"I heard them arguing a while back. It got pretty hot. Something about Doneto trying to sabotage Sublime."
Ghort looked like someone had slapped him with a board. "That"s nuts."
"Maybe I heard wrong."
"You must have. Look. I"m gonna have those guys cover Anna"s place. What I want to tell them... Here"s the thing. I"ve got to let a bunch more guys go come the end of the month. They"ll be a lot happier if they can get on with you than if they"ve got to wait for a spot to come up with the militia."
"Sounds like I"m hiring, want to or not. Fine. Tell them. But they need to look out for all these houses, not just Anna"s."
Anna rushed off to bark at a teamster for not being careful enough with her furniture.
Hecht looked for the blond woman and Osa Stile. He did not see her but Osa was in tripping range, eavesdropping. Unabashedly.
Ghort noticed him, too. "Isn"t that... ?" He backed away, holding Hecht"s arm, then turned his back to Stile. "I just twenty minutes ago heard from Bo. He"s got a report for you."
"Really? I"d about given up, it"s been so long."
"He had a rough, slow go of it. What do you want him to do?"
"He can come to the town house. I"ll stay there till Anna and the kids get settled."
"And then?"
"Then it"s likely we"ll get to take a trip to the Connec."
"G.o.d help us all."
"I don"t think anyone else can."
Darkness was near. Princ.i.p.ate Delari"s staff-all three-helped the teamsters carry things into the house, without enthusiasm. Piper Hecht stood halfway between the wagons and the doorway, not watching the teamsters so much as the surrounding night. He never, never trusted the night.
There were people out there who wanted to kill him. There was the malice of the night itself.
He scratched his left wrist. There was some faint sorcery going on somewhere close by. Maybe inside the town house. The Princ.i.p.ate might be in there.
Scratching, he reflected that there had been no warning before the firepowder cart exploded. Again, the attack had been straightforward.
Because the mastermind knew he would be forewarned about any sorcery?
Probably not. Somebody was using the tools at hand.
Somebody kept failing. But the sad fact was, somebody only had to get it right once.
The blond woman joined him. She said nothing immediately. He told her, "We"ll do our best not to inconvenience you."
She grunted like a man. "I won"t be the best housemate. I don"t know how. I live like a hermit. I seldom leave. The only people I see are Turking and Felske. And Mrs. Creedon. And Grandfather, when he comes around."
Her voice lacked animation. That chilled Hecht. "Turking and Felske?"
"The servants. They"re married. Mrs. Creedon cooks and does what she can to help the other two. She"s a widow."
"You were here first. You set the rules. Within reason. I don"t want the children sleeping in the garden."
The woman weakly laughed. "I"m not used to the little beasts but I think I can cope."
"They"re calm for their age."
"Your woman, though. She doesn"t like me."
"She feels threatened. I don"t know why."
"Does she enjoy coffee?"
"I couldn"t say. We haven"t shared any since we"ve been together."
"I"ll go brew some." Little smile. "It"s one thing I do well." She strode away, forcefully while slightly bent, as though expecting a blow. She was focused and alive, suddenly. Hecht wondered what her story was.
Anna materialized. Hecht was startled, noting how short she was, compared to the other woman. She was much bigger in his mind. "What was that all about?"
"Trying to work out how to get along. I gather she isn"t used to people. Especially kids. But she wants to get along. Because the Princ.i.p.ate wants it."
"And he"s her free ride."
"Ours, too, right now."
Anna did not respond but seemed determined to be sour.
"You have a problem with her? Do you know her from somewhere?"
"Never saw her before t.i.tus"s conversion. And I can"t explain why she bothers me. She just does."
"Know something? She bothers me, too. And I don"t know why, either. But I don"t feel threatened."
The last wagon pulled away. Anna said, "I"ll make the best of it. We probably ought to go inside."
"I"m waiting for somebody."
"They can knock."
The blonde"s coffee improved Anna"s att.i.tude dramatically. "Oh. I haven"t had coffee since my wedding. I"d forgotten how wonderful it is."
The blonde said, "It"s useful, having a grandfather who belongs to the Collegium." Which startled Hecht.
That sounded like an attempt at a joke.
Turking appeared. "There is a person to see you, Captain-General." Someone he disapproved.
"Where?"
"At the door."
Hecht turned to the woman. "This will be business. A spy. Where can I interview him without disturbing the household?"
"The room where you spoke to Grandfather before. That"s what it"s for."
Hecht left the women chatting.
BO BlOGNA WAS SKITTISH. He KEPT LOOKING INTO CORners. He wouldn"t sit in one of the rude chairs. He prowled incessantly.
"What the h.e.l.l, Bo? What"s got you like this?" Biogna was cool, irreverent, and sarcastic, normally. "What did you find out?"
"The guy in brown... I don"t know... I couldn"t... He may be a ghost. He pops up and disappears like one. n.o.body knows who he is. But..."
Hecht pressed. "Why does that make you so nervous right now?"
"I did track him down, Pipe. I"m good enough to track a ghost to his lair. Given time."
"And?"
"This is where he lives, Pipe."
Hecht started. He began looking into corners himself. "You"re sure?"
"Yeah. And you"re looking for ghosts now, too."
"I am." Because he believed Hugo Mongoz. The man in brown was Cloven Februaren. The Ninth Unknown. Princ.i.p.ate Delari"s predecessor, who should have been dead a long time ago. And who might be, but who continued to walk the earth, even in daylight.
He suffered an instant of panic. Felt the walls closing in. Felt the stress of his position, which he did not ordinarily. Much. Mostly he was who he was believed to be, doing the best he could. Piper Hecht was everything Sublime V could demand in a Captain-General, except mindlessly pa.s.sionate about his princ.i.p.al"s ambitions.
"You know t.i.tus Consent?"
"The Deve who converted? I know who he is. The spy guy. He lives over where your woman does."
"How do you know that?"
"I seen him when I was tracking the brown ghost. Who"s always watching you when I catch up with him."
Hecht put more effort into studying empty corners. There might be a wholly unexpected reason for the tingle in his wrist. "See Consent. Go to his house. I"ll give you a note. Tell him to write your story down. Every detail. But not to share it with anyone but me."
"All right." Biogna sounded puzzled.
"You need to get out of here. We"ll talk somewhere else." Hecht had hoped to ask Biogna about his visit to Viscesment, though that was old news.
Biogna said, "You don"t need to convince me." He had not stopped prowling.
Hecht scribbled a note, then saw Biogna to the street. "I appreciate what you did, Bo. I"ll see you"re repaid."
"Find me a job. The City Regiment won"t last out the summer."
"Goes without saying. See how you get along with t.i.tus Consent. There"s a good chance he can use you."
"What"s the matter?" Anna asked, deep in the night.
"Can"t sleep."
"Really? Just because somebody tried to kill you today?" It was not that. To his surprise. That he had put out of mind. Instead, he was obsessing about the man in brown.
"Not really. I put that aside once the threat went away. You live to. Or you can"t function."
"Must you? Function? We could..." She fell silent. K nowing that asking was a waste of time. Instead, she distracted him as only a woman could.
He had no trouble falling asleep afterward.
Hecht left the town house early. Six armed hors.e.m.e.n awaited him. With an extra animal. All six were men he knew. Men who could be trusted.
He did not argue. The choice was no longer his. He was too valuable an a.s.set.
He might never be alone again. His whole life might have to be structured to fit the convenience of bodyguards.
He spent six hours at the Castella dollas Pontellas. The development of the militias of the Patriarchal Estates was going well, except in the area of armaments acquisition. There had been no official word from Krois, yet, but his staff were all confident that orders would not be delayed much longer. Action would be taken to tame the Connec.
Sublime felt free to move. He no longer dreaded what the Empire would do if he turned his back. Empress Katrin had chosen to support the Brothen Patriarchy. In defiance of tradition, the Electors, and the Imperial n.o.bility.
Hecht said, "Gentlemen, I congratulate myself on my ability to pick good men." The jest came out sounding pompous. "I mean, I"m just plain thrilled by the job you"re all doing. And doing so fast."
Colonel Smolens asked, "This your way of sneaking up on you going to leave us to our own devices again?" He wore a big smile. Hecht had grown to like the man.
"That, too. For a while. I have to see Princ.i.p.ate Delari. But I wanted you all to know that I see the long hours paying off. We just might be able to do some of the things we"re likely to be asked to do. So. Carry on."
t.i.tus Consent caught Hecht as he was about to leave. He carried a courier pouch. "I didn"t get much sleep last night. Noe is ready to put a curse on you. Despite your misfortune."
The man did look drained.