Drakenfeld (18 page)

‘What were this man’s assertions?’ I asked. ‘In fact, what was his name?’

‘Can’t remember what he was called, but this was just talk – you know how it is sometimes. Some of them were bragging about it beforehand, saying how they were getting paid a
lot of coin for this production at Optryx – we’re talking in the hundreds of pecullas.’

‘This place doesn’t seem to be the regular haunt of a king,’ I said.

‘Aye, I’ve no idea how their paths crossed.’

‘What have you heard since the night at Optryx?’ I asked.

‘Since Lacanta’s murder, you mean? That why you’re here?’ His expression betrayed his hunger for gossip.

‘Answer the question.’

The man looked down at the table with a wry smile that soon faded. ‘No one’s heard much since, it’s as if they’ve gone into hiding. It’s all a bit strange, but then
I’ve always said, these actors are weird people. Worship strange gods. Their lives are full of debauchery. They all bed each other, taking it in turns or going all at the same time probably,
I don’t know.’

‘Who they choose to bed does not make them strange people,’ I replied. ‘It depends on one’s preferences and one’s gods, of course. Why do you honestly think they
were strange?’

‘Just their behaviour, like. You know. Always going around drunk, being everywhere and then – all of a sudden – being nowhere. That’s strange for them, at
least.’

‘Do you think they left the city?’

‘Not to my knowledge. Think they’re just staying quiet. If they killed anyone, they’d need to stay out of sight if you ask me.’

For such social creatures to cease being social, something must have happened, but what could it have been? At last, I felt we might have found a genuine lead. I reached into my pocket, drew out
the folded-up paper and placed it before him. ‘How far away is this place?’

He scrutinized it in the half-light. ‘You’re reasonably close.’

I looked to Leana with a smile. Sometimes I could gain no end of pleasure in proving her blunt doubts to be wrong.

‘Guesswork,’ she said.

I turned back to the manager. ‘Well?’

‘Two streets down if you head left out the door. Turn right at the broken fountain and walk about a hundred yards down the lane. There is a place large for the district, and the Skull and
Jasmine actors all live in there together.’

‘Thank you.’ I was about to leave when I thought I would test out the name. ‘Oh, I don’t suppose you know of a Veldrum Hecater, do you?’

The panic in his face told me all I needed to know.

‘I can’t help you there, mate.’

He wouldn’t make eye contact after that. ‘I appreciate your time,’ I replied.

We turned and left the tavern, heading back out into the bright, hot day. Compared with the relative calm inside, the street seemed a dozen times busier than previously.

‘That was good,’ Leana said. ‘You did not even have to bribe him.’

‘He was so scared, he’d tell anyone anything they wanted. I don’t know how much to trust him given how quickly he wanted us out of there.’

A river of stone, the buildings and streets of the city were constantly transforming. Everywhere around were statues or structures either in various stages of decay or being
constructed with bright, new stone; though as we moved further down-city we saw much more of the former.

We followed the tavern keeper’s directions to the broken fountain, which three men were repairing while another was rebuilding the road around it. There on the corner of the street, side
by side, stood crumbling statues of the gods Trymus and Festonia. They were posed to represent the story of the founding of the city, where these two gods – man and wife at the time –
established the first few buildings that would eventually become Tryum. Together they organized a small army to fight off strange creatures that besieged the settlement, and their heroic sacrifices
later made them become gods. Though the statues had lost their shields and swords, they still stood tall and defiant, inspiring everyone in the neighbourhood on to greater acts.

Leana bought a quick snack from a street vendor and offered me a bite, but I never wanted to eat at a time like this. I prepared myself to be ready for whatever these actors would do. The house
turned out to be on a quiet street. There was a battered red awning outside and on the door was a painting of little white flowers curling in an S-shape with a skull set on top.

They looked over the looming, pale stone structure. As the tavern keeper had said it was large for the district, which made me think the Skull and Jasmine troupe were not doing as badly as many
actors. I suspected that royal money might have gone into helping them live here.

‘No windows or doors anywhere down the side,’ she said. ‘This seems the only way in and out, from the front at least. Do you think they’ll run from us?’

Memories of Venyn, where every other person we sought out tried to flee on our arrival. ‘I doubt it. Not if they’re in favour with the king.’

Knocking on the door, we stood back and waited. At the end of the street a priest walked by chanting his morning prayers. A dog sifted through the detritus that had gathered around the base of
the buildings.

Leana moved in and banged the door again with her fist several times. Eventually someone came to unlock it.

A young woman stood there, black-haired with a heavy fringe, wide-eyed and dressed in a once-ornate blue gown that had clearly seen better days. She stood a little shorter than me and was thin
to an unhealthy extent. She stared at both of us, her gaze lingering on Leana for a moment longer. The girl was giving nothing away in her expression.

‘It’s early. What do you want?’ Her voice was surprisingly crisp and confident.

‘My name is Lucan Drakenfeld, officer of the Sun Chamber. I need—’

‘An officer? I was wondering when you’d get here.’

‘You know of me?’ I asked.

‘No, I’ve no idea what the Sun Court—’

‘Sun Chamber.’

‘Sure,’ she continued. ‘I just figured that someone would come along sooner or later, someone official, and I reckon you’re someone, right? Everyone looks to the
low-downs first.’

‘This is an awfully big building for a low-down,’ I replied, and she gave a slight smile. ‘Please, I’d like to ask some questions.’

‘Sure, come inside. The place isn’t exactly clean – that’s what living with others does for you.’

We followed her inside into the musky darkness. The house was similar to many good homes in Tryum: there was a large hall with a small open roof, adjacent rooms in which to dine and a kitchen. I
assumed there were sleeping quarters higher up. But everything was run-down: many floor tiles were cracked or covered in grime; the paint on the walls was peeling. There was a strange smell, much
like that of the bar, and there weren’t many windows. Clearly this was a building that had once been a place of beauty, and it was sad to see it in this decayed state.

‘What’s your name?’ I asked.

‘Clydia. What’s your name?’ she asked addressing Leana directly.

Leana moved forward and introduced herself, seemingly amused at the young girl’s attitude.

‘So,’ Clydia continued, ‘Lucan Drakenfeld and Leana. How’s your day been?’

‘Well, I attended my father’s funeral this morning, but things are starting to improve.’

‘Oh. Sorry to hear that,’ she replied, possibly even sincerely. ‘I’m guessing you must really enjoy your work to still be out today.’

‘Something like that. I’m after information, and I think you might be able to help me.’

‘I’m guessing you’re going to want to know at least two things.’ Clydia reached down for a clay jug beside the table. ‘Wine?’

I shook my head. ‘It’s too early.’

‘Suit yourself. As I was saying, you’re going to want to know what we were doing the night of the murder, and you’re also wondering how a bunch of people like us get to know
the king.’

‘If the acting doesn’t work out, with a mind like that you could try for a career in the Civil Cohorts.’

‘Pah, I’d trust them less than I’d trust an actor,’ she sneered.

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Low-downs. More often than not, men from the cohorts will accuse us women of all sorts, get us in some dark alleyway and then try to lift our dresses. Life’s shit at the bottom, not
that someone like you would know. Just look at the way you dress. Fancy fabric, ’n all. Such a lovely voice. A nice education, no doubt.’

‘I am not here to judge,’ I said, ‘I’m simply here to find answers to my investigation.’

‘What’s she here for then?’ Clydia indicated Leana, then slumped on a cushion near the wall, alongside two fine-looking amphorae.

‘Leana helps when the answers aren’t as forthcoming as I would like.’ I gave a gentle smile.

‘That a threat?’

‘Not yet.’ I hoped Clydia wouldn’t give me too much trouble, and it seemed to me that her tongue was likely to be her most offensive weapon. ‘What exactly is the Skull
and Jasmine?’

‘I’ve often wondered that myself.’ Clydia chuckled as if noting some private joke. ‘We’re a loose group of nine actors, from different parts of Vispasia.’

‘You have a local accent – you’re from Tryum, I take it?’

‘Close. I’m from a small town further along the coast. Tryum seemed to absorb me somehow. Came here five summers ago, when I was fourteen, but the Skull and Jasmine didn’t
really come together until two years back.’

‘How did it happen?’ I spotted a couple of stools next to the table, and drew them up for Leana and myself.

‘We were desperate people. Had little in the way of money. We all fell in love with street theatre – how could we not? – and started putting on little productions to spread the
word of the older cultures.’

‘How did you get on?’

‘Not well. We didn’t make much money.’ Clydia shrugged.

‘What happened?’

‘Instead, people wanted more and more popular tales instead of art. They wanted to hear stories of what General Maxant had been up to in Mauland, stories of popular heroes, gods, comedies
. . .’ She took a sip from her cup and sighed sadly. ‘There’s not much art to that, but it paid our rent and food for a while. People don’t come to see us to learn, they
come to forget, to dream.’

‘Dreaming still requires thought. So somewhere along the line you fell in favour with the king.’

She smiled, shaking her head with amusement. ‘Strange isn’t it, people like us – a girl like me – suddenly finding ourselves in that big residence.’

‘It is a rather breathtaking place,’ I remarked.

‘Seemed like it was made for the gods. And there we were!’ She was much less aggressive now. Her face became vibrant, her attitude far warmer than before. ‘We were good friends
with the king.’

My look of surprise didn’t seem to go down well. Clydia rolled her eyes, as if she’d seen that reaction a hundred times before. It must have been annoying, if she’d had
something to brag about, that people didn’t believe her. ‘It seems unlikely . . .’

‘King Licintius likes to visit the city at night. Course, if you even mention it to him he’ll deny everything, but he liked to visit his people, only . . . not as himself. He dresses
up in disguise.’ Her expression was perfectly serious.

‘You’re not actually joking, are you?’

‘Course not. That’s how he found us. I think it’s a good thing, too – how else is a king to know his people? From senators whispering into his ear? No. He’d heard
about several theatre groups, but wanted to meet one for himself – away from the life in Optryx, so he said. We were new, we had little in the way of a following. So one night, with ten armed
guards in civilian clothing walking up and down the street outside one of our performances, the mighty King Licintius came to pay us a visit.’

I raised an eyebrow. ‘That seems . . .’

‘Hard to believe?’ Clydia finished. ‘I know. Could scarcely believe it myself. Came in here, he did – right where you’re sitting. Dressed almost like one of us.
He’s a handsome man up close – did you ever see him?’

‘I have spoken face to face with him, yes.’

‘When he’s in his royal fineries he’s like a god, but when he dressed like us he seemed almost within reach. I wanted to touch him to see if he was real. I made a drunken pass
at him once, I think. A girl in my position’s got to try these things.’

‘I take it he didn’t accept your kind gesture,’ I said.

‘Nah, he wasn’t interested.’ Clydia gave a warm laugh. Her moods seemed to skip between extremes within the same sentence.

‘So what did he actually do with the Skull and Jasmine, when you were all together?’

‘Do? We acted, of course. He wanted to join in. Wanted to have some fun, the kind he couldn’t have up there.’

‘You’re telling me the king simply came all the way down here, putting his life at risk, to have fun with some poor actors.’

‘Poor doesn’t even cover the half of it. We were massively in debt – we couldn’t even afford the rent on our tiny little apartments at the time, let alone this
place.’

‘Do you have any evidence of these assertions? Forgive me for asking, but it seems remarkably unlikely and, as you say yourself, the king will deny such occurrences. Where is your proof
?’