Golden Threads - Thread Slivers Part 7

"Lebuin, you cannot take that with you; it will ruin any chance you have of getting to safety."

Sighing, he nodded. "Yes, I know. It's just today was supposed to be very different."

The priestess nodded in sympathy. "Yes, yes it was at that. Give it to me, you can have it back if we make it through this alive."

Lebuin sighed again but handed over the clasp and then struggled into the rough s.h.i.+rt. The rough fabric sc.r.a.pping his skin, Lebuin thought, My Lord, this is hars.h.!.+ I have seen workers dressed like this pa.s.sing the Guildhouse. I never imagined I'd be dressed like one of them. Lebuin looked at the priestess. "Holiness, how will Ticca find us?"

"Don't worry about her. If she lives, she'll find you."

Ditani had selected a boat and was waiting for him. "Where should we go?"

The priestess thought for a moment. "I am not sure, where was Ticca planning to take you?"

Ditani answered, as Lebuin cautiously climbed into the boat. "She was taking us to the Blue Dolphin, Holiness."

"Then I suggest you continue on that path. If she doesn't make it soon, you will need another Dagger."

Ditani found the oars and pushed off into the current. "Our eternal thanks, Holiness."

The priestess waved. "May Dalpha bless and watch over you both. Good luck." She turned and went back up the stairs with a purpose.

Lebuin rubbed an itch caused by the s.h.i.+rt. "Ditani, do you think we'll live?"

Ditani was concentrating on the currents and answered absentmindedly, "Time will tell."

Lebuin looked at his companion for a minute. That was an odd inflection, it sounded like my dream. Was it Ditani I heard while I slept? Everyone keeps saying that today. Lord, can things get any worse?

Thankfully once they were in the broad current it was a leisurely trip. The waterway was lit by sunlight that came through a series of grates which were evenly s.p.a.ced along the sides. Here and there were small ledges, unevenly s.p.a.ced along the path. Most of the ledges had a stone staircase leading up and some had boats or barges tied to the same types of rusted metal rings. Above each stairway hung an engraved white stone, each carved in a language foreign to Lebuin. Some of the platforms had small wooden signs naming the establishment above. From time to time, workmen in boats would row past them, heading upstream, but most just used the currents to move their goods.

The ca.n.a.l soon joined with a larger channel, where traffic increased. Barges were poled and boats of various sizes maneuvered between them and the channel's banks; there was an intersection and more of those white stone plaques, laid into the walls, one on each side of the intersection. Floating in the water below them was a buoy with a sign showing street names he was familiar with.

As they traveled, more and more of the boats had lanterns out, s.h.i.+ning bright in the gloom. Seeing that all the boats, including theirs, had lantern or torch holders, he looked at Ditani. "What is this place?"

"Have you never heard of the Delivery Channel?"

"Yes, but I thought it was a tributary to the river?"

"Yes, and the whole city is built over it; the water flows gently towards the ocean. The western docks have an entry system, so large craft don't have to fight the current. Most of the city's deliveries and goods are moved through the channel."

Lebuin looked at the construction and noticed that there were no seams except where the platforms were and where other tunnels intersected. "This looks carved from the rock itself."

"Llino is one of the oldest cities; all old cities have features like this, and no one today understands how they were made."

Lebuin looked from Ditani back to the odd seamless stone walls. "No one knows how to do this?" He asked, pointing at one of the white-inlaid stone signs. "So what language is that?"

"Again, Master, no one here knows."

Lebuin marveled at the engineering that this water channel under his very home represented. An itch reminded him of the sack he wore. This is amazing. I haven't even left the city and I have already learned many things about this world. I can see the reason for Journeymen to journey. Only why do I have to have all of it coming so fast?

Ditani maneuvered the boat near a wall where some sludge had built up. He purposefully let one of the oars pick some up and let it drop between them on the floor of the boat. He then cursed and started to throw it out by hand. A nearby group of workmen on a barge laughed at Ditani's seeming inattentiveness. Lebuin watched for a moment before Ditani looked at him meaningfully. Remembering the priestess' instructions, he bent down and helped, getting plenty of smudge on his hands and arms. He wiped his hands on his s.h.i.+rt and pants, following Ditani's lead. Finally Ditani pointed at his boots, and, grimacing, he proceeded to ruin those too. And it does get worse. I have never been so dirty in my whole life. This stuff stinks, too. Stabbed, burned, chased, robbed of my powers, my clothes ruined, wearing an old oat sack for a s.h.i.+rt, and now river sludge on my whole body. This is worst day I have ever had, but also the most enlightening day too.

The boat pa.s.sed through an open gate made of steel that shone like a mirror. Those don't look like they have aged, but they have to be as old as the city. He tried to remember how old the city was. The Duianna Empire was the first civilization in human history, and that was founded over fifteen thousand years ago if the reference books are to be believed. Then the accords were signed, breaking up the failing empire into roughly the current smaller countries of today, and that happened about nine thousand years ago. The Mages' Guild of Argos was founded just over four thousand years ago. This city is supposed to date from the time just before the Duianna Empire, which means that the city itself is maybe sixteen thousand years old, or possibly older. What civilization was here before we came? Why did they leave? And why do we know nothing of them and yet live in their cities which seem to have been built for us today? Once past the gates they came out into the docks just as the priestess had said. Ditani found a place to tie up and they climbed on the docks just like the dozens of workmen milling around vessels of every size and shape.

Carefully, they made their way unnoticed through the docks until they came to Merchant's Road. Turning, they walked with the flow of foot traffic to the Blue Dolphin. Many workmen were heading there as well, it being the end of the day. Lebuin and Ditani joined the flow of workmen walking into the Blue Dolphin. I think we overdid the grime; most of these men look cleaner. Sniffing, he decided they were not really too far apart. Lebuin headed for the bar, but Ditani grabbed his s.h.i.+rt. "Aye, I see a clear spot, buddy," he said, indicating a place at a common table.

Lebuin rubbed the s.h.i.+rt and nodded agreement; they made their way over to the table and sat down. Ditani ordered dinner and took a couple of hyly mugs off of a pa.s.sing tray. Putting one down in front of him he picked it up and sniffed. Taking a careful sip, he found it thick and lightly sweet. Actually, this isn't as bad as I imagined. He drank his fill, finding he was thirstier than he realized. Ditani watched and smiled at him, and feeling a bit better, Lebuin smiled back.

When the food arrived there was no napkin, nor water to wash with. Lebuin watched as Ditani produced a knife and cut a piece off a hunk of meat, using his hands. Ditani left the knife in front of him, and grabbing some bread, began to eat bare-handed with his dirty fingers. Lord, I know I needed to learn... but really, this is almost too much. Smelling the meat, his stomach made up his mind for him. He grabbed the knife, cut into the meat, grabbed some bread, and ate. As he ate he thought over everything, and realized Ditani had done more for him in one day than he had ever done in his life for anyone else. Smiling, Lebuin realized he really enjoyed Ditani's company, so he dug in and enjoyed dinner with his new friend.

Next to their table a bard stepped up to the small platform and struck up a jaunty tune. Lebuin grabbed a fresh mug of hyly and thought that things could get worse. But for now, this was a wonderful dinner after all. Ditani smiled at him and he smiled back. Time will tell indeed. I just hope it is finished with today's tale!

Chapter 7.

Blood tells true 'STEADY, CALM, WAIT FOR THE right moment.' Her trainer had said that in every knife fight they had together. Knives out, balanced foot, cautious on the approach, all key. The Knife apparently had similar training. They circled each other slowly, both measuring the other up.

"Who's paying you?"

He smirked. "Sorry missy, that is privileged information and where you're going it won't be of any use."

Confident b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Looking at his excellent disguise as a slightly wounded workman, she knew he was experienced. He had to have been following us. d.a.m.n it! I shouldn't have let the priestess drape me in that hood. She spotted the quick s.h.i.+ft of his rear foot and was able to parry the first thrust. She sliced up with her dagger but he had already s.h.i.+fted and parried with his off hand. They exchanged a handful of feints, attacks, and parries, circling fast.

Lebuin and Ditani finally got through the door. She glanced over to make sure they were getting out, and smiled as she saw the door closing. Turning her attention fully on her opponent she saw he was circling towards the door. I need to keep him occupied to give Lebuin time to get clear. In spite of the danger, she launched a series of attacks to keep him from trying to run and pursue them. The Knife managed to hold her off. It meant he got into a better position; he seized the opportunity without hesitation. Feinting with his left hand, he changed direction at the last moment, and dropping low scooped up the loose end of her initiates' robe. Easily parrying her dagger, he yanked hard, pulling her off balance.

d.a.m.n it! These robes are going to get me killed! Gotta do something unexpected or I'm dead when his knife comes back around. Ticca was already off balance, so she let herself fall forward instead of fighting to stay standing as he expected. He had already reversed his knife and was trying for a neck strike, but without her counterweight he was also off balance. Ticca twisted and arched back, effectively dodging the strike. Unfortunately that exposed her mid-section and she was much too close. He delivered a vicious knee strike to her chest. The air was forced out of her in a loud yelp of pain and surprise. Releasing the robe, he sliced out, smiling wider as he managed to cut what felt like a bone-deep gash across her shoulder. Clenching her jaw on the pain, she managed to only squeak.

He smiled as she finally recovered from the maneuver by taking a couple of wild shots just to keep him occupied while she stepped past. OK, b.a.s.t.a.r.d, you're not bad. She backed up a little and he let her go. Think you're winning, don't you... except I'm better than you. She glanced at her shoulder; a bit relieved, she saw it wasn't as bad as it felt. It wasn't a deadly or impairing wound, unless that blade had been poisoned. If his knives are poisoned I need to end this fast to get help in time. Almost laughing, she thought, Well, at least I'm already at the hospice. She smiled back at him and saw his eyes light up with joy. Yep, you think are winning. But you're not as fast or as well-trained. "Not bad, but do try to keep up."

Ticca relaxed her stance, controlled her breathing, and moved with a fluidity and grace that would make any dancer jealous. Stepping forward, she delivered a series of thrusts and cuts, and he parried every one. She didn't give him time to riposte. She kept thrusting and cutting, faster and faster, as she warmed to the fight. He started backing away from the flurry of blows and she stepped forward with him, never stopping the attacks. He managed to get a riposte in about every third strike. She easily parried those and followed through with her own riposte. She smiled and looked him in the eye as the attacks continued. Finally his eyes showed real fear.

He had backed all the way to the wall. Sweat was pouring down his face. She paused. "Care to reconsider?"

"To h.e.l.l with you, b.i.t.c.h!" He feinted left, but she saw his right moving to throw. She ducked under the thrown knife, thrusting up with her dagger and cutting the wrist of his extended hand. He was totally exposed; she simply reacted, knocking his knife wide and burying her blade to the hilt in his heart. Quickly stepping back, she pulled her knife out and let him fall face-first to the floor.

Backing up a few more steps she checked the room for more enemies. The only people in the room were a handful of patients, all stock still, mesmerized by the fight, and two acolytes. She let herself breathe a little before sitting down on an empty cot. She didn't put the knives away; she just rested her wrists on her knees dangling them in her hands. Two days, two kills. This one was at least a reasonable fight.

An acolyte approached cautiously. She brought her knife up quickly before dropping it again. "Lady, do you need me to look at your wound?" He looked like he would try to fly away if she moved.

Looking at her shoulder, she saw the blood was running well but slowing. Very gently and softly she replied, "Yes please, and do you have a rag I can clean my knives with?"

He moved to her side and handed her a square of cloth. She wiped and cleaned her blades while he inspected the wound. "I need to see it better; can you remove your s.h.i.+rt?"

She stood, shedding the initiate's robe onto the next cot. She then took her belt off and placed it on the robe. Finally Ticca turned her back and removed the s.h.i.+rt, and grabbing the towel he offered she wrapped it around her bare chest; then she sat back down, pulling the cot with her equipment close enough to grab it fast if needed.

Another acolyte started towards the body but she called him off. "No, don't touch him, I want to inspect him first." The acolyte obeyed and went to help the other patients.

Just as the first acolyte finished wrapping her shoulder with clean white cotton bandages the priestess came back through the door, her rod still glowing green.

"He's done, Holiness; unfortunately he didn't want to talk."

The priestess approached and inspected the bandaging. "Is it a major wound?"

"No, just sliced up the skin. I've had worse."

"Perhaps, but I think I can help." She lightly rested her hand on the shoulder and chanted a prayer. Soft warmth spread, and the pain eased considerably. "That will speed the process. In a day you can take the bandage off and it should be near fully healed."

"My thanks, Holiness." Ticca stood, dropping the towel and making the acolyte squeak a quick goodbye and rush off. She managed to not laugh, barely. Slipping her s.h.i.+rt on, she grabbed the belt. "I presume Lebuin is safe?"

The priestess nodded. "I set them on the Delivery Channel dressed as workers. They should have no problem making it to the Blue Dolphin via the docks. You can meet them there in about two marks."

Ticca thought about the situation for a moment and it felt good all around. "Thank you, I am worried, but I doubt they'll be watching the s.h.i.+pyards for workers." Settling her belt into place she stepped over to the dead Knife. She bent down and rolled him over.

He had four knives, a few coins in a cloth purse, and that was it. Searching him thoroughly yielded nothing more. The knives he had been using looked familiar. She tried to place them. Picking one up, she saw it was slightly longer than a dagger but still a bit shorter than the short sword she had fought with. It was single-edged and the hilts were a series of knotted black cotton bands over ivory or bone. These look like those knives my Uncle and Trainer talked about. What were they called? She thought for a moment and then it came back. Oda.s.si! The fighting knives of that group called Nhia-Samri who were pus.h.i.+ng the pressure points to keep the anger high and the war going where my Uncle lost his arm. She looked at them a bit closer and then put them down. It might be, but this more likely one of the imitations Knives like to use to scare people; he didn't fight in the style my Trainer showed me they use.

"He must have followed us from the Temple; I bet he was going to try to get into the hospice when we left."

"He might have done that after we left and then guessed at how you got out. He didn't get close until about a quarter-mark after we left the Temple."

Smart priestess; that is a pretty good observation. She thought it over. "True, that is also a likely scenario. Either way I still don't know who is backing this, nor do I have a place to start."

The priestess looked a little uncomfortable. "There is one thing I can do."

Ticca looked at her with interest. "What more is there?"

The priestess called for a bottle, a straight needle and surgical thread. "I can give you a blood compa.s.s."

I have heard of those, but no one ever said or even hinted that a servant of Dalpha would be able, much less willing, to make one. It would be very good to answer a few questions. "Holiness, that would aid me greatly."

The priestess received the items she called for. She quickly tied the fine thread to the needle and pushed that through the bottle stopper. Bending down to the dead man, she rolled the needle in his blood. She then carefully inserted the needle into the bottle. As she closed the stopper, she sang a mournful chant into the bottle, her lips practically touching the rim and her breath fogging the inside of the gla.s.s. The stopper jumped from her fingers, seating itself very deep into the bottle's neck with a slight hiss. The bottle glowed red for a moment, and when the light faded the fog on the gla.s.s had cleared completely. The needle hanging on the thread held firmly towards the door.

The priestess handed her the bottle. "This will last for three marks. After that the traces it follows will be too faint. It will lead you back on the path of his life."

Ticca took the bottle reverently. "Holiness, I know what it means to make this. I shall remember it. If you don't mind my asking, you're very competent in skills I wouldn't expect from a priestess. How did you learn these things?"

"I wasn't always a priestess." She pulled out of her robes a lovely old dagger with wings for a crossguard. The hilt was a carved piece of ivory with intertwining leaves and flowers, the pommel a nearly-closed oval of silver also engraved with the intertwining vines. "I am Boadua of Mostill Valley; Dagger, priestess, in service to the Great Lady Dalpha."

Ticca took in the dagger then looked into the older woman's eyes; there was life, cunning, and experiences untold in their brown depths. Ticca touched her dagger. "I am Ticca of Rhini Wood, Dagger in service to Journeyman Lebuin of House Caerni and the Guild of Lord Argos." After the moment pa.s.sed Ticca grinned. "That's why the Great Lady called you for this task, why you brought us here and how you knew he was a threat."

The priestess smiled wider, nodded, and put the dagger back under her robes. "It was some time ago. I am pleased I still have some of the skills."

Ticca squared off to the experienced Dagger and put her arms out. "Sister, your service honors me and your name."

The priestess took Ticca's arms in hers. "And you have served well this day. Now continue with your charge, stay sharp, and may the Lady watch over you."

Releasing her arms, the priestess winked and turned to the task of cleaning up the scene. Watching Boadua efficiently taking command, she heard her Uncle's voice remind her, 'Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world, but Daggers don't have that problem.' Ticca set the bottle down and pulled her cloak out of her pouch. Shaking it out, she put it on and pulled it well over her shoulders so it could be pulled closed in front when she chose. Taking the bottle, she nodded farewell to the priestess. "Stay sharp." Being very cautious for more watchers, or archers in hidden places, she left the hospice. She was fairly certain there were no spies watching. Stay sharp indeed. Just 'cause I don't see them doesn't mean they're not there. As my Uncle always reminded me, 'Daggers who are paranoid live to tell tales.'

The path the bottle led was not unexpected at first. The Knife had indeed followed them from the Temple, moving back and forth from one hiding spot to another. It took longer than she liked to get back to the Temple due to the many zigzags. A full mark and a half had past. At the Temple she found he had not gone inside it but had been across the street, obviously observing both entrances. Must have followed us on a hunch or got some warning we were no longer there. From the Temple on it was a very simple path. He had come from a side street that paralleled the market. She followed his route to the merchant quarter. Ironically she found herself crossing Gold Street not more than three blocks from the hospice; he had come through an alley that led through a series of paths. The sun was already down and twilight was growing dim when she found what she hoped to find. Ticca wrapped herself in her cloak and moved through the dim shadows, when the blood compa.s.s indicated a nondescript door in the side of a house.

She circled the house and found that he had come from the opposite direction and stopped in the house. It was a nice rich merchant's house with two wings and two stories on a side street to Silver Road, with a large front yard and carriage round. What made it interesting was not the perfectly painted shutters, nor the very rich colored-gla.s.s double doors, but the fact that he had used the alley entrance, as had many others. The front of the house struck her as just that: A front for something else. She carefully left the area, making sure she hadn't been seen coming or going. I need to think this through. This is where a Hand would live. I need to find out which Hand and who his clientele are likely to be.

Once Ticca was clear of the area, she found a trash heap and broke the bottle there, leaving only scattered fragments. She took the needle and stopper with her. Breaking the string, she rubbed the needle in the dirt for a moment then threw it into another alley. Finally, the stopper went on a roof many blocks later. May your afterlife give you all you earned, but I will not be one to keep you from it longer.

Using the shadows, she remained vigilant for all observers and possible a.s.sailants the way back to the Blue Dolphin. She approached from the city path and spent extra time trying to find any hint of spying. She couldn't find a single lookout. This is wrong. There has to be an observer. This is the one place I would go for sure. So it is the best point to get a lead on Lebuin's location. Approaching by roof, she moved cautiously, keeping her cloak around her.

She had just about decided there really was no watcher when she realized that the roof next to her had a couple of tiles lifted slightly. There you are. It isn't paranoia if they really are after you. Bet you have all sides covered too. She moved back silently. She realized her boots were not making any sounds at all. These keep getting more and more useful. She moved smoothly away and then dropped into an alley.

Well, they know I am going to go in there. By now they might be worried that the Knife hasn't reported back. I hope Lebuin made it before they started watching, or even better that they didn't recognize him. Thinking it over, she couldn't think of a way into the building, other than flying, that could go unnoticed. Shrugging to herself, she pulled the cloak back, exposing the b.l.o.o.d.y bandage and affected a convincing limp as she stepped out to the street and simply walked in plain sight to the door. She imitated being wounded and trying to hide it. Kind of silly pretending to pretend not to be wounded; but people see what they expect, and this will help make them feel a bit more confident in my lack of skills.

Once inside, the smoke and sounds of the bar made her feel welcome and hungry. The smoke burned her nose, as it had for the last few weeks. Whoever likes that odd herb is still here. I wonder what it is about it that they like so much, because it doesn't smell all that pleasant to me. At the right-hand community table sat Lebuin and Ditani, talking and drinking. They were smiling and looked to be just fine, so she kept up the pretending to pretend and turned left, limping slightly to her own table. The table had changed; attached to the dagger holder was a metal coin. The coin was engraved with a few birch trees in the background and a pack of hunting hounds sitting looking straight out at her. She couldn't help it - some tears came to her eyes.

Sitting down, she unlatched the coin from the dagger holder and traced the etching with her fingers. The hounds were the same as the ones on her dagger; the coin was in the exact same style as her dagger. This was my Uncle's when he was a Dagger here; Genne must have kept it all these years. Holding back the tears, she put the coin back in the clasp, which was connected to the dagger holder by a pair of small screws. She pulled her dagger out and let it flip around her hand once as she laid it flat on the table.

Before she could signal she wanted something, a serving girl set a hot cup of arit in front of her from a tray of many drinks. "Care for dinner, Ticca?" The girl was eyeing her bandage with a concerned look.

"Yes please, thank you for the arit too. Would you let Genne know I'd like to see him when he has a moment?" The girl nodded and moved off, with a final glance at the b.l.o.o.d.y bandage, to deliver the other drinks on her platter.

Ticca watched the room for enemies. Some of the other Daggers, having already noticed her condition and weariness, had started to scan the room themselves. Seeing the already active scanning, her Uncle's voice echoed, 'Mess with one Dagger and you mess with them all.' Time to get a little help, Ticca thought, and minutely nodded to the Daggers who caught her eye; in turn, they raised an eyebrow very slightly and she s.h.i.+fted her eyes sideways, idly running her hand over her dagger. When they signaled acknowledgment, she signaled that the inn was under observation; with a possible threat of Knife strike, and they grew even more alert. It didn't take long before all the experienced Daggers in the room had received and acknowledged the warning. There were three with daggers out that did not know the code; these were vouched for by one Dagger or another. One of us will get to them and give them the code - good to know who is experienced. Smiling, she thought of the more surprising Dagger history she had to memorize under her Uncle's guidance. I would love to see their faces when they are told our traditions extend back beyond the known histories and into legends. The Daggers slowed their drinking, and were inconspicuously sizing up the other patrons. Ticca joined in the exercise and by the time her dinner came out all the twenty-three non-regular customers had been identified and the Daggers were watching for any sign of trouble. Now maybe I can relax a little. No Knife will ever attack in the Dolphin again, and any idiot trying to be a Knife will not like a room full of alert Daggers.

As she ate, four of the non-regular customers left. Everyone else appeared to be enjoying the evening.

Genne came over, taking the other wall seat again. "Ya wann'd chat? Don' worry 'bout issues, ain't allowed."

"I know. I just I need a bath." Raising her hyly mug and blocking the view of her mouth from the room, she added softly, "And a room close to mine," before taking a swallow of the hyly.

Genne looked at her for a moment. "After yer bath, then." His eyes darted to Lebuin and Ditani then back to her. "We'll settle up inna yer room fer yer expenses."

He really doesn't miss much. Touching the metal coin on the dagger holder, she said, "I can't thank you enough for this."

"Dat, well..." He rubbed his neck. "Yer Uncle din't 'ave a chance ta collect it. I was a lad but I liked yer Uncle fine. Me pa said it migh' be needed again. So he stowed it. Took o'bit o'huntin' ta fine it. Glad I am ta have it out."

Ticca nodded, holding back more tears. Genne politely ignored the emotions, or maybe he was doing the same. He got up and went back to the bar without saying another word. Safe and comfortable, she took her time eating and drinking. It wasn't until she was just about to go up for her bath that Ditani and Lebuin spotted her table. She made as covert a "stay put" signal as she could, and thankfully they didn't move to follow. Getting up, she limped past them towards the stairs; when they looked she moved her eyes from them to Genne and back again as she went up the stairs to her room. Lady, let one of them understand that. Course Genne probably has a means to that end too.

In her room Ticca dropped everything but her knives and grabbed some clean, st.u.r.dy clothes; she closed the window shutters and then went out to the baths. One room was open with a hot, steaming tub waiting. She slipped inside, locking the door. Stripping, she put the boots on the rack, and her clean clothes over them. The knives she kept close at hand. Tossing the dirty clothes out the drop hole, she happily eased into the tub. It was wonderfully hot. She scrubbed everything, even dunking her head to rinse her hair. Then she soaked until the water grew tepid. Regretfully she stepped out, and, not feeling any pain from her shoulder, she peaked under the bandage; there was no sign that there had ever been a wound. She picked up her boots and kissed each one. "Thank you, Lady, for these little wonders, I cannot think of any tool besides my dagger that could be as useful." After dressing, she made her way back to her room.

Ticca was putting some things away when she heard a knock on her door. "Yes?"

"Ya asked for some hot arit." Genne's voice was a welcome sound. She opened the door and there stood Genne holding a large platter with an arit serving carafe, over a small candle to keep it hot, and some brown curly pastries. Behind him Lebuin and Ditani were just coming up the stairs. She held the door open as they all came into her room. Closing the door, she locked it behind them. Ditani took in the room with a nod of satisfaction.

Genne put the platter down on the table and poured a cup for everyone. Grabbing a pastry, he sat down and made himself comfortable. "Now dese are worth every pence." Closing his eyes, he drank a little arit and bit into the pastry. It almost looked like he had been transported to heaven. So everyone followed his example. The flavor was sweet, with a hint of chocolate, and something else that left a warm feeling that spread from the mouth out.

Lebuin looked shocked. "There is sharre in these."

Genne smiled. "Yep." Looking at Ticca, he asked, "What can I do fer ya?"