The gem, which he had supposed colorless, caught a ray of sunlight from the G.o.d-gate in the roof and flashed a watery green. For some reason, it reminded him of her eyes. He put it to his lips, his thoughts full of things that could never be.
To spare his broken ankle, he had waited until Moorgra.s.s had finished washing and dressing the body, so that he might ride back to the manteion in Loach"s wagon.
They would need a coffin, and ice. Ice was very costly, but having accepted a hundred cards from Orchid, he could not refuse her daughter ice. Mutes could be engaged easily and cheaply. On the other hand-
Loach"s wagon lurched to a stop, and Silk looked up in surprise at the weather-stained facade of his own manteion. Loach inquired, "Lay her on the altar for now, Patera?" He nodded; it was what they always did. "Let me help you down, Patera. About my pay-" The fisc was closed, of course, and would not open at all on Scylsday. "See me after sacrifice tomorrow," Silk said. "No, on Molpsday. Not before then." The icemongers might cash Orchid"s draft for him if he bought enough ice, but there was no point in relying on that.
Auk came out of the mantion, waved, and wedged the door open; the sight of him snapped Silk out of his calculations. "I"m sorry I"m late," he called. "There was a death." Auk"s heavy, brutal face took on what seemed intended as an expression of concern. "Friend of yours, Patera?" "No," Silk said. "I didn"t know her." Auk smiled. He helped Loach carry Orpine"s shrouded body inside, where a new coffin, plain but st.u.r.dy-looking, waited on a catafalque.
Maytera Marble rose from the shadows, the silver gleam of her face almost ghostly. "I arranged for these, Patera.
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The man you sent said that we"d require them. They can be returned, if they"re not suitable."
"We"ll need a better casket tomorrow." Silk fumbled in his pockets, and at length produced Orchid"s draft. "Take this, please. It"s payable to bearer. Get ice, half a load of ice, and see if they"ll cash it for you. Flowers, too. Arrange for a grave, if it"s not too late."
A tiny, but abrupt and uncoordinated, movement of her head as she glanced at the draft betrayed Maytera Marble"s surprise.
"You"re right." Silk nodded as she looked up at him. "It"s a great deal. I"ll get the victims in the morning, a white heifer if I can find one, and a rabbit for Kypris-several, I ought to say. And a black lamb and a black c.o.c.k for Tar-taros; I pledged those last night. But we must have the ice tonight, and if you could take care of it, Maytera, I would be exceedingly grateful."
"For Kypris the-? All right, Patera. I"ll try." She hurried away, the rapid taps of her footfalls like the soft rattle of a snare drum. Silk shook his head and looked about for Loach, but Loach had already left, un.o.bserved.
Auk said, "If there"s ice left in Viron, she"ll find it. She teach you, Patera?"
"No. I wish now that she had-she and Maytera Mint. But I should have asked her to arrange for mutes. Well, it can be taken care of tomorrow. Can we talk here, Auk, or would you prefer to go to the manse?"
"Have you eaten yet, Patera? I was hoping you"d have a bite of supper with me while you told me what happened last night."
"I couldn"t pay my share, I"m afraid."
"I asked you, Patera. I wouldn"t let you pay if you wanted to. But you listen here." Auk"s voice dropped to a whisper. "I"m in this as much as you are. It was me that helped you. I got a right to know."
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"Of course. Of course." Silk sank wearily into a seat near the catafalque. "Sit down, please. It hurts my ankle to stand. I"ll tell you whatever you want to know. To tell the truth, I need to tell someone-to talk all of it over, and other things, too. Everything that happened today. And I"d like very much to go to dinner with you. I"m beginning to like you, and I"m terribly hungry; but I can"t walk for. Much as I appreciate your generosity, perhaps we should dine together some other night"
"We don"t have to leg it over to the Orilla. There"s a nice place right down the street. They got the tenderest, juiciest roasts you ever cut on die side of your flipper." Auk grinned, showing square, yellow teeth that looked fully capable of severing a human hand at the wrist "Suppose I was to buy an augur-one that really needed it-a dimber uphill dinner. Whatever he wanted. That"d be a meritorious act, wouldn"t it?"
"I suppose so. Nevertheless, you must consider that he
may not deserve one."
"I"ll keep it in mind." Auk strolled to the coffin and pulled down the shroud. "Who is she?"
"Orchid"s daughter Orpine. That was nicely done, but you knew her, I"m sure."
"Her daughter?" Leaving Orpine"s body, Auk took Silk"s arm. "Come on, Patera. If we don"t get over there, we"ll have to eat in the public room."
Musk had caught sight of his eagle before he stepped out of the floater. She was at the top of a blasted pine, silhouetted against the brightening skylands.
She was looking at the backboard, Musk knew. She could see the backboard more clearly from half a league away than he had ever seen the palms of his own hands. She would be ravenous by now, like a falcon (as Musk reminded himself) an eagle would have to learn to fly before it could
learn to hunt. Apparendy, she had not yet gone after lambs, though she might tomorrow-it was his greatest fear.
He circled the villa. The meat bound to the backboard had been diere all day; it was nearly dry now, and blanketed with flies. He kicked the board to dislodge diem before he brought out the lure and a bag of cracked maize.
The lure whistled as he spun it on its five-cubit line.
"Ho, hawk! Ho, hawk!"
Once he imagined that he heard the faint jingle of her bells, though he knew it was impossible. He scattered maize nearly to the wall, then returned to the backboard and swung the lure again while he waited. It was late- perhaps too late. It would be dark very soon, and when it was she would not fly.
"Ho! Ho, hawk!"
As well as Musk could judge, the eagle on the remote snag had not stirred so much as a feather, but a plump brown wood weaver was settling on the cropped gra.s.s near the wall to peck at die maize.
He dropped the lure and crouched, his needier gripped with both hands and his left elbow braced on his left knee. It would be a long shot, in poor light.
The wood weaver fell, fluttered up, cannoned into the wall, and fell again. Before it could fly a second time, he had it. Back at the backboard, he loosened the nose in the lure line and let the red-and-white lure fall to die ground. With the noose tight about the wood weaver"s right leg, he twirled it producing a fine and almost invisible shower of blood.
"Ha, hawk!"
The wide wings spread. For a moment Musk, watching the eagle, still twirling the dying wood weaver in its ten-cubit circle, felt that he more than possessed it.
Felt that he himself was the great bird, and was happy.
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"You seen what they wrote on that wall, Patera." Auk sat down, having chosen a chair from which he could watch the door. "Some sprat from the palaestra, like you say. But I"d talk to them about it, if I was you. Could be trouble."
"I"m not responsible for every boy who finds a piece of chalk." This eating house had seemed remote indeed to Silk, though it was almost in sight of his manteion. He lowered himself into the capacious armchair the host was holding for him and looked around him at the whitewashed shiprock walls. Their private dining room was smaller even than his bedroom in the manse, still crowded after a waiter had removed two superfluous chairs.
"All of them good and thick," Auk said, answering the question Silk had not asked, "and so"s the door. This was the Alambrera back in the old days. What do you like?"
Silk scanned the neady lettered slate. "I"ll have the chops, I think." At eighteen cardbits, the chops were die least expensive meal; and even if there were in fact only a single chop, this dinner would be his most bountiful meal of the week.
"How"d you get over the wall?" Auk asked when the host had gone. "Have any trouble?"
And so Silk told the whole story, from die cutting of his horsehair rope by a spike to his ride back to the city in Blood"s floater. Auk was roaring with laughter when the waiter brought their dinners, but he had grown very serious by the time Silk reached his interview with Blood.