The half-elf had antic.i.p.ated that response, and the faint gleam in Hasheth"s eyes confirmed her suspicions. Without doubt, he had an immunity to whatever poison he"d slipped into the coffee. It was one of the less common and more subtle tricks of a skilled a.s.sa.s.sin"s repertoire.

"I would not dishonor you with such a task," Arilyn said with grave formality. "Actually, I"d thought of feeding the coffee to your horse."

Hasheth"s smug expression melted into the slack frustration of defeat, and he pounded the ground with balled fists. "Why?" he blurted out. "Why have the G.o.ds sent you to torment me!"

The half-elf waited until the boy"s rage was spent. "Why would your masters want you dead, Hasheth?"

"Apart from the obvious reasons, of course," Danilo added.

Hasheth turned furious eyes on his captors. "Can you not hear? My masters decreed that you must die, elfwoman. Then I can advance to the next sash level."

"Let"s step into reality for a moment, shall we?" Danilo drawled. "Our home is many days to the north. Didn"t it occur to you that an a.s.sa.s.sin whose reputation had traveled so far might prove a bit of a handful to someone your age?

Besides, the lady doesn"t wear a sash." The dandy"s eyes swept over Arilyn"s plain traveling clothes: trousers, shirt, and a long, dark cloak. "Or any other ornament, for that matter," he added in an aggrieved tone.

Before the young man could respond, Arilyn broke in. "How old do you think I am?"

Hasheth blinked, clearly puzzled by her question. His eyes traveled over her delicate features, curly raven hair, and slender form. "Three-and-twenty rains," he guessed.

Arilyn shook her head. "Try three-and-forty."

"It is not possible," Hasheth protested, his brow furrowed in disbelief. "You are young and most beautiful."

She brushed back her thick curls to display pointed ears, faintly tinged with blue at the tips. "I"m a half-elf, remember? I"ll probably outlive your grandchildren. When I started sword training, your mother was no doubt an infant How old was she when she came to your father"s harem?"

"Fourteen," he answered absently.

"For as many years as you and your mother have lived, I"ve been a hired warrior. I fought for the Alliance in the war against the Tuigan barbarians. I"ve earned a place of honor among the Harpers. Knowing all this, do you still think you were sent to fight an equal?"

Arilyn softened her harsh words with a smile. "In a few years, this may change. You have much talent, Hasheth, and one day we may well meet on an even field. But that day has not yet come." She paused, and her expression hardened. "No one uses me or my sword against my will. I don"t intend to be the instrument of your death, despite your masters" best-laid plans."

"You lie," Hasheth said, but his face betrayed a touch of uncertainty.

"Someone wants you dead," Arilyn repeated softly. "That"s easy enough to prove. Since / won"t take the job, it will go to another."

Hasheth stared at her for a long moment. "I will think about your words."

The three travelers turned their attention to Danilo"s fragrant stew. Hasheth scorned the offer of a spoon, instead using pieces of flat, hard travel bread to scoop up bits of fish and mushrooms. The lad ate hungrily, but with a nimble delicacy that struck Danilo as oddly familiar. He resolved to mention his suspicious to Arilyn as soon they could speak privately.

After their meal, at Danilo"s insistence, Arilyn tied a length of rope around Hasheth"s ankle and secured the end to her own saddle. The boy submitted to the indignity calmly, and not until they left the forest behind them did he speak to her again.

"I have heard of the Harpers," Hasheth stated casually, but his tone clearly implied that he had heard nothing good. He wheeled his horse aside and placed as much distance between himself and his captors as the tether rope allowed.

Danilo reined his horse close to the half-elf"s mare. "For his next act, His Majesty will no doubt stick out his tongue."

Arilyn grinned. "Ease off, Dan. He"s just a boy."

"Is he?" Danilo asked pointedly. "He appears to be a good deal more than your average soph.o.m.ore a.s.sa.s.sin."

"Oh? How so?"

"n.o.blemen in Tethyr seldom use forks or spoons. It"s supposed to be uncouth. Another of the pasha"s notions about northern barbarities, I believe. Then there"s the matter of that horse," Danilo pointed out. "I"m a excellent judge of horseflesh, and I can a.s.sure that only the very wealthy could afford such a mount. And have you noticed the boy"s ring?"

"I was wondering when you"d get around to that ring," Arilyn murmured. "So Hasheth has money."

"And another thing. He"s clearly both n.o.ble and wealthy, but he disdains such things in others. He positively despises what he sees in me-"

"For that he needs a reason?"

Danilo reached over and took Arilyn"s chin between his fingers, turning her face to his. "You"re enjoying this far too much," he said dryly.

"Get used to Hasheth, Dan," she said as she eased her horse away. "He"s our contact at Pasha Balik"s court."

Danilo squinted at the sun, which had crested the top of the Starspire Mountains. Already it glared at them like an angry red eye. "My dear, I"m afraid this desert heat is addling you."

"Why? You"ve concluded that Hasheth is n.o.ble. He names Zazesspur as his home, but his face is that of a Calis.h.i.te. Pasha Balik"s palace is in Zazesspur. The pasha is a native of Tethyr, but he"s known to stock his harem with the women of the South. Hasheth admitted to being born in a harem. Does his dislike of northerners remind you of someone?"

"All right, it"s possible that he"s the pasha"s son," Danilo conceded. "Possible. We can"t be sure."

"We could ask him."

"I like it," Danilo mused. "Simple, direct. The youngster likes to talk, so it just might work." He cupped his hands to his mouth and called out, "Tell me, Hasheth, how does Pasha Balik feel about having an a.s.sa.s.sin in the family?"

"Your father would disown you sooner than mine would me," the boy responded curtly. "Better an a.s.sa.s.sin than a fool."

Arilyn chuckled. "That answer your question?"

"It"ll do," Dan said flatly. "You win. But what makes you think that Hasheth will work with us?"

"He will if we can convince him his life is in danger."

The n.o.bleman"s face suffused with unholy glee. "I can think of several ways to accomplish that feat."

"Don"t bother. The second a.s.sa.s.sin will strike soon. He has to, if they plan to blame Hasheth"s death on a northern barbarian."

"Ah." Danilo drew in a long breath. "I think I"ve got it. Hasheth"s masters send him after you, fully expecting you to kill him. It was a chance to be rid of him and remain guiltless. And knowing how Pasha Balik feels about "northern barbarians," they"re probably expecting Hasheth"s death to put the old boy right over the edge."

"That"s my guess," Arilyn agreed. "His son"s death might prompt Balik to limit trade with the North-making the people of Tethyr turn against him. The way would be clear for the guild alliance to make its move."

"Devious," the n.o.bleman muttered. "And the other a.s.sa.s.sin-the one who"s been following us since Imnescar- was supposed to make certain you and Hasheth met up, I suppose."

"Probably. If I don"t kill Hasheth, he will. You can bet I"ll still be blamed, though."

Danilo was silent for a long moment "So what do we do now?"

"We keep Hasheth alive," Arilyn said in a grim voice.

As the three travelers rode deeper into the pa.s.s, the day grew oppressively hot and the landscape more barren and forbidding. Heat rose in wavering lines from the sand and from the scattered cl.u.s.ters of rock. The only signs of life were the colonies of lizards sunning themselves on rocky ledges. The creatures seemed to be everywhere, and Danilo marveled that anything could enjoy the punishing heat.

"Look at that large rock formation," the half-elf said quietly. The pa.s.s narrowed up ahead, with a flat ledge to the left side of the trail and a huge, jagged pile of boulders blocking escape to the right.

"Is our a.s.sa.s.sin lying in wait there?" the n.o.bleman asked.

"Could you choose a better place?" Arilyn asked. "Once I move, you keep an eye on Hasheth."

They rode until they were almost level with the rock. Suddenly Arilyn threw herself from her horse, tugging violently at the line that bound their young captive. Caught unaware, Hasheth fell heavily to the rocky ground.

Arilyn was back up in a heartbeat, moonblade in hand, rushing toward something Danilo had yet to see. A tall, dark-bearded man sprang up from behind the rocks, a pair of scimitars flashing in the sunlight. Danilo noted that the attacker"s dark, close-fitting attire was identical to the garments worn by Hasheth.

For his part, the pasha"s son staggered painfully to his feet. As he watched the battle raging before him, fierce joy filled his heart. The accursed woman would die, and at the hands of a brother a.s.sa.s.sin! Hasheth"s eyes narrowed at that thought, and he stooped to pick up a shard of stone, wedge-shaped and sharp. Perhaps this was a G.o.ds-granted chance to fulfill the duty a.s.signed him....

"I wouldn"t recommend it," said a voice edged with steel. An equally sharp blade bit into the base of Hasheth"s neck. "Turn around slowly."

Hasheth did as he was bid, silently cursing himself for being bested by the barbarian peac.o.c.k. He"d forgotten about Danilo, so accustomed had he become to ignoring the fool.

"Look over at the rock ledge," the northerner ordered, lowering his blade until it was level with the young man"s heart. "It could change your outlook considerably."

Puzzled, Hasheth looked-and recoiled from the sight before him. All but one of the sun-loving lizards had fled in fright. The lone remaining creature writhed and twisted, impaled by a slender, familiar knife. The blade flashed in the bright sunlight as the lizard flopped about. As the young man gaped, the creature was seized by a final, convulsive shudder. Only moments before, Hasheth had been directly between the dead reptile and the former hiding place of his "brother a.s.sa.s.sin."

"Arilyn cut that a bit close, wouldn"t you say?" Danilo observed in his irritating drawl.

"The elfwoman spoke the truth," Hasheth said softly. He turned and met Danilo Thann"s eyes squarely. "Return my knife," he commanded. "She saved my life. Now I would come to her aid."

The n.o.bleman chuckled and lowered his sword. "Not if you value your skin, you won"t." He motioned toward the ledge. "Have a seat. This shouldn"t take long."

"But-"

"If she gets into trouble, we"ll help. Agreed?"

Absorbed in the battle before him, Hasheth could only nod. He clambered onto the rock, barely registering the dead lizard beside him, or the northerner"s comic grimaces as he fastidiously removed the creature.

Arilyn Moonblade fought like no other Hasheth had seen. She held her ancient sword with both hands, yet her strike was as quick as a desert snake. Easily she engaged both of the Calis.h.i.te"s flashing scimitars. Within moments the man fell backward, clutching at his slashed throat.

The half-elf stooped and cleaned her sword in the sand. Like one asleep, Hasheth slid from the rocky ledge and drifted forward, his eyes fixed in horrified fascination on the dead man.

Danilo came to stand beside Arilyn. "If ever I had doubts about your a.s.sessment of Hasheth, one look at his face now would dispel them. I"d wager my entire gem collection that the boy had never seen death close at hand-until now, that is."

"He"s lived a sheltered life," Arilyn responded softly. "Few men die in a harem."

"And those who do, die happy," the young mage murmured.

Oblivious to the Harpers" conversation, Hasheth dropped to his knees beside the body. His hands reached toward the man"s outer shirt, hesitated, then parted the dark folds. A quilted sash of pale silver silk girded the dead man"s under-tunic. Hasheth looked up at Arilyn.

"This man wore a shadow sash," he whispered, "and you killed him with ease."

The half-elf pushed a handful of black curls off her damp forehead and shrugged. "He was better at stealth than at honest combat."

"Even so, the gray sash marks its wearer as an a.s.sa.s.sin of the highest rank and skill," the lad said quietly, never taking his eyes from the corpse.

"Oh-oh," Danilo murmured, suddenly realizing what was coming.

Hasheth drew in a steadying breath and quickly unknot-ted the sash, tugging it free of the dead man"s body. He rose and presented it to Arilyn with grave formality. "This belt and rank are now yours."

Arilyn eyed the proffered sash and swallowed hard. "What am I supposed to do with it?"

"Wear it with pride," Hasheth responded earnestly. "The sash will bring you much respect in these lands, and many offers from men of wealth and power. The shadow sash also grants you entrance into the a.s.sa.s.sins Guild, and even a position in the ruling body of the School of Stealth, should you desire it."

Arilyn"s shoulders sagged. For much of her life, the half-elf had struggled to be known as something other than an a.s.sa.s.sin. Ironically, she had just earned a badge that proclaimed her false ident.i.ty anew.

"Two guilds," Danilo said softly. "Between the a.s.sa.s.sins Guild and the Wine Merchants Guild, we could surely get the information we need."

Arilyn cast a rueful glance into Danilo"s sympathetic face and gave a curt nod of agreement. She gingerly plucked the sash from Hasheth"s outstretched hands and tied it quickly around her waist.

"I was not ready to listen to your words," Hasheth said, an apology in his tones. "Will you now tell me what brings the Harpers to our lands?"

"We would like Pasha Balik to remain in power," Danilo began.

The young man smiled. "Already you have my interest. That is my wish as well."

Hasheth listened politely as Danilo spoke, but the boy"s face darkened with shock and outrage as the mage related the guilds" plot against the pasha. He sat in silence for many moments after the story had ended.

"What"s wrong, Hasheth?" Arilyn prodded.

The young man shifted uneasily. "Clearly I must withdraw from the School of Stealth if I wish to stay alive, but doing so would be regarded as a failure. The guild would not hesitate to spread false tales of my cowardice, which would bring great dishonor to me and to my father. This is more than a matter of pride," Hasheth added quietly. "I wish to aid my father, but will he regard the words of a man without honor?"

"You might be able to leave the School of Stealth without dishonor," Danilo said thoughtfully.

"I do not see how," the boy replied, his face glum.

The n.o.bleman grinned. "Barter much, Hasheth?"

"That is generally a task for merchants and servants, but I am familiar with its principles. One begins by suggesting an impossibly high price, which is countered by a equally absurd low figure. Eventually both parties settle somewhere in the middle."

"Precisely," Danilo said. "This is what you do: You and a servant will take this man"s body to the a.s.sa.s.sins" guildhall. If I understand the rules, his death earns not only the sash rank, but guild membership and a position at the School of Stealth. Demand all three. That"s the high bid."

"But I did not kill him," Hasheth protested.

"This is barter, remember? What place does honesty have in making a bargain?"

A touch of humor lit the boy"s eyes. "Go on."

"The guildmasters will counter with a low bid, perhaps offer to pay you this man"s bloodprice. You merely sneer and toy with that priceless scarab of yours," Danilo suggested, casting a covetous glance at the boy"s ring. "Then, after a suitable pause, you suggest that you might be willing to give up the position at the School of Stealth."

"The guildmasters won"t be satisfied with that," Hasheth protested. "It is true that they will not willingly make a man of my years a master a.s.sa.s.sin, but if they indeed plot against my father, they cannot allow me into the guild."

"Exactly," Danilo said patiently. "Guild membership is the main issue, and most of their attention will be focused on it. When they release you from your commitment to the School of Stealth, they"ll be thinking of you in terms of a potential master a.s.sa.s.sin, not a failed student."

"Go on," urged Hasheth, a crafty smile lifting the corners of his mouth.