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as possible before the summer monsoons started in earnest. Less
understandable was the number of trade caravans that had been disappearing in
the Nath. Then there was the totally unexpected attack on the Lady's Mirror by
wild elves. As a precaution against further incursions, huge numbers of militia
had been moved to the western border. More guards had been moved to the
north to guard the electrum mines and the nearby mint. The mountains that
formed the eastern wall seemed to be secure and quiet, but there was a great
deal of activity in Akhlaur's Swamp.
"Well, that figures," she muttered. As word of the laraken and its defeat
spread, the swamp lost much of its terror. It was only a matter of time before
packs of wizardly idiots blundered in, chasing rumors of Akhlaur's lost treasure.
Tzigone sniffed derisively. Next she searched the room for a hidden place
where Procopio might keep important papers. In a carved wood chair she found
a hidden compartment and paged through the neat pile of parchment stacked
within. Among the pages was a listing of Zephyr's past patrons.
She fingered the scrap of parchment tucked into a pocket-the notes Sinestra
had taken the day they'd searched the elf jordain's chamber. It seemed that this
information was important, after all. She just wasn't sure why.
Her eye fell on the first name on the list of Zephyr's patrons:
Akhlaur Reiptael, Necromancer.
Her breath whistled out in a long, slow hiss. So Zephyr had served the
infamous Akhlaur, the wizard whose legacy she tripped over every time she
turned around!
She'd be willing to bet that the old elf hadn't liked to brag about this particular
fact, and she'd double the bet that this record didn't exist anywhere but in
Procopio's study. It was the sort of information a powerful diviner might ferret out,
but it wasn't something he'd wish to hear sung of in taverns and at the spring
fairs.
Zephyr, Kiva, Akhlaur, the laraken, Keturah, and now her. And Matteo, and
perhaps even his friend Andris. They were all connected somehow, but Tzigone
could not perceive what pattern those intertwined threads might make.
She scrawled a quick copy of Zephyr's history and hurried to the palace,
hoping that Matteo could do better. On the way, she "borrowed" some suitable
clothing and gear and slipped into the queen's palace.
Despite the late hour, Matteo was not in his room. Tzigone, unnoticed, finally
found him at the kitchen storerooms, collecting supplies for his trip. Nor was he
alone. The kitchen buildings teamed with activity.
"Gods above," she muttered. "Don't palace servants ever sleep?"
A soft, quickly stifled giggle drew her attention to a nearby goat shed. A pail
of fresh milk stood off to one side, not far from the ladder leading up to the loft.
Tzigone climbed the ladder and found precisely what she'd anticipated: a pile of
fresh hay, two people entirely oblivious to her presence, and some hastily
discarded clothing. Tzigone quietly stripped off her chambermaid's gown and
tugged the girl's short blue dress over her head.
Thus accoutered, she hurried back down to the abandoned bucket of goat's
milk. She picked it up and staggered into Matteo's path, taking care to slop some
of the contents of her bucket onto his boots.
He took in Tzigone's pert dairymaid costume without comment and managed
not to roll his eyes while she apologized extravagantly in the rolling accents of
the northland herders. And he followed her as she babbled and backed away. He
deftly accepted the list she handed him during the distraction and tucked it into
his belt.
By Mystra, she thought admiringly. There might be hope for him yet!
They worked their way to a quiet spot between the goat shed and the
brewery. Matteo took the note from his belt, scanned it, and lifted grim eyes to
her face. "Where did you get this?"
"There's a new tavern by the south gate," she began, still in her goat-girl
voice. "The cook makes puff pastries that are hollow inside, then slits the crust
and slips in a fortune or a small favor. I got an emerald ring, and traded it to the
friend I was with for this list."
Matteo glared at her. "If you don't want to tell me, just say so."
"I don't want to tell you," she replied promptly. "What do you make of it?"
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