The name was a play on an Old Brothen word. That had to do with the dim view of service in Brothe nursed by those sentenced to represent the Emperor in the Mother City.

A majordomo met Hecht in the vast foyer, after he had been pa.s.sed on by several committees of Braunsknechts. At each layer he lost some of his lifeguard. Only Madouc was with him when the majordomo led him away for his interview with the amba.s.sador.

Then Madouc had to stop. And just hope the northerners would not start a war by doing something stupid.

Piper Hecht stepped through a doorway. And spied Ferris Renfrow at the far end of a long, narrow, richly appointed room. "Everyone is arranging meetings under false pretenses today."

Renfrow looked surprised. "Really?"

Hecht described his meeting with Rinpoche. The Empire might be interested in what Anne was thinking.

"I see what you mean," Renfrow said. "I"m not out to get you to serve the Empire"s interests. Not directly. We"re all happy as clams the way things are."

Did sarcasm lie beneath those words?

"I just wanted to deliver your invitation to the wedding of the Empress and King Jaime of Castauriga."

"Again?"

"Again. It will come off this time. Barring another Direcian crisis."

"Why?"

"Why a wedding? Or why an invitation?"

"The latter."

"I don"t know. It was the Empress"s idea. I was surprised. Another source seemed more likely."

Hecht showed nothing. He had no idea what this man knew. Or did not. Irregular letters slipped back and forth between Alten Weinberg and wherever life dragged him.

Renfrow"s cast-iron expression suggested that he knew more than he should. Possibly even some content. Though a letter that went astray would do little to compromise its sender.

Helspeth stopped taking risks with the letter delivered by the Braunsknecht who had come to beg the loan of Drago Prosek. Exile had taught her caution.

Hecht said, "You"ll have to present an invitation formally, through the Holy See. To get leave of the Patriarch. I expect to be campaigning against revenant evils in the Connec by then."

"Maybe you"ll see King Jaime when he pa.s.ses through."

"It could happen."

"Did you ever learn the truth about the child you brought home from Sonsa? The niece or daughter or whatever it was you were faking at that inn?"

"She was a clever liar. She convinced the women of the sporting house that she"d been kidnapped by Special Office types. In fact, her mother sold her to the house. Why are you here? An invitation doesn"t need the infamous Ferris Renfrow."

"Infamous?"

Flickering, an old man in brown appeared behind the Imperial spymaster. Renfrow was looking directly at Hecht when it happened. He spun around. And around again. "What was that?"

"What?"

"Behind me. Something happened. You were looking at it. Tell me."

Hecht put on his best baffled face. "What are you talking about?" And, "If this is all you want, I have real work that needs doing. This Patriarch has strong ideas about his armed forces."

Ferris Renfrow had lost interest in Piper Hecht and whatever else had led him to arrange a meeting with the Church"s leading warrior. He was off on a small, local quest, determined to unravel this sudden mystery. He mumbled, "What"s become of Osa Stile? Why haven"t I heard from him?"

Hecht did not respond. The question had not been addressed to him.

The Ninth Unknown showed himself just long enough to flash a grin and an old-fashioned thumbs-up. Renfrow spun around again.

Madouc said, "Again you"re out of an interview with an important legate earlier than I expected."

"This one was crazy."

"Based on all I"ve seen lately, sir, most of the world fits nicely into that category. Meaning us three or four normal guys maybe better get to work making sure wickedness doesn"t have its way completely."

"And you aren"t so sure about me being one of the three or four. Right?"

Madouc grinned. Hecht suspected the man was not joking.

Hecht saw t.i.tus Consent briefly before he moved on to his interview with Princ.i.p.ate Doneto, who, after an exchange of messages, had agreed to move their meeting up. But he would have to see Doneto at his city home.

"There have been two more deaths," t.i.tus whispered.

"Suicides?"

"The one in the quarter was. The other, probably not. Though it wasn"t murder."

"Tell me."

"Syphon Credulius. In the quarter."

"I don"t know the name. Who was he?"

"A recent immigrant. Came while we were on Artecipea. Supposedly from the Holy Lands. But he didn"t have the accent. He spent a lot of time nagging people for details about what happened in Sonsa. During the riots."

"Sounds like a spy."

"And a stupid one. Him killing himself made me think about what he was looking for. Which led me to a connection between most of the dead men that doesn"t rely on them having been part of a slaving ring."

Hecht"s heartbeat increased slightly. t.i.tus seemed to have found his way to the conclusion Hecht himself had reached not long ago. "And?"

"I believe they shared a common thread of knowledge. I wonder how deadly having any grasp of that knowledge might be. And I wonder who it worries so much that he has to execute anyone who might be in on the secret."

t.i.tus did seem to have worked it out. People who knew that Piper Hecht was not a fugitive from Duarnenia had been killing themselves. Only... "I don"t know who"s doing what to whom, or why, t.i.tus. I once thought I saw the same connection you"re seeing now. But a third of the dead men just won"t fit. And, I gather, there have been similar deaths overseas. A whole rash in one port once famous for its slave market. Do you want permission to dig? Go to it. Maybe Bechter can enlist a Witchfinder to help. Whatever is going on, there"s got to be sorcery involved."

t.i.tus looked puzzled. But only for a moment. "I"m more worried about Noe and my children. They"d be lost if anything happened to me. None of our relatives would take them in. Because of our conversion."

"I can"t see any reason for you to worry. But, I do admit, I don"t know what"s going on. I"ll look out for you the best I can."

t.i.tus was not rea.s.sured.

"There was another death?"

"Polo. That was your man, then Ghort"s, and got crippled in that ambush."

That startled Hecht. He let it show. "Polo? That"s sad. He was a good soul, if slow and inclined to pocket small coins and trivial bits that didn"t belong to him. What"s the story?"

"He fell down a flight of stairs. At home. No obvious signs of foul play. He"d been drinking. He"d been doing that a lot. But the Bruglioni are suspicious."

Hecht was suspicious. Polo was another someone who knew things about Piper Hecht. Possibly things he did not know he knew.

"Was this recent?"

"Day before yesterday. Paludan had him interred in the Bruglioni crypt. In the servants" area."

Hecht shuddered. "I started to go down there once. Got as far as the wine cellars and whatnot. Polo talked me out of going deeper. He said there was nothing to see but bundles of bones."

"That would be typical."

"And now I have to see Doneto. I"m not looking forward to it."

Pinkus Ghort guided Hecht into the little room where Bronte Doneto waited. It was overfurnished and overheated. Hecht had visited it once before, following the Plemenzan captivity. This was Doneto"s ultimate refuge. Here the man felt safe to be whatever he wanted. Undoubtedly, the walls included stone from the Holy Lands.

Ghort did not leave. Neither did he appear thrilled by having to stay. Hecht did not question his presence.

Doneto said, "Make yourself comfortable. Coffee will be up momentarily. Your only vice, as I understand it."

"That and, according to some, being steadfast."

"A trait highly respected in Duarnenia, I hear. A t.i.tle of high respect, Steadfast Guardian."

"Steadfast Guardian is what they call the Chief Castellan of the Grail Order. But, you"re right, it can be given as an honor, too. Generally to somebody who has slaughtered an impressively large number of savages."

"Such is the way of the... What?" Doneto sat straight up, reminding Hecht of nothing so much as a hound startled out of sleep. "Pinkus. Did you... ?"

Ghort asked, "Princ.i.p.ate?"

"Something just happened. A force stirred. But I don"t feel it now."

Hecht suspected someone in brown might have tried to enter the room. Something in the doorway had made his amulet react when he arrived.

Hecht put on his best perplexed expression and waited.

Doneto relaxed. He said, "Colonel Ghort tells me you feel we have a neutral balance of obligation between us."

"Essentially. I wakened you in the Ownvidian Knot. You got me out of captivity in Plemenza. Most would consider a life of slightly more value, but I"m content."

Doneto nodded. To himself. "And how do you feel about Princ.i.p.ate Delari?"

"I owe him a great deal, professionally."

"Indeed. And many wonder why."

"It"s worked out well for everyone. So far."

"I think Rudenes Schneidel would demur."

Hecht chuckled. "And well he ought."

"Were you aware that Muniero Delari and I were once great enemies?"

"He mentioned having had a problem with you, yes. He said it was all a misunderstanding. That you"d discovered that you were both working toward the same objective."

"Not quite true, but a good foundation for a truce. Where has he been lately? He"s been invisible since the election."

"I don"t know. I haven"t seen him. I"m supposed to take the family to his town house this evening."

The coffee arrived. The old woman who brought it was shaking.

"Hannah?" Doneto asked. "What is it?"

"A ghost, Your Grace. Or something of the Night. Right out there. Cold, Your Grace. Cold as the grave."

Doneto scowled at Hecht. "What did you bring into my house?"

"Nothing. You know I"m stone deaf to anything sorcerous."

"Except when it"s about to murder you in the mountains. So. The question would seem to be, what follows after you? The answer would interest a lot of people."

"Sir?"

"You live a charmed life, Piper Hecht. Neither Death nor the Night seem able to find you, however hard they try."

"Praise the Lord."