Elminster Must Die Part 30

Amarune nodded wearily, stumbling. Only his arm through hers was holding her up. For what seemed like hours they'd been walking the streets of Suzail together, a Purple Dragon plodding along behind tailing them as Amarune led her inanely chattering escort on a random meander across the city, waiting for his anger to rise.

Dreading the moment when Arclath stopped, refusing to go along with her obvious deception any longer and protesting that she was leading him astray. A protest that would reveal that he already knew where she dwelt.

A moment that hadn't yet come, though there was a gleam in his eye that she was beginning to think meant he was grinning inwardly at her tactic and happily going along with it.

The n.o.ble had kept up a constant, never-flagging stream of light, inane-and one-sided-converse.

"Dawn," she gasped, feeling she had to say something something. "I'm...enchanted."

"And so am I!" Arclath agreed with enthusiasm. "Charmed, even! I find you the most beautiful woman to ever adorn my arm, and await that moment of full glory when you reveal to me the full sparkle of your wit, the bright edge of your tongue-in the conversational sense of course, lady fair, for I would not want even the slightest misunderstanding to lead you to take offense at a slander that was not meant, no, no, not at all!-the full grandeur, as I was saying, of your happily attentive company! At a time when you are not tired, not shocked by the horrible events of earlier this night, and not grieving the loss of your longtime and staunchly loyal employer! In short, when you can be your full and engaging self! When you can-"

"Somehow shut shut you you up," up," Amarune snarled, in spite of herself. "G.o.ds above, do all n.o.bles carry themselves through their every waking moment of life on rivers of babbling Amarune snarled, in spite of herself. "G.o.ds above, do all n.o.bles carry themselves through their every waking moment of life on rivers of babbling drivel?" drivel?"

"In a word, Lady: yes." Arclath's grin told her he wasn't abashed in the slightest. "So, how would you contemplate shutting me up? No violence, please, you know how I abhor abhor viol-" viol-"

"Yes, I noticed you abhorring it right skillfully, earlier," Amarune sighed. "Though I probably owe you my life a time or six. So have my thanks, Lord Delcastle, and I'm done trying to deceive you. I no longer care if you learn where I live."

"My lady! Has that been your concern, all this time? That I might discover the whereabouts of your abode? Has preventing that dark secret-though how it can truly be dark, I fail to conceive-been the pursuit that now has you nigh staggering with weariness?"

"It has," Amarune said grimly. "Let's go. This way."

"Lady, your every command is my fond wis.h.!.+"

"Really? How is it that you're still alive, then?"

"Amarune Whitewave, you're snarling!" snarling!"

"Mask dancers snarl all the time, Lord Delcastle. Want to know what else we can do?"

"Lady, I thought you'd never never be so be so bold! bold! Of Of course course I-" I-"

"Of course course you do," Amarune said with the most withering sarcasm she could muster as she turned a familiar corner and headed into an even more familiar midyard that...seemed to be swarming with Purple Dragons. you do," Amarune said with the most withering sarcasm she could muster as she turned a familiar corner and headed into an even more familiar midyard that...seemed to be swarming with Purple Dragons.

Several of those officers were already giving them hard stares, and-G.o.ds above!-there were Dragons searching every alley, balcony, and outside stair in sight. There were even Dragons up on her roof.

Not to mention a large, grim cl.u.s.ter of them standing over...no. Oh, no.

A Purple Dragon moved to intercept them, two of his fellows walking to where they could surround the two. "Your names, and business here?"

"I am Lord Lord Arclath Delcastle," the n.o.bleman snapped pointedly, "and I am escorting this lady to her home, by order of a Watch officer of the Purple Dragons. And yours?" Arclath Delcastle," the n.o.bleman snapped pointedly, "and I am escorting this lady to her home, by order of a Watch officer of the Purple Dragons. And yours?"

"My what?"

"Your name name, soldier."

"I'll ask the questions here for now, my lord. You can have my name for your inevitable complaint later. Now, which officer would it be who gave you this or-" ask the questions here for now, my lord. You can have my name for your inevitable complaint later. Now, which officer would it be who gave you this or-"

"He's telling truth, Randelo," a gravelly man's voice said rather sullenly from behind Amarune. "I can vouch for their whereabouts and deeds-seeing as they've been leading me all over Suzail for half the night." It was the Dragon who'd been following them since their departure from the club.

He was giving the young couple a rather baleful glance as he added, "Stlarning boots hurt worse'n ever. Shouldn't wonder if they're full of blood down by my toes, right now."

"Ah, the price of s.h.i.+ning service," Arclath remarked. Turning back to their questioner, he said with dignity, "Seeing as we've just been cleared of any involvement in this unfortunate, ah, death, please withdraw from us a pace or two, so as to accord us some small measure of privacy. This is a lady of high moral standing, despite what you may think-for I have found that far far too many Purple Dragons have low, coa.r.s.e minds-and I have no intention of damaging her reputation by entering her domicile at this time of night." too many Purple Dragons have low, coa.r.s.e minds-and I have no intention of damaging her reputation by entering her domicile at this time of night."

That little speech earned him an eloquent eye roll and a mockingly elaborate bow from both Dragons, but they did withdraw, muttering together.

Arclath pointedly turned his back on them, s.h.i.+elding Amarune from their scrutiny with his broad shoulders, and murmured, "So, would you like me to leave you here, Lady, with a suspicious death-almost undoubtedly a murder-hard by wherever you live, but with the dubious safety of Purple Dragons very much in evidence everywhere? Or-?"

"Or yield myself to your tender mercies in your n.o.ble mansion?"

"I do do have some measure of honor, Lady," Delcastle murmured, almost sadly. have some measure of honor, Lady," Delcastle murmured, almost sadly.

They regarded each other in sober, unsmiling silence for a breath or two, before Amarune almost whispered, "Lord Delcastle, did you hear what the wizard called me?"

"The Silent Shadow? I had dismissed that from my mind. A wild, baseless accusation, that-"

"No," Amarune said firmly, suddenly finding she did not want to lie to this man. "No, it's not. I am am the Silent Shadow, though my silence has been the quiet of inaction this past season." the Silent Shadow, though my silence has been the quiet of inaction this past season."

She gave him a glare, suddenly defiant. "So, are you going to denounce me to yon Dragons? See me flogged, stripped of every last coin, and jailed? There'll be n.o.bles enough wanting my blood, to be sure, and-"

"And I am not one of them," Arclath interrupted smoothly. "Putting one over on my fellow highborn is what I I do, whenever possible. I might add that occasionally I indulge in undertakings of low moral character myself...and I find that this is one of those times." do, whenever possible. I might add that occasionally I indulge in undertakings of low moral character myself...and I find that this is one of those times."

He lifted a finger, almost as if he was a pompously lecturing tutor, and spoke even more softly. "So I'll keep your secret, but in return I demand a price, Lady. No, don't look at me like that; that; my price is one truthful answer, no more. Tell me plainly, now: Whom do you work for? Just who is interested in what I and Halance and Belnar were talking about, that you had to listen so hard?" my price is one truthful answer, no more. Tell me plainly, now: Whom do you work for? Just who is interested in what I and Halance and Belnar were talking about, that you had to listen so hard?"

"I was interested," Amarune told him truthfully, "because I'm curious. Too curious. And I'm working for no one but myself." She hesitated, then added, "Though someone is now seeking to force the Silent Shadow to work for her, by threatening to unmask me to the Dragons. A woman every bit as agile as I am, who calls herself 'Talane.'" was interested," Amarune told him truthfully, "because I'm curious. Too curious. And I'm working for no one but myself." She hesitated, then added, "Though someone is now seeking to force the Silent Shadow to work for her, by threatening to unmask me to the Dragons. A woman every bit as agile as I am, who calls herself 'Talane.'"

"Talane," Arclath murmured, frowning. "Not a name I've heard before, but I've a feeling, by all the Watching G.o.ds, that I'll be hearing it again."

"Swordcaptain Dralkin?" a Dragon telsword gasped then, trotting out of the night right past them. "We've found a word written in blood up on that that rooftop." rooftop."

"From where the body probably fell, yes," the swordcaptain agreed curtly, advancing from the group standing around the corpse sprawled in its pool of blood, and sending Arclath and Amarune a glare that told them clearly "move away and don't listen." When neither of them moved, he shrugged and asked the telsword curtly, "What word?"

"A strange one. Might be a name," the telsword replied. "'Talane.' In Common: T-a-l-a-n-e."

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.

I USED TO B BE A W WIZARD.

He was in another alley-which reeked almost as much as the one he'd left, but of mildew and old mold and rotting greens-out behind one of Suzail's better eateries.

At that time of night, only the slugs, snakes, and rats were likely to overhear an old man who stood there talking to himself.

Which was why Elminster had chosen it. He had th.o.r.n.y matters to decide on and no one to debate them with but himself.

He should not, could could not, do what he was contemplating doing to that young woman, blood of his or not, downward dead end of a life she'd landed herself in or not. Bed of thorns or not, 'twas the bed not, do what he was contemplating doing to that young woman, blood of his or not, downward dead end of a life she'd landed herself in or not. Bed of thorns or not, 'twas the bed she'd she'd chosen, and not for him to...to do what every last king or baron or petty lordling did every day-force changes on the lives of others, to get their own way. Sometimes, for mere whim. chosen, and not for him to...to do what every last king or baron or petty lordling did every day-force changes on the lives of others, to get their own way. Sometimes, for mere whim.

Yet he was not so low. No, he was lower and had been for centuries.

Yet the task-the burden-was his, his duty, and he wanted to go on.

Wanted, but could not, not alone, not old and without firm control of his magic...

"No, I told that Dragon truth," he growled at last. "Growing older...waiting to die. And if I wait too long and die without doing what's needful, it all ends right then. All my work, all the paltry few protections I've been able to give the Realms down these centuries. And that must not not happen. Ever. The work happen. Ever. The work must must go on." go on."

He paced a few scowling steps, setting a snake to hastily slithering away somewhere safer, then turned and snapped to the empty air, "Even if it costs one more young la.s.s her life. Or at least the carefree, naive freedom to waste her life doing nothing much of consequence."

He walked a few more steps and whispered, " 'Twill kill her."

He walked a few more.

"And I'll do it to her. I will."

Thrusting his head high, he strode off purposefully into the night.

Amarune's hands tightened like claws on her arms, and he could feel her starting to shake.

After a moment, she hissed, "I have to see who...who got killed."

"Lady," Arclath murmured, "is that wise?"

The glare she gave him then was fierce indeed. "It is necessary necessary. Just because I didn't happen to have been born a man, it doesn't mean I was born without a brain or a life or-"

"Easy, Rune, easy." He turned her around, rotating them both closer to the body and somehow just not seeing Swordcaptain Dralkin's arm thrust out like a barrier-until the officer was forced to withdraw it or strike a woman-with a casual deftness that made her blink. "Now?"

She nodded. "Now."

"Deep breath and look down, then," he murmured, making the last half turn. She looked down-square into the gaping, contorted, white face of a dead man, whose throat was sliced open in a great wound that had half-severed his neck and had spilled a good-sized pond of dark and sticky blood across the cobbles. The sliced neck was bent at a horrible angle...

It was Ruthgul.

She turned her head away sharply, starting to really shake. The Purple Dragon swordcaptain started forward with a frown, one arm rising to reach out to her, and Arclath spun her away again, turning her in his arms until he could see her paling face.

One good look at her, and his grip on her arms tightened. "Lady," he said firmly, "you're coming home with me."

"N-no," she replied with equal firmness, twisting free of him to back quickly away and raising her voice for the Purple Dragons to hear. "I'm not not. I am going to my my bed, Lord, and alone. Right now." bed, Lord, and alone. Right now."

The faces of Dralkin and several other nearby Dragons hardened-and they stepped forward every bit as swiftly and deftly as Arclath, to bar the young Lord Delcastle's way to Amarune.

He eyed their stern faces, brawn, and hands ready on sword hilts for a moment, then shrugged, smiled, and gave the dancer an airy wave. "Until your next s.h.i.+ft, then!"

"Until then," she replied heavily-and hastened away.

Only to recoil in bewildered fear as she pa.s.sed Ruthgul's body, looked down at it despite herself...and saw that it was magically changing into the likeness of someone else else.

A man she didn't know at all.

Shaking her head-what, by all the G.o.ds, was going on? on? Had Ruthgul been someone else all those years, or was that someone who'd been impersonating him and had paid the price?-she ducked into a side alley and trotted hastily along it to reach the door to her abode on a side of the building the Lord Delcastle couldn't see. Had Ruthgul been someone else all those years, or was that someone who'd been impersonating him and had paid the price?-she ducked into a side alley and trotted hastily along it to reach the door to her abode on a side of the building the Lord Delcastle couldn't see.

Arclath regarded the stone-faced Dragons, who were forming a wall of burly uniformed flesh to prevent him following the dancer or getting a better look at the dead man-whose change he'd half-glimpsed, and confirmed from some of their reactions-with a broadening smile. Giving them a theatrical sigh, he observed, "Women "Women! I'll never understand them!"

"Whereas they," Dralkin told him warningly, "understand you all too well, Lord. As, now, do we."

"Bravely challenged, good Swordcaptain," Arclath replied airily, turning with a wave of farewell to stroll off back the way he'd come, "yet you don't, you know. No one understands me! Save perhaps one person, a little."

"That would be me," a sharp voice said suddenly at his elbow.

It was a voice he knew, and it belonged to a wizard of war by the name of Glathra.

"I've listened in to a lot of what you've said and done this night," she added briskly, "so spare me all the fanciful tales and instead yield me a few plain answers."

"Not without something decent to drink," he said, giving her a courtly bow. "So beautiful an interrogator deserves no less."

"I believe we have water in the palace that doesn't have too too many squirming things floating in it," she replied dryly, as war wizards and Purple Dragons appeared from all sides to close in around them. "Come." many squirming things floating in it," she replied dryly, as war wizards and Purple Dragons appeared from all sides to close in around them. "Come."

"Your command is my wish, Lady," the Lord Delcastle told her lightly-almost mockingly-as he offered her his arm. She ignored it, but when she turned, pointed toward the distant royal palace, and started walking, he fell in beside her. mockingly-as he offered her his arm. She ignored it, but when she turned, pointed toward the distant royal palace, and started walking, he fell in beside her.

Amid the suddenly tight ring of their watchful Purple Dragon escort.

Amarune was half-expecting to find Talane waiting in her rooms, but there was no sign of her. Or anyone.

Not even under the bed.

Her heaps of soiled clothing lay just as she'd left them, the untidy little mountain range of her laziness. By the state of them, the undisturbed dust, and the way her other minor untidynesses reigned unaltered, it didn't look as if any intruder had so much as thought of entering Amarune's rooms.

When she finally dared to believe that and relax, weariness broke over her like a harbor storm, leaving her reeling.

She staggered across the room, suddenly very very tired-yet still scared, a rising fear that got worse as her thoughts started racing through all the possibilities of Ruthgul's murder, the drunken wizard of war who'd known who she was-did they tired-yet still scared, a rising fear that got worse as her thoughts started racing through all the possibilities of Ruthgul's murder, the drunken wizard of war who'd known who she was-did they all all know? Why hadn't they done anything to her, then?-and Talane... know? Why hadn't they done anything to her, then?-and Talane...

Amarune was shaking so hard, she was almost a shuddering by the time she clawed at a certain hiding place until a bedpost yielded and she could haul out a slender and precious flask of firewine. Taking a long pull, she reeled across the room again, flinging back her head to gasp loud and long at its fiery bite.