'Why are you asking questions? Worried the Watch might be on your trail, are you? That's how it reads to me.' The young man took a pair of slim gloves from his belt and drew them on with elaborate care.
Casuel blinked tears from his own eyes. 'I'm simply trying to find out what happened.'
Evern punched him abruptly, hard in the mouth. 'Why?' he screamed, incensed.
A trickle of blood tickled down Casuel's chin. He winced as he licked at the split in his lip and fought to control a whimper as Evern stood before him, slapping a cupped hand around his fist, heedless of the blood smearing the fine leather. The sound of running feet in the corridor echoed in the tense silence and Casuel looked desperately at the door.
'You're a Tormalin, aren't you?' Evern said thoughtfully. 'There've been a couple of Tormalins asking around, but they seem to have disappeared. Who are they?'
'I really have no idea!' Casuel said desperately. 'I don't even know who you are talking about.'
'You're going to have to do better than this, shit-for-brains,'
Evern spat, his face ugly with frustration. 'I want to know what they had to do with it; why else would they disappear?'
He punched Casuel violently under the ribs, leaving him gasping and retching.
Allin broke into noisy sobs of fear, suddenly silenced when she realised that made her the centre of attention.
Evern turned to look at her, contempt plain on his drawn face. 'What have you got to tell me, then?' He twisted a hand in Allin's forlorn ringlets and wrenched her head back.
'What do you know?' He bent his face close to hers and scowled.
'Nothing,' she whimpered, clutching her hands to her breast.
Evern straightened and looked down on her with disdain. 'So you're just here to warm his sheets, are you?'
He turned abruptly back to Casuel, who flinched as far as he was able. His arms were starting to go numb below the grip of the trappers and his jaw ached fiercely.
'She's a bit young for plucking, isn't she?' Evern sneered. 'But you look as if you'd be desperate for it. So, why not share her around? Let's see what she knows that way!'
'Leave her alone, you swine!' Casuel struggled futilely, jumbled thoughts anguished. What would Usara do to him if the silly poult got herself raped! 'She's got nothing to do with any of this.'
Evern pushed his face close and Casuel could smell the expensive scents beneath his rank sweat. 'Convince me!' he snarled in a low tone.
Casuel closed his eyes and mentally cursed the day he'd left Hadrumal. 'I am a wizard, you know.' He groped for some dignity and missed, his voice emerging as little more than a desperate squeak.
'So what?' Evern stood back a little, his face hard. 'Am I supposed to be impressed or something? Wizards do what they're paid to do, in my experience. Going to turn me into a toad, are you?'
He drew a thin dagger and laid the gleaming steel against Casuel's throat. 'They're saying whoever killed Yeniya used magic to get away. Why don't I kill you anyway, on the off-chance you were involved?'
He pressed harder and turned the edge of the blade into Casuel's skin. Casuel began to shake as a burning line of pain crawled down his neck.
'I swear, I had nothing to do with it,' he croaked. 'I'm sorry for your loss.'
Evern closed his eyes on unbearable anguish and a tear beaded his lashes. He turned away with a gesture and the trappers began to beat Casuel with systematic brutality that spoke of considerable experience.
He tried to curl himself around his guts and groin, dimly aware of Allin wailing as his world shrank to a nightmare of pain beyond anything he had ever imagined he might experience.
'I don't think he knows anything, chief. Mel, shut that bitch up or give her something to really cry about.'
Casuel heard the trapper's words through the ringing in his ears after what seemed an eternity.
'He's not the type to hold out, not after a good kicking.'
Tears of relief joined the slime and blood on Casuel's cheeks. He lay still, tense, not daring to move but cautiously opened his eyes. There was a slight sound outside the room and they all turned their heads towards it.
The trapper on the door grunted as the handle rattled, but as he shifted his feet he got the white-painted panels in the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. Before he could regain his feet, a heavy-set man with a dark beard entered and kicked him swiftly in the groin. Sword drawn, he swept his blade round in a menacing arc and glared at Evern.
'Call off your dogs, or I'll have to kill them.'
'Darni!' Casuel tried to get up, halting on his knees as agonising pain lanced through his chest.
'Bet you never thought you'd be so glad to see me, Cas.' Darni smiled wickedly.
Evern took a step back from Darni's sword point, hands low and wide. 'Who the shit are you?' he spat in baffled rage.
Darni sketched a bow. 'Someone telling you that you're making a big mistake here. It's lucky for you that Carral had the sense to let me know about that letter. This sorry pot of piss had nothing to do with Yeniya's death.'
'And how do you know that?' Evern's dagger began to rise.
'Why don't you drop that rat-sticker?' Darni's voice was cold as ice. 'Kick it over here.'
Evern hesitated but then obeyed and Casuel began to breathe again in shallow gasps.
'I know he had nothing to do with her death, because he's working for the same master as me.' Darni looked around at the trappers. 'Why don't you all sit down and we can discuss this sensibly. That's what I would prefer and I am the one with the broadsword, when all's said and done.'
Evern's lips narrowed and a furious growl of frustration escaped him but he finally nodded. 'All right.'
The trappers moved to help their colleague still groaning on the floor as he clutched himself, face grey under his dirt. They moved to stand in a row by the window, leaving Evern between themselves and Darni.
'So, who do you work for?' Evern folded his arms and looked arrogantly at Darni.
'The Council of Mages, of course.' Darni sounded surprised that the man needed to ask. 'Planir is most concerned over the possibility of magic being used in such an appalling crime.'
'He's an Archmage's agent?' Evern stared down at Casuel with patent disbelief.
'No, but I am. Get up, Cas.' Darni drew a thong from the neck of his shirt and Evern looked open-mouthed at the bronze ring on it.
'Show me that,' he demanded. Darni drew the string over his head, tossing it over.
'How do I know this is real?' he asked, flinging it back after a moment.
Darni shook his head, snatching the ring out of the air. 'Do you think someone's going to risk faking that? People don't cross Planir, believe me.'
He looked at Casuel, who had struggled to a chair, still hugging his aching ribs. 'I don't know what he's going to think of this,' he said contemplatively. 'You've made a right mess of poor old Cas, haven't you?'
'I had my reasons,' Evern spat. 'No wizard's going to tell me how to do things in my own city, Archmage or not. I had reason to think this waste of skin was mixed up in this and I'm entitled to find out. Magic helped kill Yeniya and if any mage was involved, we'll drive the whole sorry mess of them into the ocean. What's your precious Archmage going to do if we close the city to you bastards? The guilds don't need you, we run this city and that's the way it'll stay.'
Darni simply shook his head again. 'Don't make pointless threats. You're the ones who'll lose in the long run if you force out the wizards.'
He smiled at Evern, an expression Casuel found the most frightening thing he'd seen so far.