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"Finding that woman of De
"Nope. I told him I'd go over De
"You're going to do it. How much did he offer you to find her?"
I put my best blank cardplaying face and stared into the starved ice marbles of her eyes. I don't believe that stuff about windows of the soul. I've seen too many lying eyes. But beyond hers lay nothing but shatter-sharp flint and frosty iron.
"I'll give you twenty percent if you don't find her. Twenty-five if you find her dead."
Blank-faced, I started on my breakfast. There was ham and sausage, too. The tea was so good I drained half the pot before I touched anything else.
"I could be very generous," she said, turning sideways, posing to show what she had.
She had the equipment. All of it, and plenty of it. A prime little package, but a package filled with rot. "De
Some better than others, I thought. "I make a point of trying not to be cruel to people, Rose. The best I can do here is speak plain and say I'm not interested."
She took rejection well. She ignored it. "I'm going with you, you know."
"With me? Where?"
"To the Cantard."
"I've got a flash for you, lady. I'm not doing any dirty work for you, and you aren't crossing the street with me. I do thank you for bringing breakfast. I need it, and appreciate it. Now go away and let me see if there's any reason I should be fool enough to get into this at all."
"I'm a stubborn woman, Garrett. I usually get what I want. If you won't help me, you'd better walk away from the whole thing. People who get in my way get hurt."
"Unless you're out of here by the time I finish this cup of tea you're going over my knee and getting what your old man should have given you while you were still young enough to have some sense pounded into you."
She retreated to the stairway. "I'll claim you raped me."
I gri
She started upstairs. End of that game.
I went back and dug the dark package from the shadow between two floor joists anchored on the outside foundation. It was not hidden. Every space along that wall was stuffed. But the wrapping of this bundle was a cavalry saddle blanket. De
I dropped my seabag into the harbor as I strutted down the gangway the day I mustered out. Tells you how thrilled I was with the life of a Royal Marine.
The bundle contained a stack of military maps of the Cantard, most ours, a few Venageti. Both kinds are dangerous to have. You could get arrested for spying. The people who ask questions for the court don't stop till you confess.
With the maps were overlays of skin scraped transparently thin and several slim, expensive, bound journals.
I took the lot to De
Each of the overlays examined a critical battle of the past six years. The names of captains, commanders, and outfits were noted. One journal examined each battle commander by commander and unit by unit.
What the hell? De
Reading gave me a glimmer, though. For instance, the table of royal officers:
1: Count Agar: Impulsive. Overly aggressive. Prone to act on inadequate intelligence.
9: Margrave Leon: Timid. Wants sure thing before offering battle. Easily rattled during engagement.
14: Viscount Noah: Vacillator. Excessively ferocious when engaged. A spendthrift of men and material.
22: Glory Mooncalled: Best all-around commander under Karentine colors. Excellent tactician. Able to train slowest and most uninspired men. Handicapped by low birth, mercenary status, and role in Seigod Mutiny while serving Venageti side. Weakness is a consuming hatred of Venageti warlords.
There was a Venageti list, too, and an analysis of potential matches and mismatches. If you were in the business of shuffling gold and silver, it would be handy to know who would control the silver mines a few months down the road. De
I smelted an old dead carp, though. De
De
Note from V: An agent of Stormlord Atto inquired the cost of 50 pd silver. First tremor of preparation for new offensive?
Z reported verbally: Harrow made port with 200 pd silver in ballast. Must sell before Mooncalled takes Freemantle.
Harrow southbound with 1000 pd granulated inside hollowed ballast billets. Biggest deal yet. Pray for fair weather.
Letter from K. Warlord Ironlock, 20,000 men, 3 firelords of the Eastern Circle, Third Rite, ordered to Lare. Attack through the Bled? Viscount Blush defending. Buy coined silver.
V, Z, and several others could be the cavalry cronies De
I turned to the heir and lover's letters last, about the time a cousin dropped in to ask what 1 wanted for lunch.
"Whatever the rest of you are having. With a quart of beer. And tell old man Tate I need him."
That was when I started the letters. That's when the guy in the cheap seats decided I was going back to the Cantard. The rest of me fought the valiant fight for a long time.
5
"You look like you saw a ghost," Tate said.
I looked up from the letter I'd been staring at for five minutes. "What? Oh. Yeah. Almost. Mr. Tate, you told me it was honest money."
He did not say anything. He had suspected it was something shady.
"You had any unusual visitors? Sudden old friends of De
"No."
"You will. Soon. There's too much here for them to let it go. Be careful."
"What do you mean?"
It seemed an honest question. So maybe he did not know the world well enough to read what De
He did not believe me.
"Doesn't matter what either of us thinks. The point is, so far I'm interested enough to keep on. I'll need that thousand. There are going to be heavy expenses from the start. And a box. I need a big box."
"I'll have Lester bring the money from the office. Why do you want a box?"
"To pack all this stuff."
"No."
"Say what?"
"You're not taking it out of here."
"I'm taking it or I'm taking me away. You want me to do a job, you let me do it. My way."
"Mr. Garrett... "
"Pop, you're paying for results, not the right to mess with me. Get me a box, then go pound nails in a shoe. I don't have time for whining and games."
He hadn't recovered from what I had said about De
The fu
Strange how you can manipulate yourself when somebody outside can't.
I leaned back and watched dust fall from the underflooring as a pair of sneaky feet stole after Tate.
I was still that way when the cousin brought lunch and beer. I was busy inhaling that when Uncle Lester appeared with a fat moneybag and a big wicker chest. I finished my beer in one long draft, belched against the back of my wrist, asked, "What do you think about all this, Uncle Lester?"