Dzur (4 page)

"And Aliera?"

"She left with Morrolan."

I cleared my throat. "And the Empress?"

Sethra frowned. "What of her?"

"I was just wondering if she wanted to give me an Imperial dukedom for my heroic--"

"None of this is what you returned here for, Vlad."

"Yeah." Eventually I managed, "Something has come up."

"Oh? Tell me."

"I'm not certain I can."

She nodded. "The Northwestern tongue-that is, what we are at present speaking-is a head-last uninflected language, not perfectly capable of expressing all the nuances of emotion and familial connection that, for example, Seriolaa is; yet it can express fine distinctions in its own right, and, with time, a skilled speaker can usually convey the sense of his intention."

It took me a moment to realize that she was turning my bait; I suppose the meal had slowed my thinking some. Eventually, I said, "It's a Jhereg matter, and a personal matter."

Living as long as she had, she had somewhere learned the value of silence. I thought I had, too, but she was better at it than I was. At last I said, "Cawti. South Adrilankha."

"Ah," she said. "Yes. I think, with what my sources in the Jhereg tell me, I can start to put it together."

I didn't make any remarks about what her "sources in the Jhereg" might be. She said, "How did you hear of it?"

"Mario," I said.

She gave me an eyebrow. "I see."

Of course, she must have made the same connection I did: Mario to Aliera to Norathar to Cawti; but she saw no reason to mention it. "What are you going to do?"

"I'd ask for your advice, except I don't think you'd give me any, and I'm probably too stubborn to take it even if you did."

"Correct on both counts. Have you been in touch with any of your people?"

"Sethra, you are my people now. You, and Morrolan, and Aliera. And Kiera, of course."

Sethra Lavode looked vaguely uncomfortable for a moment. This doesn't happen every day. "You must have some contacts in the Jhereg who are still willing to talk to you."

"The ones I could trust are the ones I wouldn't do that to."

"Do what to?"

"Put in an awkward position by asking them to help me."

"Even with information?"

I grunted. "I'll think about it. Where did you find the Dzur?"

"Telnan? Iceflame found him."

"Oh."

"Or, rather, Iceflame found his weapon."

"Do I want to know?"

"Yes, but I don't want to tell you."

"What if I torture it out of you?"

"That isn't as funny as you think it is."

"But you are resurrecting the Lavodes, it seems?"

"Slowly, yes. Why? Think they might be useful for your problem?" I gave her a short laugh. Loiosh was strangely silent; I guess he knew what was going on better than I did. So did Sethra. Chances are, so did the owner of the pawnshop on Taarna Road. "So, how are you, Sethra?" She said, "Vlad, I've been alive for a long, long time, however you choose to measure time."

"Well, yes."

"I have learned patience."

"I imagine so."

"I can sit here as long as necessary, but don't you want to get around to asking about whatever it is that's on your mind?" I sighed and nodded.

"Tell me about Cawti," I said.

"Ahhh," she said.

"You didn't know what I was going to ask about?"

"I should have."

I nodded.

"Well, what do you want to know, exactly?"

"Start with, how is her health?"

She frowned. "I don't see her often. Fine, so far as I know."

"Who does see her?"

"Norathar."

"That's all?"

"At least, among those I know."

I nodded. "And who sees Norathar?"

"Aliera."

"Okay. And I suppose, if I'm going to see Aliera, there's no way to avoid Morrolan?"

"You wish to avoid Morrolan?"

I touched the hilt of Lady Teldra by way of explanation. As I did so, I felt something, like a pleasant breeze with a hint of the ocean blowing across the face of my soul. And, yes, I know how stupid that sounds. Well, you try getting that feeling and see if you can do a better job of describing it.

"If you'd like, I will ask the Lady Aliera if she is available to visit me."

"I'd appreciate that."

She nodded, and her face went blank for about a minute. "Well?" I said when she looked at me once more.

She nodded.

About two minutes later Aliera came floating into the room. Well, walking or floating or some combination; her gown, a silvery one with black lacing about the neck and shoulders, dragged along the ground, so I couldn't tell if her means of locomotion were a graceful walk or a jerky levitation. On her lips was a smile. At her side was Pathfinder. In her arms was a fluffy white cat.

She kissed Sethra on the cheek, then turned to me. "Hello, Vlad. How good to see you. How long has it been? Four, five hours?"

"Thanks for stopping by, Aliera. Did she tell you what I wanted to ask you about?"

"No," they both said at once.

I nodded. "I need to find my . . . I need to find Cawti."

"Why?" said Aliera. She was still smiling, but a bit of frost had crept into her voice.

"Jhereg trouble," I said. "You don't want to know about it. You know, Dragon honor and all that."

She ignored the barb and said, "Cawti is no longer involved with the Jhereg."

"Actually, she is. That's the trouble. Or maybe she needs to be involved in them to keep from being involved with them; that might be a better way to put it."

She frowned. "Vlad-"

"Here it comes, Boss. Her hands would be on her hips if she weren't holding that cat."

"I know, I know."

"You vanish for years, then suddenly show up, lose our friend's soul in a weapon, make my mother fear for her existence, threaten the very fabric of creation, and now you want to stir up trouble between the woman you walked out on and the gang of criminals she's managed to extricate herself from? Is that what I'm hearing?"

Well, I suppose some of that was partly true, from a certain perspective. From my perspective, of course, it was so far wrong that you couldn't find right on the same map.

"That's about it, yes," I said.

"Okay. Just checking," said Aliera. She stroked her cat. Loiosh made some sort of remark in my head that didn't quite form itself into words. I said, "Does that mean you'll tell me how I can reach Cawti?"

"No."

I sighed.

"However," she said. "I'll let her know you wish to speak with her."

"When?"

"Is it urgent?"

I started to say something witty, tossed it away, and said, "I'm not sure. There are things going on, and, well, they could take forever, or blow up an hour from now. That's part of the problem; I don't know enough."

She nodded. "Very well. I'll be seeing her and Norathar later this evening. I'll mention it then. But how can she reach you when you're wearing that, that thing you wear?"

She was referring, of course, to my Phoenix Stone, hanging from the chain about my neck. "If Sethra doesn't mind, I'll just stay here, and she can let Sethra know."

Sethra nodded.

"Very well," said Aliera. Then she said, "Sethra, there are things we should discuss."

I moaned softly, and they both looked at me.

I said, "If you're implying I should move, I'm not certain I can." Aliera frowned again; then her face cleared and she said, "Oh, Valabar's. How was it?"

"Beyond all praise."

"I should eat there sometime."

She had never . . . ? I stared at her, but words failed me. Maybe she was lying.

"Come, Aliera," said Sethra. "Let's take a walk." They did, and I took a nap one of those naps where you don't actually fall asleep, you just lie there, filled with food, a stupid smile on your face.

Yeah, sometimes I love life.

"Hello Vlad," said Cawti. "I'm sorry to wake you, but I was told you wished to speak with me."

"I wasn't sleeping," I said.

"Of course not."

She looked good. She'd gained a few pounds here and there, but they were pleasing pounds. She was wearing a gray shirt with long, sharp collars, and maroon trousers that tapered down to her pointed black boots. She carried a dagger with a plain leather-wrapped hilt, but no other weapons that I could spot. And I'm good at spotting weapons.

"Mind if I sit down?"

"Uh, I hadn't known you needed my permission." Loiosh and Rocza were both twitching.

"Go ahead."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He flew over to her hand and rubbed his face on hers. She smiled and said hello to him. After a moment, Rocza flew over and landed on her shoulder. She scratched and cooed at them. It was obvious she'd missed them. I could have felt good and sorry for myself if I'd wanted to. She said, "I heard about your hand."

I glanced at it. "From?"

"Kiera."

I nodded. "Nice to know you're still in touch with her." She nodded. "How did it happen, exactly?"

"Kiera?"

"The finger," she said, without cracking a smile.

"I went back East for visit, and forgot to pack it when I re-turned."

"Have you actually been back East again?"

I nodded. "I learned to ride a horse, but not to enjoy doing so." That got a bit of smile. Then she said, "So, what's on your mind?"

"South Adrilankha."

"You've heard about that?"

"Yeah."

"From Aliera, no doubt."

"Indirectly."

"So, let me guess, you're going to come into town and save me like a Dzur rescuing a helpless maiden."

"That isn't exactly what I had in mind." Actually, it had been pretty much spot-on, damn her. "Are you going to claim that everything is fine, and you don't need any help?"

"Just what help can you offer, Vlad? And I don't mean that rhetorically." She called me "Vlad." She used to call me "Vladimir."

"I know people. Some of them will still be willing to do things for me."

"Like what? Kill you? You know how much of a price the Jhereg has on your head?"

"Uh ...no. How much?" Odd that it hadn't occurred to me to wonder at the exact amount.

"Well, I'm not sure, actually. A lot though."

"I suppose. But, yeah, there are people I can ask questions of, at least." Before she could answer, I said, "So, how are things with you?"

"Well enough. And you?"

I made a sort of non-committal sound. She nodded, and said, "Have I grown a wart?"

"Hm?"

"You keep looking at me, and then looking away."

"Oh."

Loiosh flew back to me. Cawti scratched Rocza behind the head. "You're in trouble," I said.

She nodded.

"I can help."

"I hate that. What?"

"Nothing. I thought you'd been about to say . . . never mind. The fact is, I can help."

"I don't hate you, Vlad."

"Good. Does that mean I should go ahead?"

Tukko came in then, and asked if we wanted anything. We both said,

"Klava," and Cawti said, "Extra cream in his, but not much honey. You know how I take mine."

Tukko grunted as if to say either he knew how we both took ours, or that we'd take them as he made them and be happy. "I hate it that I need your help," she said.

"You said that already. I understand."

I got up and paced, because I think better that way. She said, "What is it, worried, or unhappy?"

"Because I'm pacing?"

"Because your shoulders are hunched forward, and you're slouching. That means worried or miserable."

"Oh." I sat down again. But she could probably tell things about how I sat, too. "Both, I guess. Worried about whether you'll let me help you, unhappy that you don't want me to."

"I don't suppose I could convince you to charge me for the service?" I started to laugh, then stopped. "Actually, yes. There is a fee I could suggest."

She gave me the look someone gives you who knows you very well, and she waited.

"A piece of information," I said.

"And that is?"

"Tell me what that look meant."

"What look?"

"When I mentioned South Adrilankha."

She frowned. "I can't imagine what look I could have given you."

"It looked like relief."

"Relief?"

"Yes. Like you were afraid I was going to mention something else."

"Oh," she said.

For a while, neither of us spoke.

Tukko returned with our klava. Once, long ago, I had asked Sethra how old he was, and she'd said, "Younger than me."

He set the klava down and turned away. I said, "Tell me, Tukko, how old is Sethra, exactly?"

"Younger than me," he said, and shuffled out again. I should have predicted that.

Cawti drank some of her klava.

"Do you wish payment in advance?" she said at last. "It doesn't matter." She bit her lip. "What if I say it's too much?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll do it anyway." She nodded. "Yes, I expected that's what you'd say." Loiosh rubbed his head against my neck.

Three sips (for her) later, she said, "All right. Go ahead." Suddenly, I had something to do. Maybe, if I were lucky, I'd have someone to kill. I felt better right away.

"Let's start with names," I said.

"Name," said Cawti. "I only have one."

"Madam Triesco."

She stared at me. "Aliera didn't know that."

"I said the information came from her indirectly. My source-"

"Who?"

"Does it matter?"

She continued staring at me in that way she had-not squinting, but with her eyelids just a little lowered. I knew that look. "Okay," I said. "It matters. But I'd prefer not to say just now."

"Was it your friend Kiera?"

"As I said, I'd just as soon not say."

After a moment, she gave me a terse nod. "Okay," she said. "Yes. Triesco."

"What do you know of her?"

"The name," said Cawti.

"Do you know she's Left Hand?"

She shrugged. "I assumed, just because it's a she."

"Okay. Where, exactly, do operations stand in South Adrilankha?" She winced. "Out of control," she said.

"You have people?"

"No, I let them go. I tried to shut it down, and-"