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Something like that." Recalling certain cla.s.sroom embarra.s.sments, he forced himself to breathe deeply so that he would not yawn; the faint throbbing in his foot seemed very far away, driven beyond the fringes of the most remote Vironese lands by the kindly sorcery of the squat tumbler. "I would have given it to one of my-to another augur, one I know well. I was going to seal it, and make him promise to deliver it to the Juzgado if anything happened to me. Something like that."
"Not too bad." Blood took Hyacinth"s little needier from his waistband, thumbed off its safety catch, and aimed it carefully at Silk"s chest.
Musk frowned and touched Blood"s arm.
Biood chuckled. "Oh, don"t worry. I only wanted to see how he"d behave in my place. It doesn"t seem to bother him much." The needler"s tiny, malevolent eye twitched to the right and spat, and the squat tumbler exploded, showering Silk with shards and pungent liquor.
He brushed himself with his fingers. "What would you like me to sign over to you? I"ll be happy to oblige. Give me the paper."
"I don"t know." Blood dropped Hyacinth"s gold-plated needier on the stand that had held his drink. "What have you got, Patera?"
"Two drawers of clothing and three books. No, two; I sold my personal copy of the Writings. My beads-I"ve got those here, and I"ll give them to you now if you like. My old pen case, but it"s still in my robe up in that woman"s room. You could have somebody bring it, and I"ll confess to climbing onto your roof and entering your house without your permission, and give you the pen case, too."
Blood shook his head. "I don"t need your confession, Patera. I have you."
"As you like." Silk visualized his bedroom, over the kitchen in the manse. "Pas"s gammadion. That"s steel, of
course, but the chain"s silver and should be worth something. I also have an old portable shrine that belonged to Patera Pike. I"ve set it up on my dresser, so I suppose you could say it"s mine now. There"s a rather attractive triptych, a small polychrome lamp, an offertory cloth, and so on, with a teak case to carry them in. Do you want that? I had hoped-foolishly no doubt-to pa.s.s it on to my successor."
Blood waved the triptych aside. "How"d you get through the gate?"
"I didn"t. I cut a limb in the forest and tied it to this rope." Silk pointed to his waist. "I threw the limb over the spikes on your wall and climbed the rope."
"We"ll have to do something about that." Biood glanced significantly at Musk. "You say you were up on the roof, so it was you that killed Hierax."
Silk sat up straight, feeling as if he had been wakened from sleep. "You gave him the name of the G.o.d?"
"Musk did. Why not?"
Musk said softly, "He was a griffon vulture, a mountain bird. Beautiful. I thought I might be able to teach him to kill for himself."
"But it was no go," Blood continued. "Musk got angry with him and was going to knife him. Musk has the mews out back."
Silk nodded politely. Patera Pike had once remarked to him that you could never tell from a man"s appearance what might give him pleasure; studying Musk, Silk decided that he had never accorded Patera Pike"s sagacity as much respect as it had deserved.
"So I said that if he didn"t want him, he could give him to me," Blood continued, "and I put him up there on the roof for a pet."
"I see." Silk paused. "You clipped his wings."
"I had one of Musk"s helpers do it," Blood explained, "so he wouldn"t fly off. He wouldn"t hunt anyhow."
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Silk nodded, mostly to himself. "But he attacked me, I suppose because I picked up that sc.r.a.p of hide. We were next to the battlement, and in the excitement of the moment he-I will not call him Hierax, Hierax is a sacred name-forgot that he could no longer fly."
Blood reached for the needier. "You"re saying I killed him. That"s a s.h.a.ggy He! You did it."
Silk nodded. "He died by misadventure while fighting with me; but you may say that I killed him if you like. I was certainly trying to."
"And you stole this needier from Hyacinth before she drove you through the window with her azoth-must be about a thirty-cubit drop. Why didn"t you shoot her?"
"Would you have," Silk inquired, "if you had been in my place?"
Blood chuckled. "And fed her to Musk"s birds."
"What I have done to you already is surely much worse than anything that Hyacinth did to me; I say nothing of what I intended to do to you. Are you going to shoot me?" If he lunged, Silk decided, he might be able to wrestle the little needier from Blood in spite of his injured leg; and with the muzzle to Blood"s head, he might be able to force them to let him go. He readied himself, calculating the distance as he edged forward in his chair.
"I might. I might at that, Patera." Blood toyed with the needier, palming it, flipping it over, and weighing it in his hand; he seemed nearly sober now. "You understand-or I hope you do, anyway-that we haven"t committed any kind of a crime, not a one of us. Not me, not Musk here, not any of my people."
Silk started to speak, then decided against it.
"You think you know about something? All right, I"ll guess. Tell me if I"m wrong. You"ve been talking with Hy, and so you think she"s a wh.o.r.e. One of our guests tonight gave her that azoth. Quite a little present, plenty good
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enough for a councillor. Maybe she bragged on some of her other presents, too. Have I hit the target?"
Silk nodded guardedly, his eyes on the needier. "She"d had several . . . Visitors."
Blood chuckled. "He"s blushing, Musk. Take a look at him. Yes, Patera, I know. Only they didn"t pay, and that"s what matters to the law. They were my guests, and Hy"s one of my houseguests. So if she wants to show somebody a good time, that"s her business and mine, but none of yours. You came out here to get back your manteion, you tell me. Well, we didn"t take it away from you." Blood emphasized his point with the needier, jabbing at Silk"s face. "If we"re going to talk about what"s not legal, we"ve got to talk about what"s legal, too. And legally you never did own it. It belonged to the Chapter, according to the deed I"ve got. Isn"t that right?"
Silk nodded.
"And the city took it from the Chapter for taxes owed. Not from you, because you never had it. Back last week that was, I think. Everything was done properly, I"m sure. The Chapter was notified and so on. They didn"t tell you?
"No." Silk sighed, and forced himself to relax. "I knew that it might happen, and in fact I warned the Chapter about it. I was never informed that it had happened."
"Then they ought to tell you they"re sorry, Patera, and I hope they will. But that"s got nothing to do with Musk and me. Musk bought your manteion from the city, and there was nothing irregular about it. He was acting for me, with my money, but there"s nothing illegal about that either, it"s just a business matter between him and me. Thirteen thousand cards we paid, plus the fees. We didn"t steal anything, did we? And we haven"t hurt you-or anybody-have we?"
"It will hurt the entire quarter, several thousand poor families, if you close the manteion."
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up to the Chapter anyhow, I"d say." Blood gestured toward the welts on Silk"s chest with the needier. "You got hurt some, and n.o.body"s arguing about that. But you got banged up fighting my pet bird and jumping out a window. Hy was just defending herself widi that azoth, something she"s got every right in the whorl to do. You aren"t planning to peep about her, are you?"
"Peep?"
"Go crying to the froggies."