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The guard glanced into the purse, nodded, and waved her through. And so they entered the city where Leesil grew up.
Magiere wanted to take his hand but let him be for now. In the last few nights he'd barely touched her as they fell asleep. His thoughts were lost somewhere here in his past. She could follow him to this place, but she couldn't find where he hid inside of himself-hid from her.
They passed a large stable on the left. Straight ahead was a row of eateries, i
Venjetz had grown over many decades upon a plateau among the hills. To the city's northeast side, Darmouth's square-block keep rose into sight above the rooftops. The most heavily populated cities, like Bela, were settled upon rocky rises of land with the castle and grounds dead center at the top, towering above all else. Here, Darmouth's keep rested offshore in a large lake, with its front portal co
Magiere glanced over her shoulder as Wy
"How did they build a keep inside of a lake?"
"It wasn't built in the water," Leesil replied. "More than a century back, a self-titled king named Timeron had it constructed on dry ground. Several streams and a small river up in the mountains were then diverted. Water flooded in to surround it."
"Oh," Wy
Leesil fell quiet for a moment. "My old house by the lakeshore."
Magiere glanced at him with doubt. "It's been eight years. Someone else will be living there, if the house still remains."
"It'll be there, and I need only a moment inside."
She pursed her lips and hoped he wasn't pla
"Wait, please stop," Wy
Magiere snorted in disgust and didn't pull in the horses. "Probably about food, no doubt."
Wy
"Not necessarily," Wy
Magiere peered over her shoulder as Chap pawed the symbols, and Wy
"Oh, Chap!" Wy
"What did I tell you?" Magiere said.
"Why do you always think of food at the worst possible times?" Wy
Chap returned her a whiny growl and a lick of his nose.
Wy
"Only at the keep walls," Leesil replied, "if someone of importance was recently tried and executed."
"A trial?" Magiere asked.
"A figure of speech," Leesil answered. "Bodies left within the city would be a health hazard. Darmouth enjoys warning all who enter, but he wouldn't risk spreading disease here. But be careful, as the military has a free hand in Venjetz. No one questions their decisions, even if a death is involved."
Wy
"Head for the keep and the lakeshore," Leesil said, motioning Magiere forward. "Then down Favor's Row. It's where Darmouth's favored are housed, meaning those kept close under his watch."
Magiere clucked the horses into a side street, carefully avoiding citizens walking along the way. It hadn't occurred to her that Leesil might have grown up in the shadow of a keep, as she had in Chemestuk. For some reason she'd pictured him living on the forest's edge, though she'd never asked him about it. It made more sense that he'd remained well within reach of his lord and master.
They passed dwellings and shops, and wove through a small open market filled with croaking hawkers selling wares and the warm smells of meat pies and sausage. Chap groaned in misery, but everyone ignored him as the wagon moved on.
Wy
Ahead was a two-story gatehouse to a masoned bridge ru
Soldiers paced the bridge, and more were atop the gatehouse and the two arches along its reach to the keep. A few were out along the cobbled road, but none paid undue attention to their wagon.
"Turn left," Leesil instructed, gesturing with one finger. "The fifth one down, but don't stop until I tell you."
Magiere pulled the left rein with a soft snap, and the horses turned down the cobbled road.
There were no buildings within a stone's throw of the gatehouse, but beyond that they were packed along the lake. Dwellings of varied height and make, stone and timber, walled the shoreline. Though not the lavish dwellings of Bela's elite, they were far more than the hovel Magiere had shared as a child with Aunt Bieja. The fifth one was no exception.
A clean gray-stone foundation rose to the sills of the ground-floor windows. The timber plank walls were smooth, not quick-cut, like those used to rebuild the Sea Lion tavern. Whitewashed shutters framed windows with glass panes. At the end of the cobbled walkway up to the house, dormant rosebushes framed a large oak door.
Magiere stared.
Leesil's voice was soft and hollow. "Not what you expected?"
She didn't answer; nor did she pull the wagon to a halt, but drove past. No, it was not at all what she'd expected for Leesil's home in a place called the Warlands.
"What now?" she asked.
"Turn onto the next side street." Leesil leaned around toward Wy
"But…" Wy
"That's what the pears are for," he said. "Tell them a silver pe
The sage nodded apprehensively. Magiere reached the side street and turned the horses. There was barely enough room to fit between the buildings, and she pulled to a stop once the wagon's rear was beyond the corner.
"I am not certain of this," Wy
"As we passed, I got a look through the front window. There's a shield on the wall over the hearth. Likely one of Darmouth's officers lives there now. All I need from you is to see if anyone is at home. Take Chap, if you like."
Wy
Leesil quietly climbed over the bench to the wagon's tail, and Magiere followed. They could just see the house from their vantage point. Wy