“I know that soldier,” Hyacinth positioned Silk’s egg cup, “and I know your Auk, too. Kypris’s kindness on both of you. You’re going to need it.”

“Auk’s all right.” Chenille winked. “You’ve got to know how to handle him.”

Silk cleared his throat. “You mentioned shooting, and that sounds very serious. Who was shot?”

“Eland. Only I’d better start at the beginning, Patera—”

He raised his hand. “One question more, before you do. Who is Eland?”

“This cull General Mint nabbed when she was down in the tunnels where me and Auk were.”

Oreb whisfied. “Bird see!”

“Yeah. Oreb, too. She had these culls, Spider and Eland, and the soldiers were watching them for her. Spider’s the fat cull, and the skinny one was Eland, only he’s dead.”

Silk’s forefinger drew small circles on his cheek. “I said I would ask only one question, but I’d like a point verified as well. When you listed those who participated in your impromptu conference, did you include Sergeant Sand?”

“That’s the pure quill, Patera. Auk brought him back, just like General Mint says Pas said he would.”

“I see. I ought to have had more faith in Pas, though at the time it appeared to me that Maytera Mint had originally had more than enough for both of us, and had been disappointed.”

“Yeah, Auk was too. He got all these culls sold on him and said Pas would come, so after the animals were used up and Pas never did, they cleared out. Except Gib. Then when you and Hy went, and Moly and Hammerstone, Gib did too. I said I’d start at the beginning. I guess I have already.”

Silk nodded. “Tell me everything, please.”

“When you and Hy went, the old man sort of followed you. Master Xiphias, only I don’t think he went home. I think he’s probably hanging around there to watch out for you. Then His Cognizance and the augur that talked to us that time in your manse left. Maybe it would be easier if I said who didn’t, who was still there.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ll try not to make it so long. Auk stuck, so I did too. We slept on the floor and didn’t do anything. Everybody from Brick Street stayed, and Patera Incus, like I said, and General Mint and the soldiers, only Sandy was dead, and those culls the soldiers were watching. I think that’s everybody.

“It was a soldier shooting that woke me up, Slate his name is. There was somebody way up in the balcony, and he’d shot Eland. Patera Incus said Pas for him. Slate saw him up there and took a shot at him, only he doesn’t think he got him. He broke a beautiful statue, is all. Auk went up there with him to look, and they brought back a great big dead cat. I thought it was Gib’s baboon at first, but it wasn’t. It was spotted, sort of like a big house cat only with a little beard and a little shon tail.”

Hyacinth said, “We brought it in the floater,” to which Tick added, “Add cot!” “I was sort of scared of it,” Hyacinth continued, “but Silk said it wouldn’t hurt us, and it didn’t.”

He put down his cup. “His name was Lion, and he belonged to Mucor. We stopped at the Calde’s Palace and let him out, thinking he would go to her; it’s only a few streets from the Grand Manteion, of course. Am I to take it that Lion was with the person who shot Eland, and that this Slate hit Lion when he tired at Eland’s murderer?”

Chenille shook her head, her raspberry curls dancing. “It wasn’t a slug gun that did for it, it was a needler. We think when it saw this cully shoot Eland it went for him and he shot it, too. Auk says he heard it before Slate shot, and a needler shooting four or five times up there. That’s what got everybody worked up, mostly. That and Pas, only nobody saw him, and Auk bringing back Sandy. Only Sandy’s kind of mixed up, on account of being dead.”

“I would like to speak to him,” Silk said. “I will, at the first opportunity. Before you proceed, did you know Eland, other than as a prisoner of Maytera Mint’s? Did you, Hyacinth?”

Both said they had not.

“Since Maytera Mint captured him, I assume he was one of our citizens who remained loyal to the Ayuntamiento. If that’s the case, he may have been shot by someone who considered that treachery; but there are a dozen other possibilities. What took place after that?”

“Did I tell you the old augur from Brick Street’s dead? He’d gone to Mainframe when I woke up, only he wasn’t shot or anything. It looked like he’d just gone to sleep.”

“When Pas came,” Silk murmured.

“I guess it could’ve been, yeah. Auk says Pas showed him that stuff about Sandy, only he doesn’t remember seeing him.”

Silk broke the corner of a slice of toast, and dipped it into his egg. “Others have been visited by gods, though they did not see them. Patera Jerboa was safeguarding a fragment of Pas — or so Hyacinth and I were told.”

Hyacinth said, “Something’s bothering you. What is it?”

Much as Sciathan was just then shrugging in response to a question from Abanja, Silk shrugged. “I was thinking that the fragment of Pas which Patera Jerboa was safeguarding may have been responsible for his long life, and that its retrieval may have been responsible in his death — not because Pas willed it, but simply because that fragment of Pas was no longer present to maintain him in life.”

Silk put the egg-soaked toast into his mouth, chewed it reflectively, and swallowed. When neither woman spoke, he said, “After that, logically enough, I began to wonder which god it is who maintains the rest of us. I believe I can guess, but we have other things to talk about. Naturally you were agitated, Chenille. No doubt all of you were.

“That’s right, and General Mint said we ought to find you and tell you, only we thought you’d come here. The sibyls from Brick Street—”

“Wait. You’re at the Calde’s Palace?”

“Right. We thought you and Hy probably came here, so we walked over, except the sibyls. They stayed to watch the old man’s body, and there’s a deadcoach supposed to come. Only you and Hy weren’t here. I went in here where this glass is because I thought the monitor would probably know where you went.”

Hyacinth exclaimed, “It couldn’t!”

“Last night Hyacinth instructed our monitor not to reveal our whereabouts to anyone,” Silk explained. He looked to her for confirmation, and she nodded vigorously.

“It didn’t, Violet told me. See, the one here couldn’t find you, so I tried to figure out where you’d go, you and Hy. You’re not going to like this, Patera.”

“I won’t be angry, I promise.”

“The first place I thought of was back to Sun Street, that little three cornered house where I waited for you. Only the monitor where the sibyls live didn’t think you were around.” Chenille hesitated, unwilling to meet Silk’s eyes. “So then I thought where could they have gone? It was still pretty early. It was about the time the market opens when we came over here.”

He said, “I can think of one other place, though I can’t imagine why you suppose I might be insulted because you thought of it as well — my rooms in the Juzgado. I slept there before we reopened the Calde’s Palace.”

Chenille shook her head again, the dance of her fiery hair wilder than ever. “I knew you wouldn’t go there, Patera. You wouldn’t want somebody bothering you like I am now, so it would be the very last place. Only I thought maybe Orchid’s, and it couldn’t hurt to try. I figured she’d be asleep, but I could ask the monitor and maybe go down there and get something at the little bakery across the street and wait for you and Hy to come out. So I tried, only Orchid was awake. You remember Violet?”

“Of course.”

“She sort of spent some time with Generalissimo Siyuf last night. Not at Orchid’s but up there at Ermine’s. Orchid was kind of lathered about that because it was Siyuf, so she got up and waited for Violet to hear how it went.”

Hyacinth put in, “And would she want somebody for tonight, maybe somebody new, and did she have any friends who might want somebody, and did you remember to tell her we’re available for private parties. I can imagine.”