Harald laughed. And shrugged. "Maybe. But he left everything at his place pretty much untouched."
"You know this how?"
"I broke his door down and rifled through his stuff."
"I take it he owes you less, now."
Harald"s smile was thin. "He has a girl there. Maybe had. Fiona. You know her?"
Rath shook his head.
"She"s got a temper."
"So did Jim." He paused and then shook his head. "I take it she was in Jim"s place when you kicked the door in?"
"Pretty much."
"You"re still walking."
"She slammed the side of my head with a pan."
"You"ve got a thick head."
"That was one of the kinder things she said. She seemed to think I"d have to pay for the door."
"You corrected that misunderstanding?"
Harald shrugged. "Would have. But Jim"s been missing three days. He didn"t take a lot of money with him, not that he had much. He also didn"t take more than a dagger or two. Wherever he was going-and she thought it was the Common-he didn"t go expecting to stay a few days."
"She told you that?"
Harald frowned. "You"re sure you haven"t been drinking?"
Rath nodded; it was a stupid question. "What did she want you to do?"
"Find him, more or less."
"She went to the magisterial halls?"
Harald nodded. "Two days ago."
"They find a body?"
"They took a report."
"A report?"
Harald nodded.
"That"s more paperwork than they"d do in a year, in these parts."
"That"s what I thought." He emptied his mug and dropped it on the table; it rolled in a clumsy circle, trailing the last of the ale.
"I take it there were no bodies?"
"If there were, they didn"t offer to show "em to her."
"All right. That"s unusual." It was. Missing people weren"t uncommon in the older holdings. They weren"t entirely common; the rule of law, if shoddy, was still in force. But if someone came to report a missing person, the magisterians usually took them to look at the bodies that had been retrieved from either the river or the streets.
"You said her name was Fiona?"
Harald nodded.
"Which holding?"
"The thirty-fifth."
"But if Jim was on his way to the Common-" Rath stopped. He didn"t have a map of the holdings, but he didn"t need one; he knew where Jim lived. Knew, as well, what the route to the Common from Jim"s place looked like, unless Jim was trying to lose someone, in which case it was anyone"s guess.
"This along the lines of what you came here looking for?"
"No. Who was Jim working for?"
"Judging by his debts? No one." He shrugged.
"Was he planning to?"
"At the Common?" They both knew it was the wrong season for press-gangs. If Jim went, that wasn"t the method of his departure.
Rath nodded. With a forced wry grin, he added, "Too early in the morning for thinking."
Harald raised a brow. "What did you come here for?"
"Word," Rath said quietly. "Of anyone new in the holdings." Quiet was relative in The Den.
Harald"s voice dropped. "Maybe," he said at last. "You have someone in mind?"
"Not by name. Money, maybe," Rath added, after a pause. "And a number of very competent men."
"Competent how?"
"About how you"d expect."
Harald looked uneasy. Given his size and his general demeanor, this was two things: Nigh impossible and bad.
"I"ll take that as a provisional yes."
"Take it as you like. Don"t attach my name to it."
"Anyone in The Den working for someone new?"
Harald said nothing, loudly. It was enough. As a drink failed to materialize, Rath looked at the doors; watched people entering.
"You working?"
Harald shrugged.
"I"ll take that as a provisional no."
"What do you want me to do?"
Rath told him.
To Jewel"s surprise, Rath was home before dinner. He knocked at her door, and both Lefty and Arann tensed; Jewel got up quickly, more for their comfort than Rath"s. She left her room, the two slates in use a reminder that she wasn"t technically supposed to pillage Rath"s quarters. The door, she shut quietly and firmly behind her.
Rath was covered in a fine patina of damp dust; she knew where he"d been for at least part of the day. His backpack hung flat and limp against his shoulders, though; if he"d found whatever he"d been looking for, he hadn"t brought it with him.
"Jay," he said softly. He removed the velvet jacket as he spoke, glancing at it with mild dismay. This was as much expression as he ever showed. She took it from him as he turned back to the door and bolted it.
She nodded.
"I need your help."
She nodded again. "I can"t wash this-"
"Not with that," he snapped. His eyes were almost glittering in the pale gloom of the hall as he held out the magelight he always carried with him. "Hang the jacket up in my room. Over the chair back," he added. "Not the armchair."
"You"ve eaten?"
His expression made clear how endearing he found being mothered. She backed off. Given his current mood, she also backed away. It was involuntary, and it caught his attention.
He closed his eyes and drew a long breath, straightening his shoulders and schooling the lines of his face. Eyes still closed, he said, "I"m not angry at you, Jay."
"You are angry-"
"Not specifically at you. I"m angry, yes. I"m also a sane man; I have no intention of throwing you out or beating you." He opened his eyes, and held out his open palms, one still glowing brightly with magelight. The underside of his chin was lit with pale gold, and his eyes were ringed with shadow.
There was a long pause that Jewel had no intention of breaking.
Rath, to her surprise, did. His voice was softer, and there was something akin to regret in it. "I forget how much of a stranger you are. Or I am, to you. There are reasons I live alone, when I"ve the choice. This is one of them; I"ve never been known for an even temper."
She had seen him frustrated before. But anger was different. And he knew it.
Still, his hands were open and empty, and he held himself still, as if she were the wild or injured creature. She tried to meet him halfway. "What-what did you want me to help you with?"
"The maze," he said curtly. There was edge in the words.
There was wonder, momentary and not unalloyed, on her face, and her mouth was half open because he stared at her until she remembered and shut it. "You want me to go back to the maze?"
Annoyance, a familiar twist of facial geography, answered the question. "No," he said, just as curtly. "I don"t. But at the moment, I don"t see any good choice."
She said, "I"ll tell Lefty we"re going out."
"You won"t."
"But-"
"We"re not going out." He reached into his hidden pouch and pulled out a small key. "We"re going in." His eyes narrowed. "Have you eaten?"
"Everything on my plate," she responded promptly. It would annoy him. But then again, on some days, everything did. He had promised he wouldn"t hit her. She chose to believe him, but she wasn"t against pushing the line a bit, just to be certain.
"Good." He failed-probably deliberately-to hear any cheek in the words. "Put your boots on."
She slid back into her room.
Lefty and Arann were sitting side by side, just a few inches too close together. She smiled at them, and it was an encouraging smile.
"He"s mad about the slates, isn"t he?"
She shook her head. Bright smile, all around. "He"s just p.i.s.sed off in general. Probably some deal went bad."
"Should we leave?"
"And go where? No, don"t answer that. Arann," she added, "If you leave, I"ll break your legs. I swear."
Given the difference in both their size and age, it wasn"t much of a threat, and it was taken as the sign of affection it was. He nodded. She bent and hooked the back of her boots on her fingers; they were heavy and solid, reminding her that Arann needed to visit the seamstress and the cobbler in the Common.
"Keep an eye on Lefty."
"I"m not the injured one," Lefty snapped.
Both she and Arann turned to stare at him; his back was stiff, and although his right hand was cradled in his armpit, the left one was bunched in a loose fist.
She almost laughed. Lefty had snapped at her. And Rath was about to take her back to the maze. The day had turned out so much better than she"d expected. Firsts all around.
Arann muttered something to Lefty.
"Well, I"m not," Lefty replied, shoving his left hand under his right armpit and staring at his friend.
"This," Arann said heavily, "is what he"s really like."
Jewel laughed. "I like it better," she told Arann.
"You won"t," was his dire warning. But she could see the half smile on his face, and the strain of hope. She could answer neither easily. "Stay in the room," she told them both, "until Rath calms down."
That much, they could obey easily.
Boots retrieved, Jewel joined Rath in the hall. He waited with more or less patience while she shoved her feet into them. In the apartment, she hated to wear them; they were stiff, and they rubbed the back of her ankles raw. After she stood up, she pulled her hair out of her eyes and tied it back over her head with a kerchief. It wouldn"t stay there, but it was as much as she could manage.