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There was a finality to her statement, and she regarded the garden now, silhouetted in the bright square of light. A bird flittered about one of the bushes by the window, bringing a sense of
tranquillity to proceedings.

‘Your husband passed away recently,’ I said. ‘I’m sorry for your loss. Did he have anything to do with Lacanta?’

Divran’s body froze, her shoulders became tense – just for a moment – until she released them and became calm once again. She still did not look at me. ‘He killed himself
because of her. He threw himself out of a window because he couldn’t have her.’

‘There was no love between the two of you any longer?’

‘There never was at all,’ she said bitterly. ‘I always loathed him. He married me for money and for my family ties.’

She spoke then of his pitiful attempts at furthering his own career in the Senate, of his own ‘pathetic little interests’ and of his sudden affection for Lacanta.

‘It didn’t go anywhere,’ she said. ‘It was never going to. Still, some men are just like that, aren’t they, once these little infatuations take root.’

She spoke of how he died, having thrown himself from a window at a party one night. The height of the fall was enough to kill him, much to the dismay and disgust of the guests. In the lead-up to
his death, his behaviour had become suddenly very nervous. He was a paranoid man. He was concerned the authorities were out to get him because of his overtures towards Lacanta. This would all be
easy to verify, of course, but something unsettled me. It was the way she described it: hinting at darker forces behind his actions, the possibility of a curse being placed upon him. It was obvious
this is what she believed.

She let the doubt hang there: if I chose to believe her story, then I had to accept her supernatural abilities.

‘Do you miss him?’ I asked, watching her reaction carefully; but she gave nothing away.

‘If others say I am a witch, then I can still talk with him.’ She chuckled to herself. ‘It’s even said that I commune with other dead husbands, enabling them to walk
about the city. People say a lot of things.’

‘I’m not interested in what others say right now, senator. What do you say?’

‘I say that the dead have ways of still being with us, whether we like it or not. Walk among the tombs sometime, officer. It will do you some good.’

Divran was no more enlightening and always mysterious, enjoying the attention I was giving her. So I left.

When I arrived home, somewhat disturbed by my encounter, a messenger had left notification of my father’s funeral, which was to take place shortly after dawn the next day. I hoped that the
pontiff back at the temple had put up a public notification to inform other people.

There was another note from Bellona: a priest had stopped by but left no official message of his business.

With a heavy heart, I tried to clear my mind and set to work.

The statements from the guests were spread out before me, waiting to be sifted through in order to divine some kind of truth. It was an impossible task: the guests would all have vaguely similar
or vaguely conflicting statements; families would, most likely, say that they had seen Lacanta at slightly different times before the temple was opened; people would no doubt vouch for each
other.

Before that task, I had to send a letter to the Sun Chamber headquarters in Free State, detailing my investigation of this crime and the king’s insistence that the case be resolved
swiftly. Someone had gone to great lengths to kill Lacanta and I suspected that it could cause further political tensions. I requested also that any unattached agents be sent to help me, but that
was unlikely – they operated in ways that I barely understood.

I took a brief break to sip some herbal tea whilst regarding the sunlit street from my front door, once again familiarizing myself with the city, the passers-by, my neighbours.

It may have been my mind playing tricks on me, somehow layering the past over the present in my imagination, but I could have sworn that one of the women who walked along the road was familiar.
It was just a glimpse, no more, but enough to release a shiver up my neck – though I stopped short of walking out to get a better look.

Perhaps my encounter with Divran had encouraged strange thoughts in my mind, but it seemed like someone I once knew. Who I once loved.

Shaking my head, I finished my tea and resumed work.

Leana returned moments later looking as cool and calm as ever, despite having spent time rummaging around the more questionable parts of the city.

‘The word is out,’ she announced. ‘Everyone in Barrantum knows. Even the slums. By the way, this city has some dire places.’

‘I know. So what were people saying? I like to think there might be truth in rumour on occasion.’

‘They say a ghost or god did it,’ she replied.

‘A ghost?’ Perhaps Divran had been spreading rumours.

Leana shrugged. ‘It is only what I heard. This is not the truth you wanted?’

‘There seems to be a lot of superstition in the city. Anyway, we both have dinner plans later.’

‘What, me also?’ A look of concern came over her face.

‘Yes, you also.’

‘That sounds suspicious,’ she sneered. ‘What do they want with me? I am not dancing or getting naked for any men. I will cut their c—’

‘There’s no need for that,’ I interrupted. ‘As if I would expose you to that! You’ll be present as my guest, that’s all.’

‘Your guest. This still sounds odd, but someone needs to keep you out of trouble. You will be drinking lots at this party I take it?’

‘No, of course not – it is my father’s funeral tomorrow morning. Come to think of it, we probably shouldn’t even stay out all that late.’

Leana nodded thoughtfully. ‘What have you got there?’ She indicated the parchments on the desk.

‘Statements from the guests.’ I told her about my visit to the palace, but my mind wasn’t forming any connections at that moment. Light was fading from the sky, it was early
evening and I needed to rest before tonight’s activities.

‘You should know also,’ Leana said, walking away, ‘that I have seen three different men over the past day loitering outside the main gate. One hid a knife up his sleeve. When
it was clear to him that no one was going to leave the house, he walked into the crowds and spirited himself away.’

‘Do you think they were anything to do with that rider who was following us before we came to Tryum?’

‘Hard to say from what they were wearing. I do not remember his face,’ Leana replied with nonchalance, and turned towards her room.

It was only then I noticed the small collection of bones she had been holding behind her back.

‘I see you’ve found something to put towards a shrine for Gudan,’ I called out after her.

Leana paused momentarily before I saw a flicker of excitement in her composure. ‘On the edge of Plutum I found a herbalist from Atrewe. An old woman who left long ago, because of the
troubles. She makes a living from selling herbs, trinkets and very authentic clay pots.’

Visibly happy, Leana strolled into her room.

It came as something of a relief that Leana had made a connection. She had come with me from her homeland – not that she ever showed much sign of wanting to return. Our relationship was
hard to explain to most people: we expressed our bond in our shared silences, our unspoken gestures. We learned to live side by side through rough periods and rougher places, slowly understanding
the way each other operated, building a trust that I doubted could be replicated with anyone. Her presence offered protection and security; sometimes I doubted what I could offer her and hoped
that, deep down, it went beyond money and a way to escape bad memories.

And I recalled the contradictions of Tryum: indeed it was a city of many cultures, and many new accents and dialects; yet from what I had gathered, people feared foreigners more than ever. This
was strange – even in the deepest days of the Empire, it was said that Detrata and Tryum especially welcomed people from all over the continent. We considered them Detratan even though they
had not been born here.

Had things changed in the harsher conditions? Had the lack of food led to a natural distrust of people who were not local? Were the senatorial classes sowing seeds of fear so that it might be a
popular act to invade other countries? No doubt we would soon find out.

A little while later, in our finest clothing, we left for the event at Senator Veron’s house. We took no more than seven steps out of the front gate before we found ourselves in
trouble.

They were waiting for us in the shadows, three men wearing hooded tunics and cheap sandals. I couldn’t tell much about them from their faces, but they were soon crowding
around us, steering us back against the red wall surrounding my property. Leana had her short sword in her hand before I even thought to draw mine.

Leana crouched, grabbed some dust from the ground and flung it into the nearest assailant’s face before striking the man next to him with her blade, drawing blood. She then turned her
attention to the first man, who was still wiping his eyes, and jabbed the blade into his thigh. Screaming, he crumpled to the ground clutching his leg. I went for the man Leana had injured, making
a few lazy jabs and eventually managed to knock his blade to one side. I punched him in the centre of his face, feeling his nose crunch. He, too, fell to the ground; I smacked him over the back of
his head with the pommel of my sword and then he lay still.

The other grounded attacker received the same treatment while Leana dealt with the final standing assailant, who seemed more skilled in the arts of violence. Never wanting to miss any action, a
small crowd had gathered to watch, cheering Leana on. Realizing this she delighted in making some utterly unnecessary show moves, delivering rapid punches to her opponent’s face and stomach
and kicks to the side of his leg.

While she revelled in what she did best, I called for someone in the crowd to bring some rope. After being handed some I quickly tied the others’ hands behind their backs. Leana finally
finished, much to the admiration and cheers of the locals. I tied up the last of them, and lined up the three attackers side by side outside my front gates.

‘You were slow,’ Leana declared, out of breath but with a grin on her face. ‘Bellona’s cooking will only make you worse.’

‘I’m out of practice, that’s all,’ I said.

They were poor, not particularly well-nourished men – clearly the bottom of the chain, as far as I was concerned. Perhaps their employers would seek me out in other, gentler ways. I sent
for the Civil Cohorts to come and clean up.

Constable Farrum arrived on the scene quickly, in his silver sash and brown tunic. I noticed crumbs in his beard.

‘Sorry if I disturbed your meal,’ I said, and he started to brush out the crumbs. I told him what had happened, pointed out the crowd of witnesses, and asked him to identify who
these men were and what they were doing here.

He seemed nervous and excited as he checked a few trivial details with me, before calling out to some of his own men. A handcart lumbered forwards and the attackers were hauled up on board,
still unconscious, before being taken away. There were very few gaols in Tryum – it seemed that the city didn’t consider dedicating resources to prisoners particularly worthwhile when
matters could be dealt with privately, but I instructed Farrum I’d pay him for his troubles.

‘Every other day we found a fight in Venyn City,’ Leana commented. ‘I am surprised just how quickly we got into it in Tryum. You told me this was the most civilized city in the
Vispasian Royal Union.’

‘It is,’ I replied.

‘It seems much like others,’ Leana said, ‘if you ask me.’

It was dark now and, though keeping time in Tryum was a loose concept, we hurried because we did not want to appear too rude to our host.

‘I am . . . nervous,’ Leana admitted.

‘You just won a fight with three men and now you’re nervous?’

‘Spirits save me, you are not helping my mood.’

‘You’ll be fine. It’s just a party.’ I laughed. It seemed absurd that Leana could be intimidated by the grand approach to Senator Veron’s mansion and yet easily
handle herself when threatened.

‘Easy for you to say. You live and breathe such social circles. Me, I belong with ordinary people.’

‘I enjoy being with people from all walks of life.’

‘So you like to think,’ she replied. ‘You were born into this higher life. Me, I must keep silent when they talk to me, lest I betray my background.’

‘Let their words wash over you. Most of it is a lot of pretentious nonsense. Anyway, you’ve not met them yet – you might decide you like them.’

‘Just why must we go to this stupid thing?’

‘For work and for pleasure,’ I replied. ‘Many of the highest levels of Tryum society will be gathering under one roof. There’s every chance one of them will be able to
tell us something about the murder, or at the very least open up some useful routes of enquiry. It’s why we should be glad that Veron has welcomed us into his social circle – that man
is giving us quick access to the great and good of Tryum, whether or not he realizes it.’