‘Have you got money?’
‘Yes.’
‘Let’s see it.’
Sparhawk reached inside his ragged cloak and took several coins out of a pocket. He held them out on the palm of his hand.
The thin woman’s eyes narrowed shrewdly
‘Don’t even think about it,’ he told her.
‘You’re not blind,’ she accused him.
‘You noticed.’
‘What’s your pleasure, then?’ she asked.
‘A friend told me to ask for Naween.’
‘Ah, Naween. She’s been very popular lately I’ll send for her just as soon as you pay’
‘How much?’
‘Ten coppers – or a silver half-crown.’
Sparhawk gave her a small silver coin, and she went back through the door She came back a moment later with a buxom brunette girl of about twenty ‘This is Naween,’ Shanda said. ‘I hope you enjoy yourselves.’ She simpered briefly at Sparhawk, then the smile seemed to drain off her face She turned and went back into the room at the end of the hall.
‘You’re not really blind, are you?’ Naween asked coquettishly. She was wrapped in a sleazy-looking dressing gown of bright red, and her cheeks were dimpled.
‘No,’ Sparhawk admitted, ‘not really’
‘Good. I’ve never done a blind man before, so I wouldn’t know what to expect. Let’s go upstairs, shall we?’ She led him to a stairway that climbed into the upper parts of the house ‘Anything in particular that you’d like?’ she asked, smiling back over her shoulder at him.
‘At the moment, I’d like to listen,’ he told her.
‘Listen? To what?’
‘Platime sent me. Shanda’s got a friend staying here a fellow named Krager’
‘Mousy-looking little man with bad eyes?’
‘That’s him. A nobleman dressed in green velvet just came in here, and I think that he and Krager might be talking. I’d like to hear what they’re saying. Can you arrange it?’ He reached up and took the bandage off his eyes.
‘Then you don’t really want to?’ She left it hanging, and her generous lower lip took on a slight pout.
‘Not today, little sister,’ he told her ‘I’ve got other things on my mind.’
She sighed. ‘I like your looks, friend,’ she said. ‘We could have had a very nice time’
‘Some other day, maybe. Can you take me someplace where I can hear what Krager and his friend are saying?’
She sighed again. ‘I suppose so,’ she said. ‘It’s on up the stairs. We can use Feather’s room. She’s visiting her mother.’
‘Her mother?’
‘Whores have mothers, too, you know. Feather’s room is right next to the one where Shanda’s friend is staying. If you put your ear to the wall, you should be able to hear what’s going on.’
‘Good. Let’s go. I don’t want to miss anything.’
The room near the far end of the upper hallway was small, and its furnishings were sparse A single candle burned on the table Naween closed the door, then she removed the dressing gown and lay down on the bed. ‘Just for the sake of appearances,’ she whispered archly, ‘in case someone looks in on us. Or in case you change your mind later.’ She gave him a suggestive little leer.
‘Which wall is it?’ he asked in a low voice.
‘That one’ She pointed.
He crossed the room and put the side of his head to the wall’s grimy surface.
‘to my Lord Martel,’ a familiar voice was saying. ‘I need something that proves that you’re really from Annias and that what you tell me comes from him.’
It was Krager Sparhawk grinned exultantly and continued to listen.
Chapter 7
‘The primate said that you might be a little suspicious,’ Harparin said in his effeminate voice.
‘There’s a price on my head here in Cimmura, Baron,’ Krager told him. ‘Under those circumstances, a certain amount of caution seems to be in order.’
‘Would you recognize the primate’s signature – and his seal – if you saw them?’
‘I would,’ Krager replied.
‘Good. Here’s a note from him that will identify me. Destroy it after you’ve read it.’
‘I don’t think so. Martel might want to see the proof with his own eyes.’ Krager paused. ‘Why didn’t Annias just write down his instructions?’
‘Be sensible, Krager,’ Harparin said. ‘A message can fall into unfriendly hands.’
‘So can a messenger. Have you ever seen what the Pandions do to people who have information they want?’
‘We would assume that you’d take steps to keep yourself from being questioned.’
Krager laughed derisively. ‘Not a chance, Harparin,’ he said in a slightly slurred voice. ‘My life isn’t all that much, but it’s all I’ve got.’
‘You’re a coward.’
‘And you’re – whatever it is that you are. Let me see that note.’
Sparhawk heard paper rustling. ‘All right,’ Krager’s mush-sounding voice said. ‘This is the primate’s seal, I’ll agree.’
‘Have you been drinking?’
‘Naturally What else is there to do in Cimmura? Unless you have other entertainments – like some I could name.’
‘I don’t like you very much, Krager.’
‘I’m not fond of you either, Harparin, but we can both live with that, can’t we? Just give me the message and go away. That perfume you’re wearing is beginning to turn my stomach.’
There was a stiff silence, and then the Baron spoke very precisely, as if to a child or a simpleton. ‘This is what the Primate Annias wants you to say to Martel: Tell him to gather up as many men as he’ll need and to dress them all in black armour. They are to carry the banners of the Pandion Knights – any seamstress can counterfeit them for you, and Martel knows what they look like. They are then to ride with great show to the castle of Count Radun, uncle of King Dregos of Arcium. Do you know the place?’
‘It’s on the road between Darra and Sarrinium, isn’t it?’
‘Precisely. Count Radun is a pious man and he’ll admit the Church Knights without question. Once Martel is inside the walls, his men are to kill the inhabitants. There shouldn’t be much resistance, because Radun doesn’t maintain a large garrison. He has a wife and a number of unmarried daughters. Annias wants them all repeatedly raped.’