CHAPTER 10

Tobias Brogan knuckled his mustache as he glanced out of the corner of his eye at Lunetta. When she returned the slightest of nods, his mouth twisted with a sour expression. His rare good mood had evaporated. The man was telling the truth, Lunetta didn't make mistakes about this kind of thing, yet Brogan knew it wasn't the truth. He knew better.

He redirected his gaze to the man standing before him on the other side of a table long enough to banquet seventy people, and willed a polite smile to his lips.

"Thank you. You have been a great help."

The man peered suspiciously at the soldiers in polished armor to each side of him. "That's all you want to know? You have me dragged all the way over here, just to ask me what everyone knows? I could have told your men if they would have asked."

Brogan forced himself to hold the smile. "I apologize for the inconvenience. You have been of service to the Creator, and to me." The smile escaped his control. "You may go."

The man didn't miss the look in Brogan's eyes. He bobbed a bow and scurried for the door.

Brogan tapped the side of his thumb on the case at his belt and glanced impatiently to Lunetta. "Are you sure?"

Lunetta, in her element, returned a serene gaze. "He be telling the truth, Lord General, as were the others." She knew her craft, filthy as it was, and when practicing it was enveloped with a confident air. It annoyed him.

He slammed a fist to the table. "It not be the truth!"

He could almost see the Keeper in her placid eyes as she watched him. "I not say it be the truth, Lord General, only that he be telling what he believes to be the truth."

Tobias harrumphed. He knew the truth of that. He hadn't spent his life hunting evil without learning some of its tricks. He knew magic. The quarry was so close he could almost smell it.

The late-afternoon sun spilled through a slit in the heavy gold drapes, splashing a glowing line of light across a gilded chair leg, the ornate royal blue flowered carpet, and up over the corner of the long, lustrous tabletop. The midday meal had long ago been put in abeyance while he pressed on, and yet he was no further along the path than when he had started. Frustration gnawed in his gut.

Galtero usually displayed a talent for bringing in witnesses who could provide proper information, but so far this lot had proved useless. He wondered what Galtero had found out; the city was in turmoil over something, and Tobias Brogan didn't like it when people were in an uproar, unless he and his men were the cause. Turmoil could be a powerful weapon, but he didn't like unknowns. Surely, Galtero must have returned long ago.

Tobias leaned back in his diamond tufted leather chair and addressed one of the crimson-caped soldiers guarding the door. "Ettore, is Galtero back yet?"

"No, Lord General."

Ettore was young, and anxious to make his mark against evil, but he was a good man: shrewd, loyal, and not afraid to be ruthless when dealing with the Keeper's own. One day he would be among the best of the baneling hunters. Tobias knuckled his aching back. "How many more witnesses do we have?"

"Two, Lord General."

He wound his hand impatiently. "Bring in the next, then."

While Ettore slipped through the door, Tobias squinted past the slash of sunlight, to his sister standing against the wall. "You were sure, Lunetta, weren't you?"

She stared as she clutched her tattered rags to herself. "Yes, Lord General."

He sighed as the door opened and the guard led in a thin woman who didn't look to be any too happy. Tobias put on his most polite smile; a wise hunter didn't let his quarry catch a glimpse of fangs.

The woman jerked her elbow from Ettore's grip. "What's this about? I was taken against my will and have been locked in a room all day. What right have you to take a person against their will!"

Tobias smiled apologetically. "There must be some misunderstanding. I am sorry. You see, we only wanted to ask a few questions of people who we judged to be reliable. Why, most of the people on the street wouldn't know up from down. You seemed an intelligent woman, that's all, and — "

She leaned over the table toward him. "And so you locked me in a room? Is that what the Blood of the Fold does to people they judge reliable? From what I hear, the Blood doesn't bother with questions, they simply act on rumor, as long as it results in a fresh grave.

Brogan could feel his cheek twitch, but he held the smile. "You hear wrong, madam. The Blood of the Fold only be interested in the truth. We serve the Creator and his will, no less than a woman of your character. Now, would you mind answering a few questions? And then we will see you safely home."

"See me home now. This is a free city. No palace has the right to drag people in to question them, not in Aydindril. I've no obligation to answer any of your questions!"

Brogan widened his smile as he forced a small shrug. "Quite right, madam. We've no right at all, and didn't mean to imply one. We are only seeking the assistance of honest, humble folk. If you would simply help us get to the bottom of a few, simple matters, you could be on your way with our heartfelt appreciation."

She scowled a moment and then rolled her bony shoulders to straighten her wool shawl. "If it will get me back home, then get on with it. What do you want to know?"

Tobias rearranged himself in his chair so as to cover a quick glance at Lunetta, to make sure she was paying attention. "You see, madam, the Midlands has been torn asunder by war since spring last, and we seek to know if the Keeper's minions have a hand in the strife now shadowing the lands, Have any of the council members spoken against the Creator?"

"They're dead."

"Yes, I've heard that, but the Blood of the Fold doesn't put stock in rumor. We must have solid evidence, such as the word of a witness."

"Last night I saw their bodies in the council chambers."

"Is that so? Well, that is powerful evidence. At last we hear the truth from an honorable person who was a witness. You see, you are already of assistance. Who killed them?"

"I didn't see the killing done."

"Did you ever hear any councilor preach against the Creator's peace?"

"They railed against the peace of the Midland alliance, and as far as I'm concerned that's the same thing, though they didn't put it in those terms. They tried to make it seem as if black were white, and white black."

Tobias lifted an eyebrow, trying to act interested. "Those who serve the Keeper use such tactics: trying to make you think doing evil be right." He lifted his hand in a vague gesture. "Was there any land in particular that wished to break the peace of the alliance?"

The woman stood with her back straight and stiff as she looked down her nose at him. "They all, including yours, seemed equally ready to cast the world into slavery under the Imperial Order."

"Slavery? I have heard that the Imperial Order seeks only to unite the lands and bring man to his rightful place in the world, under the guidance of the Creator."

"Then you heard wrong. They seek only to hear whatever lie suits their purpose, and their purpose is conquest and domination."

"I've not heard that side of it. This be valuable news." He leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over the other, and folded his hands in his lap. "And while all this plotting and insurrection was taking place in the council chambers, where was the Mother Confessor?"

She faltered for an instant. "Away on Confessor business."

"I see. But she did return?"

"Yes."

"And when she came back, did she try to stop this insurrection? Did she try to hold the Midlands together?"

The woman's eyes narrowed. "Of course she did, and you know what they did to her for it. Don't pretend you don't."