I knew Tam wasn’t a loyalist when it came to King Sathrik Mal’Salin. I also knew there were many in the Goblin District who shared Tam’s political leanings. And with the king and his Khrynsani in town, it was healthier to keep those leanings to yourself. The politics of Tam the business owner was that if it was good for business, he was in favor of it. I couldn’t see the Khrynsani being good for anyone’s business, except possibly an assassin or an undertaker. I wasn’t so sure about the politics of a primaru and former member of the Mal’Salin family, but I did know I trusted him enough to ask.
I crossed Heron Row a block down from Tam’s place and stopped. Sirens was closed during the day, but apparently that didn’t stop Tam from having visitors.
This wasn’t just any visitor. I knew this lady. Or at least knew of her.
Primari A’Zahra Nuru had a direct connection to, and the ear of, the Mal’Salin family.
The primari, or shamaness of the royal blood, had taught the goblin queen mother, as well as the late queen. She had also been Tam’s teacher and mentor. When Sathrik, the queen’s eldest son, took the throne after his mother’s sudden death, he encouraged Primari Nuru to retire. He provided her with a modest house and annual income in Mermeia, far removed from the goblin court. It seemed the new king didn’t want his dead mother’s tutor underfoot. Hardly unexpected considering A’Zahra Nuru’s rumored abilities and Sathrik’s recent activities, most notably the questionable circumstances of his mother’s death.
Primari A’Zahra Nuru was hardly retired. According to Markus, she was Prince Chigaru Mal’Salin’s most trusted advisor. And now here she was visiting Tam. Chigaru’s retainers had taken on King Sathrik’s Khrynsani guards in Nigel’s garden last night. A’Zahra Nuru drops in on her former student this morning. The odds were against a coincidence. If I wanted answers, it looked like I had come to the right place.
The diminutive goblin wore a simple gown of pale mauve silk, and her silvery white hair was elaborately styled and held in place with tiny, jeweled pins. More pale gems glittered on the lobes of her upswept ears. As with Tarsilia, the years had been kind to A’Zahra Nuru. Her pale gray skin was still smooth over high cheekbones and fine features.
The primari must have wanted to see Tam very badly to be out on a bright, sunny morning. Goblins were mainly nocturnal, by preference bordering on necessity. They could be out during the day, but their dark eyes were painfully sensitive to sunlight, and most chose to just remain inside. Shops and businesses in the Goblin District were open during the day, but kept extended hours in the evening for the convenience and comfort of their clientele. During the day, the windows were kept shuttered and the interiors dimly lit. Any human or elven customers had to make do the best they could. If goblins ventured out during the day, they wore dark-lensed spectacles. A’Zahra Nuru wore a stylish pair of these perched on the bridge of her patrician nose.
The amulet tingled in the center of my chest, and I had the sensation that someone had just woken up from a long nap. It knew something I didn’t, and I suspected the goblin primari had everything to do with it. She hadn’t hesitated in her progress down Heron Row, but I knew that she had sensed me, the amulet, or both. My hand instinctively went to the disk, and I pulled farther back into the shadows of a side street. What she was using weren’t shields. It was a searching spell, completely silent and more complex than anything I could have attempted, let alone pulled off. It spread toward me like surface ripples on a pool.
Sensing something that subtle was another first for me.
I didn’t try to stop it. I knew better. A block or deflection would have announced my presence like slamming a door in Nuru’s patrician face. My stomach fluttered as the spell flowed through me. The primari hesitated a fraction of a second, then continued on her way. I continued breathing again. The amulet was proving to be as good a watchdog as it was a nuisance. But just because it growled at strangers didn’t mean I was going to trust it with my own neck.
I waited until the primari was well down Heron Row before crossing the street to Sirens’ front door.
Tam’s bouncers weren’t on duty, but Tam’s wards certainly were. And they were at full power. Tam’s wards at half-strength were something to behold, full power would take care of anything short of a magical tidal wave. It looked like a certain goblin primaru was feeling a little insecure this morning, and I was willing to bet that insecurity started last night and intensified with his mentor’s visit this morning.
I knocked, even though I was sure Tam’s wards had already announced me. After a few moments, a small section of the door slid open, just large enough for the pair of amber eyes that looked out. I recognized the eyes and the elf they belonged to. Lorcan Karst, Tam’s floor manager. I heard the sound of locks being unfastened and wards being shifted. The door opened.
Lorcan was tall and lithe, and like most elves, deceptively slim and much stronger than he looked. Lorcan in particular was more dangerous in other ways than most realized. Rarely did anything happen that he couldn’t control—one way or another.
“Mistress Benares, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?”
He didn’t look surprised to see me—pleasantly or otherwise.
“Is your boss in?” I asked.
“He is.”
“If he’s not too busy, I need to speak with him.” I paused. “And if he’s busy, I’m willing to wait.”
Lorcan stepped aside and ushered me into the dimly lit interior. “I will ask. May I have Kell get you anything from the bar while you wait?”
The barkeep looked up from his work and waved in greeting. I smiled back.
“Nothing, thanks,” I told Lorcan. “Morning, Kell,” I called across the empty dance floor.
The big goblin continued to put away glasses. “It’s been too long. Where have you been keeping yourself?”
“Here and there. The usual.”
I paused to let my eyes adjust to the dim lighting. Many of Tam’s employees were also goblins, and Tam wanted his people to be comfortable. I had been here often enough to know where everything was, but I wasn’t in the mood to trip over a wayward chair. To my left, next to the long, sleek bar, was an area with only a pair of elaborately carved doors behind a small desk. Tom had commissioned the doors from a local artist. I had looked closely at the panels. Once. I don’t blush easily, but suffice it to say what the carvings look like from across the room are entirely different from what they really are. Behind those doors, and up a flight of stairs was the most exclusive gambling parlor in Mermeia.
Gambling wasn’t illegal in Mermeia, but exploiting certain magical advantages was. Combining gambling and sorcerers was either a very good or a very bad idea—depending on which side of the table you were on. For sheer profitability, a fancy Conclave education had nothing on what a moderately talented sorcerer could learn and earn in an upscale Mermeian gambling parlor. Nudging a pair of rolling dice, manipulating a deck, compelling your fellow players to study the insides of their eyelids while you did a little reconstructive work on the game board. The possibilities were nearly endless. Tam ran a legitimate establishment, or at least that’s what the city watch believed. I didn’t buy it for a minute.
Lorcan escorted me to my favorite booth against the back wall. I knew the way, but the elf was a gentleman and a good manager, so I let him do his job.
“I will let Primaru Nathrach know you are here,” he said.
I nodded. Tam already knew I was here, but I was willing to let protocol take its course.
Lorcan vanished behind a discreet set of velvet drapes concealing the narrow hallway leading to Tam’s private office, and Kell had disappeared into the back room, so I made myself at home. Other booths in Tam’s place were better for being seen, but this booth was better for seeing—and leaving. Even in Sirens’ relatively safe surroundings, having access to the back door, and to the alley and canal beyond was occasionally useful. Tam liked keeping behavior in his place as civilized as possible. An occasional discreet vanishing act on my part did wonders for sustaining our friendship.