She sighed. "Thamalon-"
"Enough," he said. "I wanted to know how my life took the path it did, and you've told me. I don't need to hear professions of remorse. We have a problem to solve. Let's focus on that."
"Fine," she rapped. "Then, who was Master Moon, do you think?"
Thamalon shook his head. "I don't know. I have a nagging feeling I've heard his voice before, but I don't know where or when. You should have waited to make your move until he revealed his identity."
"I moved at a moment when he was busy enjoying the sound of his own voice, and his henchmen were distracted by it as well. If I'd waited, we might not have gotten a second chance."
"I suppose."
"Anyway, I have no idea who he is, either," she said. "Nor could I identify any of the hired bravos, which is what they almost certainly were. In my youth, I was acquainted with half the bullies and cutpurses in the city, but now…" She shrugged.
"Then we're stymied," he said.
"Perhaps not. I can think of two people who might lead us to the wizard. One is Audra Sweetdreams, the other, the first rogue with whom I crossed swords as we broke free of the clearing. We might be able to find him, for I got a good look at his face, and also noticed he has fish-scale tattoos."
Thamalon's green eyes narrowed. "Some of the watermen carry such marks. Of course, there's no shortage of watermen."
"True," she agreed. "Still, it will be easier to search among them than to comb the whole city at random. Now, here's my thought. At the moment, we possess one advantage. Master Moon thinks I'm dead. He won't take any extraordinarily precautions to keep me from tracking him down, and I can take him by surprise when I do. So I'll make inquiries, and you'll go home and protect the children. If the wizard wanted to kill both of us, he's likely to strike at them as well, to annihilate the House of Uskevren for good."
"The 'inquiries' could be dangerous."
"I can take care of myself. Moreover, Master Moon did something to me that no one else has ever done. He made me his dupe. I mean to show him just how deeply I resent that."
"I know just how you feel," Thamalon said sardonically, "and I agree to your scheme with one amendment. I'm coming with you."
"No. I'm used to doing such things alone." "Nonsense. You already told me you've had dealings with other thieves and traveled with a troop of adventurers. Are you worried I'll slow you down? You should have noticed by now that, 'old man,' though I may be, I can take care of myself as well."
"I am aware of that," she admitted. "But I don't understand why you would want to accompany me, now that you know that all of our life together has been a lie."
"I may detest you, woman, but at the moment, what does it matter? We have an enemy to ferret out, it's a risky task, and you'll be better off with someone watching your back. Besides, if you want Master Moon to believe you dead, the ruse will be more convincing if neither of us surfaces. Whereas if I turn up alive, it will suggest the possibility that you might have survived as well."
"But what about the children?"
"They've got Jander, Brom, and the guards to protect them. They should be safe for the time being, and in the long run, we'll ward them best by eliminating this threat as expeditiously as possible."
She threw up her hands. "Very well. Well hunt together."
"Then if you're able, we should get moving. Our foes left our capes lying back in the glade, but they stole our horses, and it's a long walk back to town."
Chapter 12
At the point where the city wall ended and the docks began, Shamur and Thamalon stood and regarded the expanse of water where the River Arkhen, or the Elzimmer, as the townsfolk generally called it, flowed into Selgaunt Bay. It was evening, with a frigid wind moaning in from the sea, and so, as it did every night, the "floating city" of the watermen had come back into existence. By day, countless boats ferried passengers and cargo about the harbor and along the river, or ventured out to sea in search of fish. At dusk, those who lived and worked aboard these vessels brought them together to form a great tangle that sometimes extended all the way to the north shore. It then became possible to step, climb, or jump from one deck to the next.
Shamur and Thamalon hadn't needed to hike all the way back into Selgaunt. Shortly after reaching Rauthauvyr's Road, they'd encountered a wagon full of travelers willing to give them a ride, and more than willing to trade them plain homespun garments for their own rich nobles' attire, which, though torn, blood-spattered, and filthy, could nonetheless be sold to a second-hand clothing dealer for a handsome price.
Thus rendered inconspicuous, Shamur enjoyed the comfort and freedom of a mannish outfit of blacks and grays the likes of which she hadn't worn in thirty years. The couple parted company with their benefactors in Overwater. In that wayfarers' haven, they sold Tha-malon's gold and silver spurs to augment their store of ready cash, procured a healing salve for their sundry cuts and scrapes along with a bottle of black dye, and then went to a bathhouse. After they scrubbed the grime off, Shamur chopped her long tresses short, and both she and Thamalon colored their hair. Now thoroughly disguised, or so they hoped, they headed for a marketplace to equip themselves for the task ahead. Thamalon bought a new throwing knife and a gray steel buckler. Shamur purchased another broadsword, a dagger, and, once the shifty little merchant operating in the shabbiest corner of the market had been persuaded to trust her, a leather wallet lined with thief s tools.
Still later, back on the south side of the river, the aristocrats' first stop had been a futile one at Lampblack Alley, where they'd found Audra Sweetdreams and her two ruffians lying slain on the floor of her shop.
It had all taken more time than Shamur would have preferred, and she'd been impatient to reach the docks and begin the search for the tattooed bully. Still, the floating city exerted a kind of fascination. Colored lanterns shone aboard scores of sloops, skiffs, barges, and houseboats as if in imitation of the stars appearing overhead. Mouthwatering cooking odors wafted ashore from the boats, as did laughter and a lively tune performed on songhorn and hand drum. Despite herself, the noblewoman paused to take in the spectacle.
Thamalon said, "It is a bit of a marvel, isn't it?"
Surprised to hear her own thought echoed, Shamur turned to regard him, and saw that he'd finally left off glowering at her. He wore a simple, unadorned brown cloak, jerkin, trews, and low boots. It occurred to her that with his hair dark as his eyebrows, he must look rather as he had in those grim days before she ever met him, when the House of Uskevren was deemed ruined for all time in everyone's reckoning but his own.
"Yes," she replied. "I've always liked looking at it, and regretted that living where we do, as we do, I don't often see it anymore."
His mouth tightened. "Of course, you think I'm to blame for that, and for depriving you of all your other pleasures."
"No!" she said. Sweet Sune, it had been like this for a long, wearisome time now, a sad consequence of their estrangement. Even when one of them intended no derogation or reproach, the other was touchy and quick to take offense. "That isn't what I meant."
"If you say so. Come on." They walked out on the northernmost dock, and, the planks creaking beneath their feet and the smell of saltwater in their nostrils, approached the first of the boats tied up there. It was a barca with slanted eyes painted on each of its interchangeable ends and a square little cabin, where the skipper no doubt slept in foul weather, set in the center of the deck.
"Ahoy," called Thamalon, indicating that he wished to speak to someone onboard. He would have shouted "walking" had he merely wished to move across the barca on his way to some other craft, and then, their notions of courtesy satisfied, none of the watermen would have paid him or Shamur any mind, or at least, not if the nobles could pass for watermen themselves.