle said.
Russet considered. "Familiar. Lyneth. Yes, I remember. Two rainlords lost daughter in desert. Lyneth. Stormlord, folk said. Father be still looking for her, even now. Sandcrazy man with limp. His name? Ianin? Iani, that be it. Husband to Moiqa, Highlord of Qanatend. Their daughter."
"Not a lost child," Shale said. "A kidnapped child. She must have died, of illness perhaps. Otherwise he would not have needed me."
"Taquar maybe killed her if she not stormlord he wanted," Russet said.
"Maybe she just went crazy," Terelle whispered. "All those years shut away…"
"Here." Russet gave the bracelet back to Shale. "Give to Cloudmaster when ye meet." He sounded more gleeful than touched by the tragedy it represented.
Shale's expression was one of revulsion. "You would like to see Breccia and Scarcleft fighting one another," he said. "Why?"
Russet's face twitched. "I be owing them nothing," he said. "Asked them for help, all those years ago. Nealrith, Granthon, Taquar, Moiqa, others, too-not one help get me what rightfully mine. Not one."
"What was it that was rightfully yours?" Shale asked.
But the old man left the room for the hallway without replying.
"My mother," Terelle said quietly. "He means my mother. He asked them to help him find her."
He thought about that and whispered back, "At least we can guess now why he's helping me. He wants to stir up trouble between the cities. Between Nealrith and Taquar."
Terelle wanted to argue, wanted to deny it, but she couldn't bring herself to utter the words. It could have been true. She settled for changing the subject. "If Taquar finds you, but thinks you won't cooperate, he could have you killed. We heard today that they were conducting a house-to-house search on the other side of our level. And that some of the streets were blocked off."
"Were they looking for me?"
"I don't know. Nobody was allowed over there to find out what was going on."
"Terelle, you need to be careful. Anyone who helps me could be in danger."
"Let him try to hurt me," she said, half-amused, half-rattled by the concern in his voice. "He'd have to override waterpainting magic first. You see, Russet has painted me older than I am now." Her amusement vanished with her next thought. When she had left the snuggery, she had sworn she would be free to do as she wanted. And yet Russet now as good as owned her. She wasn't even able to think of leaving him.
She, who had so valued her freedom, had lost all the freedom she'd ever had. Every day after that, enforcers searched a different sector of the level and then carefully screened everyone who entered the searched areas afterwards.
"Only a matter of time before they get here," Shale said. "And still too soon to be expecting Highlord Nealrith." It was hard to curb his impatience to be gone.
Russet's advice was to let them come. "They never be looking for a Reduner," he said.
"What reason would a Reduner be here, in our room?" Terelle asked. "It would seem so odd to an enforcer, surely. I mean, Reduners don't mix with Scarcleft folk."
"Reduner caravanners be selling goods to anyone, just like 'Baster caravanners. Can sell waterpainters red pigment, no?"
They prepared themselves by getting rid of anything that tied Shale to his past: the books, his clothes, the cloth bag. Then they made paint-powder in different shades of red and wrapped each in red cloth.
"I'm in trouble if an enforcer speaks to me in the Reduner tongue," Shale said. "I know all the more common words, and I understand quite a bit, but that's all."
Russet grunted. "Scarpen folk be too arrogant to learn other tongues," he said, dismissing Shale's concerns with an airy wave of his hand.
He has to be the most irritating man I've ever met, Shale thought.
As far as he knew, no one was aware that Russet's room had an extra person. Terelle had no need to buy him water, and whenever his water-senses told him there was anyone around, he spoke only in a whisper and avoided using the communal outhouse at the end of the hallway. The secrecy was tiresome but bearable. When Vato warned Terelle the search had started in their area, Russet announced that if the enforcers took Shale, he-Russet-must be free to paint him out of trouble. With that, he disappeared with his paints and trays.
"Oooh!" Terelle cried after he'd gone. "Sometimes I want to push his face right into the middle of one of his paintings while the paint is still wet! He's leaving us to face the enforcers alone, the-the sand-blighted misbegotten son of a-"
Shale grinned sympathetically as words failed her. "It doesn't matter. We can do this alone. At least we know he would do his best to help you afterwards if anything went wrong."
They heard the commotion in the street first. People wailing, shouts. It was past midday, though, before Shale sensed strangers coming up their stairs. "A party of six. All men," he said.
Terelle tensed. "Is it them?"
"Probably."
"I'm scared," she whispered.
"Don't be. We've rehearsed all this. And we have got rid of everything that ties me to Taquar." That wasn't quite true. Hidden in the hem of his tunic was Lyneth's bracelet, but he wasn't going to remind her of that. "How do I look?"
She surveyed him critically. "Like a Reduner. But belt on your scimitar."
He grabbed the weapon up, cursing himself for forgetting it, and did up the sword belt. She reached up to arrange his red braids so that some fell in front of his ears and were clearly visible.
They left the door open and were therefore forced to listen to the sounds of their neighbours being bullied. Terelle paled. Shale smiled encouragement, but she didn't look any happier.
When the enforcers and a reeve arrived, she was calmly counting tokens into Shale's outstretched hand. The paint-powder was on the table, with several of the cloths untied to show the heaps of colour.
She looked up as the men appeared. "Yes?" she asked.
They ignored her question and all of them entered the room. Four of them began searching, throwing belongings around without care. The reeve and the enforcer in charge stood either side of the doorway.
"Your name and work?" the reeve asked.
"Terelle Grey, apprentice waterpainter. I live here with my, um, grandfather, Russet, who does the waterpaintings for the upper levels." She dug into her pocket and pulled out the uplevel pass Russet had left with her.
The reeve looked at it, then passed it back and turned his attention to Shale.
Shale stared back, with arrogant calm, or so he hoped.
"And who are you?" the reeve asked.
"Evrim, caravanner of Dune Pebblered," Shale said, imitating a heavy Reduner accent.
One of the searchers slashed the pallets so that he could feel through the teased fibres inside. Terelle winced when she saw what he was doing.
"Why are you here?" the reeve asked Shale.
"Trading," he answered.
"We buy red paint from his dune," Terelle added and indicated the powder on the table in front of her. "And is it really necessary to make such a mess?" An enforcer had started to rake through the ashes in the hearth, sending up billows of dust.
"I didn't know there was a Reduner caravan in," the enforcer by the door said. He had been watching his men, but now his gaze held Shale's.
Shale glared. "You spy?" he asked suspiciously. "Spy on me?" His hand dropped to the handle of his scimitar.
Terelle looked horrified. She made an involuntary gesture of negation.
"No, no," the enforcer said hurriedly. His right hand hovered around the hilt of his weapon, but he did not look happy at the prospect of a fight against a Reduner.
"We have no quarrel with you," the reeve said to Shale. "Finish your business, pedeman, and be on your way."
Grateful for the reputation Reduners had for being quick and deadly in battle, Shale took his hand away from the scimitar. He drew himself up and folded his arms instead. "Reduner warrior never leave woman alone with rakui men!" he said. "I wait!"