'I am, Mistress Siala,' Zhia replied gravely, her hands clasped to her chest and head inclined slightly. Four peaked windows behind Siala spread a carpet of golden light into the room.
'Please, sit,' Siala said, nodding to a chair bathed in the warm sun¬light.
'If it doesn't offend you, I would prefer to stand,' Zhia replied calmly. She recognised Siala's intention, to make her hot and uncomfortable as she was questioned – though the effect on a vampire would be rather more than merely uncomfortable. She stood behind the high-backed
chair and arched her back theatrically. 'I'm afraid all this travelling has knotted me up quite dreadfully. It would be a blessing just to be able to stand straight for a while.'
Siala conceded and directed Zhia's attention to the two attendants on the chaise longue. They rose at Siala's gesture. One woman was dressed like a common soldier, but with a rapier on her hip. She had the long, pronounced features of a Deneli tribeswoman. She gave Zhia a broad smile as recognition flashed in both faces.
'May I introduce you to Haipar, who is acting as representative for a group of mercenaries we have employed.'
'As a matter of fact, we've already met,' Haipar said, pushing back her whitened hair. Her other hand rested on her sword hilt. Zhia ignored her; the blade was just for show. Haipar would not have been hired for her skill with a sword, but for her rather more brutal talents – and if she were representative of the mercenaries they employed, Siala had definitely bitten off more than she could chew. Zhia noted that despite being banished from her clan years ago, Haipar still brushed ash into her hair, as though trying to look as old as she actu¬ally was. It could have been a day since they last met, rather than the decade it was.
Siala arched her eyebrows. Zhia said nothing, but she shifted her weight, ready to leap for the door if Haipar gave her away. Fighting her way out of the Red Palace might be messy if some of her comrades were also around, but none were Zhia's match, even without the Skull.
'We once shared an employer,' Haipar said after a moment. 'Ostia was acting as political advisor, while I- Ah, I helped with certain matters of security.'
And thus I can personally testify to the efficacy of your employ¬ee's talents,' Zhia said with a smile, relieved at Haipar's utter lack of loyalty. 'I would have been in significant danger, had it not been for Haipar.'
'Ostia flatters me; she had quite a firm grip on events, as I recall,' Haipar replied, a calculating glint in her eye.
Siala watched them both, a slight smile hovering on her lip, before moving on. 'The young woman next to Haipar is Legana, who has recently been persuaded to join the Circle.'
Legana, a startlingly beautiful woman of Farlan origin, said nothing but offered Zhia a brief bow. She was dressed as if for a formal hunt;
her light jerkin of bleached chamois leather, though detailed in mother-of-pearl, was clearly functional.
No doubt you'd wear a man's clothes if you could, Zhia thought to herself. Dear me, Lesar! hasn't grown any more subtle with age, has he? Any fool could tell she's ideal for recruitment to the Circle – so didn't they even question it! That girl looks just a little too beautiful and a little too dangerous to be the innocent she would have us think.
'Legana, Haipar, if you would wait outside?' Siala's voice broke into Zhia's musings. 'Mistress Ostia and 1 have business to discuss.'
Zhia felt Siala's eyes on her back as she turned to watch them leave.
'Ostia, you appear to be rather more experienced than 1 had realised,' Siala began as the door closed. '1 would not have expected you to run in the same circles as Haipar – not with her savage reputation.'
Zhia restrained a smile. Oh, if you only knew, you foolish little girl, she thought, but said, 'You know what Haipar is, then?'
'1 do – or at least, 1 have heard stories of her kind. Considering the predicament the Sisterhood finds itself in, we are in need of such fearsome reputations.'
And yet you wouldn't welcome mine. 'That may be, but mercenaries like Haipar are notoriously difficult to control,' Zhia said softly. 'Their value on the battlefield is undeniable, but they can prove tiresome at other times.' She left her comment to sink in and changed the subject. 'Might 1 ask about the man with whom you were just meeting?'
'Who? Oh, the minstrel.' Siala gave a dismissive wave. 'Just the leader of some travelling players with a request.'
'just a travelling player,' Zhia echoed, 'yet he managed to secure I meeting with you? I'm impressed that you find time to sleep if you deal with every scrap of business yourself.'
'Of course I don't, but the man had persuaded an official to request an audience on his behalf.' Siala paused, her eyes becoming slightly vacant and glassy. For a moment, Zhia thought the woman had been enchanted, then she recognised it as puzzlement. 'A strange one, but persuasive. Certainly suited to the stage. I found his voice quite hypnotic'
'And his request?'
'The request? Nothing important. The minstrel wanted to use condemned criminals in one of his plays to make an execution scene real.'
'And your reply?' Something was troubling Zhia: she of all people had few qualms about killing, and she knew full well how best to please a mob, but the man wore an augury chain, and augury chains were not trinkets for the vain. Whether it had been a test for Siala, or something else, there was something more going on. 'Did you allow it?'
'Yes. Do you disapprove?' Siala glared, daring a challenge to her authority.
'Not at all, it was mere curiosity. The man intrigued me.'
'Why?'
'He wore an augury chain, not costume jewellery, but a real one,' Zhia said, interested in Siala's reaction. 'I would guess that no more than a hundred have been made in the last two millennia. The com-plexity, the materials – augury chains are incredibly expensive. That a wandering minstrel has one…' Zhia shrugged. 'What was his name?'
'Augury chains?' Siala looked blank. 'I've never heard of them. He called himself Rojak; he has rented the sunken theatre between Six Temples and the Shambles.'
'Rojak?' The name meant nothing to Zhia. 'If circumstances allow, perhaps I will take in a show after all.'
'Well, before you do,' Siala said brusquely, annoyed that she had been diverted from her intended subject, 'please tell me what hap¬pened in Narkang. The few reports I've had have been patchy at best. It appears you were the only sister of any importance to survive.' Her calm facade slipping, she leaned across the marble desk. 'Is it certain the queen of the Fysthrall died? Were you there?'
Zhia had perfected the look of innocence thousands of years before Siala had been born. Now she knew what Siala wanted to know, and Siala's careful scrutiny would bear no fruit.
'I was not present at the queen's death, no,' she began, a touch of regret in her voice. 'She had assigned me as handler for the pirate Herolen Jex – she had little faith in his intelligence and thought it best to have regular updates.'
Siala hid her disappointment. And your escape from the city?'
'When the attack failed, the city was chads. I found myself in the company of two local mercenaries and once I proved to them that I'd be useful to them alive – and problematic to kill – we fled together. I must assume we were fortunate, for I remember little beyond those frantic periods of running and hiding, and killing those in our way.'
She watched Siala's face as she added, 'We stole some horses and my modest magic was sufficient to keep us hidden from pursuers.'
'And what of the events in the jousting arena?'
'Is there much to know? They had captured the Farlan Krann and were going to bond him to the Queen's service as planned once he was awake. I cannot tell you whether they underestimated his strength, or if King Emin got a rescue party through – I do know the attack was anticipated, not the complete surprise our agents had led us to believe, so the king may well have been prepared.'