Thraxas and the Ice Dragon t-9
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«Does it bother you that you brought all the money into the family and now your husband controls it?»
«That's the law in Samsarina,» says the Baroness.
«I know. But does it bother you?»
«I'd rather not say,» replies the Baroness.
«Dos it bother Merlione that Orgodas will inherit everything?»
«She'll be provided for. We won't just abandon our daughter. I can't see that she'd mind that Orgodas will inherit. That's what always happens. I'm not enjoying answering these questions.»
«Most of my clients feel that way at some point.»
«You know that several Barons have complained to my husband about you questioning their servants?»
«Barons can complain all they like. You hired me to help Merlione. That's what I'm doing.»
«My husband insists you abandon the investigation.»
«And?»
«I insist that you don't.»
I sip my wine. I like Demelzos. I wish I had some better ideas for helping.
«How are you going to make things up to Makri?» she asks, unexpectedly.
«What?»
«I understand she's insulted you weren't there to lead her into the arena.»
I stare at Demelzos, surprised. «How could you possibly know that?»
«My kitchen maid is walking out with General Hemistos's stable boy. She brings home a lot of gossip.»
I shouldn't be surprised. Servants usually know everything. «I thought I'd buy her flowers.»
«Flowers?» Demelzos raised her eyebrows slightly. «That doesn't seem like enough.»
«Makri is very susceptible to flowers. She grew up in a gladiator slave pit and never got any presents. A bunch of flowers can have a powerful effect.»
The Baroness nods. «I can understand that. I take it you've done this before?»
«Several times.»
«This time you might need something better. Here» — The Baroness takes a small object from a drawer and slides it over the table. It's a notebook, I suppose, though calling it that doesn't really do it justice. The pages are made from the highest-grade vellum and it's bound in black leather, with a small queenstone jewel set in the centre, and a silver clasp to hold it shut. I doubt if even Lisutaris has anything quite this fancy to write in.
«You said she likes to study. Does she have anything nice for taking notes?»
«No one has anything this nice for taking notes.»
«Give it to her,» says the Baroness. «She'll forgive your offensive behaviour.»
I look at her suspiciously. «Why would you care about that?»
«I don't like to see things go badly between you and your young lady.»
«Makri is not my young lady.»
The Baroness laughs. «Really? Then why have you been buying her flowers?»
«Unfortunate circumstances which are difficult to describe.»
«How many women have you ever bought flowers for?»
«None. But you've got entirely the wrong impression.»
The Baroness looks amused. It's annoying. I thank her for the book, and tell her I'd like to talk to Merlione before I leave.
«She should be in her rooms. I'll have a servant take you. It would be best if you were quick. My husband will probably be home soon. Do I owe you any more money? The retainer only covered a few days.»
«It doesn't matter. You lent me more money for gambling.»
«How's that going?»
«Well.»
I follow Demelzos's servant though the long, white-plastered walls of her summer mansion, wondering what's got into me that I'm refusing money from a client. I glance at the book I'm carrying. Makri will probably try and break it over my head.
Here in her her own rooms, safe from stray arrows and death threats, Merlione is again the confident young woman I first encountered. There's no hint of discomfort in her eyes as she greets me. I suddenly find that irritating. Everyone else is discomfited, why shouldn't she be?
«What aren't you telling me?» I ask her.
«Pardon?»
«There's something about this affair you're not telling me. I want to know what it is.»
«Why would I be withholding anything?»
«I don't know. Why don't you tell me?»
«It sounds like you think I'm lying,» says Merlione.
«You could put it that way if you want. So what are you lying about?»
Merlione's dark eyes flash with anger. «This is ridiculous,» she says. «What sort of investigator are you? I'm the one who's being threatened.»
«I think you have an idea why.»
«No I don't.»
«I've been down all the usual channels, Merlione. Lovers, rivals, finances, family feuds, blackmail. No one's telling me anything. People don't get murdered for no reason. Well, not Baron's daughters anyway. Someone has a reason for trying to kill you and I'm starting to think you know what it is.»
«I don't.»
«You're lying.»
Merlione's cheeks flush with anger. At least I've discomfited her. «Perhaps you're just not a very good investigator.»
«I'm number one chariot at investigating. Everyone says so. Tell me what you know.»
«I don't know anything.»
«Do you mind that your brother inherits everything and you get nothing?»
Merlione looks at me in surprise. «What? Why would I?»
«Why wouldn't you? It's your mother's Queenstone mines that are keeping the family going. Now she's giving one to Orgodas for his wedding. And when your father dies Orgodas will inherit the rest. Does that make you angry?»
«What if it did?» Merlione's voice is raised. She's angry all right, though mostly at me. «What does this have to do with anything?»
«I don't know. Maybe it's a clue. Tell me about it.»
«It seems my father was right about you,» says Merlione, regaining her composure. «You have no skills at all. You should leave.»
I stare at her for a long moment, then turn round and walk out the reception room. In the hall outside there's a portrait of her father, in full military uniform. It's a poor painting. Samsarinans have never been any good at art. I'm starting to dislike them as much as Simnians.
Chapter Twenty-Six
As soon as I arrive back at Arichdamis's house, I sense sorcery. Perhaps Lisutaris is practicing. If she ever practices, that is; I'm not certain. Maybe it all comes easily and she doesn't have to. Arichdamis appears in the corridor, trudging mournfully towards the front door. It's a while since I've seen the old mathematician looking happy. Having house guests doesn't seem to agree with him.
«Sorcerers,» he mutters, as he passes me. «Always arguing.»
«Who's arguing?»
«Lisutaris and Lasat. And Charius. I don't like any of them.»
«Is Makri around?»
«She's arguing too.» The mathematician regards me wearily. «Have you found my plans for the crossbow?»
«No.»
«I'm ruined,» he groans.
«I wouldn't put it that strongly. You can draw up another set.»
«The complex mathematics involved makes that a lengthy task,» he tells me. «And for what? I'll still be disgraced when it's learned they were stolen from my house.»
«Lisutaris will be disgraced too.»
«As she deserves,» says Arichdamis, and sounds cross. «If she'd only been able to control her unnatural appetite for thazis, they wouldn't have disappeared in the first place.»
«Don't worry, we'll find your plans.»
Arichdamis doesn't look convinced, and shakes his head sadly before leaving. As soon as he's gone, a tremendous commotion breaks out at the far end of the house. Voices are raised and doors slam. I recognise Makri's voice and I'm surprised to discover she's shouting at Lisutaris.
«Why did you drag me away?»
«Because it's not something we can argue with Lasat about.»
«Why not?»
«The dragon has to be caged!�
� says Lisutaris. «What else is the King going do? Let it fly around?»
«He shouldn't have brought it here in the first place if he was going to put it in a cage,» says Makri.
«I really don't see what your objection is. Lasat has to work these spells to contain it.»
«It's not appropriate.» Makri sounds very unhappy.
«Not appropriate? What is appropriate for a dragon? The only other times I've encountered them I've been trying to kill them. So have you.»
«I don't care,» says Makri. «I don't like it.»
Lisutaris finally notices my presence. «Thraxas! Can you make any sense of this?»
«Of course.»
«You can?»
«Makri doesn't like to see some noble wild beast thrown in a cage. It reminds her of her own upbringing.»
Lisutaris pauses, and looks surprised at my insight. Makri glowers at me. «I told you never to talk to me again,» she mutters.
I'm ready for this, and whip Demelzos's fancy notebook from the pocket of my tunic. The queenstone jewel in the cover glints in the sunlight that's streaming through the back door. «I'm sorry I wasn't there to lead you into the tournament field. I brought you this.»
I hand the book to Makri, who stares at it, puzzled.
«Highest-quality vellum,» I add. «Excellent for taking notes during your intellectual pursuits.»
Makri looks at the jewel set in the cover, then undoes the silver clasp to examine the notebook. It really is a fine item. The wealthiest student at the best university in the West wouldn't have anything better. Makri abruptly bursts into tears and runs out the room, something which does not entirely surprise me. Lisutaris, on the other hand, is baffled.
«What just happened?» she asks.
«I just made things up with Makri. I told you it would be all right.»
«How did you make things up?»
«With a well-chosen gift. Makri is very susceptible to gifts. Because of her background, you see.» I'm pleased with myself, and let it show. «Of course, not any old gift will do. It has to be right. I spent a long time hunting round Elath, looking for something special. Must have been in twenty shops before I found that notebook.»
Lisutaris shakes her head. «There's something not quite right about this.»
«I don't know what you mean.»
«I mean that you upsetting Makri with your appalling behaviour and then getting away with it just by handing her a present doesn't seem fair, somehow. I'm sure you don't deserve to be in the clear.»
«Well,» I say, reaching into the small bag I'm carrying. «I may make the occasional blunder. But Thraxas of Turai is always willing to admit his mistakes, and rectify them. Back in Twelve Seas, I was well-known for my tact. Here, I brought you these.» I hand a bunch of flowers to Lisutaris.
«Flowers?»
«To apologise for your inconvenience in having to visit Big Bixo's betting shop.»
«I hope you're not expecting me to start crying.»
«Of course not. The flowers are merely a small token of apology, and a sign of the tremendous esteem in which I hold you.»
«Oh.» Lisutaris seems quite taken aback. «Well thank you. I'll put them in water.»
«You're welcome.» I make a swift retreat, while I'm on top. All in all, it's been a successful morning. One moment the house is full of women who are angry at Thraxas. Next moment, everything is rosy. Who would have guessed, back in Turai, when Tanrose first told me that buying Makri flowers would have positive results, that the same tactic would prove so useful in the future? I'd never have stumbled on the idea myself.
After my busy morning, I could do with some rest. I retire to my room, remove my boots, lie down, drag the cover over me, and sink into a refreshing sleep.
Later in the day, as we make ready to leave, harmony has almost returned to the household. Lisutaris has her hand on Makri's shoulder, casting a minor healing spell on one of the many bruises she's picked up during the tournament. Lisutaris doesn't specialise in healing but she's quite capable of dealing with most injuries. Treating Makri's wounds with sorcery is allowed under tournament rules, providing any spell used has worn off by the time the fighters enter the ring.
«Not that anyone seems to be caring much about the rules any more,» says Lisutaris. «I'm expecting Lasat and his cohorts to go all out to stop Makri today.»
I agree. Lasat won't want to risk Makri reaching the final, and facing Elupus. Lisutaris again gives me the spell of deflection, to help her hold off enemy sorcery.
«If the Samsarinan Sorcerers Guild really makes a mass attack, it's going to be difficult to hold them off,» I say.
«I know. But Makri's got a good spell protection necklace, it's not that easy to hit her. We might be able to protect her.»
I'm still not looking forward to the Sorcerous barrage I'm letting myself in for. I have another plan of action already ticking over in my head, though I'm not going to mention it to Lisutaris. Makri's opponent in the semi-final is Bhuralin, a swordsman from Kamara, north west of Samsarina. I've seen him fight and I was impressed by his technique. Makri picks up her sword and shield.
«Thanks for the notebook.»
«You're welcome.»
«But I wasn't crying because of that,» says Makri. «I was just upset about the dragon.»
Lisutaris's carriage is outside. As always, there's a gang of children and a few older youths hanging around, gawking at Makri. I hang back for a few moments, talking to them. Then we ride towards the edge of town, where the crowd is already dense as the tournament nears its climax. Both semi-finals will be held in the late afternoon and the final will take place at midnight, by torchlight. After that there's drinking, dancing and feasting round bonfires. I'm looking forward to the drinking and feasting. I haven't felt the urge to dance for a while.
«Makri, do you know how queenstone got its name?»
«It's said it was named after Queen Eferinis.»
«Wasn't she just a legend?»
«The stories about her are semi-legendary, but my old history professor thought she probably did exist. She was meant to have discovered queenstone in the Samsarinan mountains with her sorcery. She gave it to her daughters so they were splendidly arrayed when the Star-God's sons came to visit. That part's probably legendary.»
There are so many people converging on the tournament that we're unable to drive the whole way, and have to get out of the carriage and walk. We pass an impressive bonfire, beside a line of spits for roasting beef.
«Best bit of the whole event,» I say. «Free food.»
Minstrels wander through the crowd. It's a cheerful scene, though once again I can sense the air of abandonment that takes hold when war is just around the corner. Young couples dance, holding onto each other as if it's the last chance they'll ever get. As well as the revellers, there are a lot of Sorcerers present. Lasat Axe of Gold has brought his Guild out in force. Lisutaris accompanies Makri to her changing room. Someone taps me on the shoulder. It's Kublinos.
«I hear you've been sneaking round Lisutaris again,» he says.
«I don't need to sneak around her. I'm her adviser and we live in the same house.»
«Her adviser? Does that normally include bringing her flowers?»
I sigh. I should have known he'd soon learn about that. Arichdamis's servants are no doubt as keen on gossiping as everyone else. «Kublinos, I'm fed up with this. I have no romantic interest in Lisutaris. Not that it makes the slightest difference, because she'd never go for a fop like you anyway, with your fancy cloak and that ridiculous necklace. Do you think Lisutaris would be interested in some overdressed puppy who's never even been to war?»
Kublinos glares at me with loathing. «How dare you speak to me like that! I am a senior Sorcerer!»
«Turai had a better Sorcerer than you in every tavern.»
Kublinos expression becomes even grimmer. «You will regret this,» he says. «You are now my enemy for life.» With that, he disappears into the crowd. A bit over
-dramatic, I'd say, but probably what you'd expect from a Samsarinan Sorcerer who prances round in a fancy cloak.
Lisutaris and Makri appear. Makri has a new breastplate, courtesy of General Hemistos, along with her new sword, both of superior quality. Good quality equipment or not, she still looks small in comparison to Bhuralin of Kamara, another very large swordsman. It's going to be a tough fight, particularly if the Samsarinan Sorcerers get involved. Even if she gets past Bhuralin, she still has to fight Elupus. I'm suddenly gripped by the feeling that this whole enterprise might not have been fair on Makri.
«Do you want to do this?» I ask her.
«What do you mean?»
«You've had too many fights already. Maybe you should just stop now.»
«I can't stop,» protests Makri. «Lisutaris needs me to win.»
«Lasat needs you to lose. The semi-final's going to be tough. The Marshals aren't so picky about illegal blows. More or less anything goes. If some Samsarinan Sorcerer manages to get a good spell onto your opponents sword, he's liable to take your head off.»
«No one's taking my head off,» declares Makri. «Lisutaris, tell Thraxas he's talking nonsense.»
«I think Thraxas may be right,» says Lisutaris, surprising us. «You're had a lot of fights. When I encouraged you to enter the competition, I didn't realise it was so dangerous. Maybe we should just call it a day.»
«But you'd lose 10,000 gurans to Lasat.»
«We can afford it. We've got more than 12,000 already.»
«But Lasat will be War Leader!»
«Perhaps. Perhaps not. We can come up with another way of boosting my status.»
Makri looks from Lisutaris to me, and back to Lisutaris. «I need to fight,» she says. «I can't give in. I'd never feel right again.»
«Very well,» says Lisutaris. She looks around her. «Has anyone seen Kublinos? He was meant to meet me here.»
«I may have scared him off,» I admit. «Also, he's declared me his enemy for life.»
«How did that happen? We were only gone five minutes.»
«I have a talent for offending people.»
«Couldn't you have waited?» says Lisutaris. «I was hoping he'd give me information on Lasat's plans.»