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Boxes and desk and papers and more boxes. Two windows. A door that made this room only half the space available on this floor. No Mondragon. And Man Two was moving up like a fish on bait, while Man One shoved the door shut at her side and set his bulk ominously in front of it.
"What's this about a partner?" Man Two asked.
Altair swallowed hard. Her heart was trying to come up her windpipe. She hooked a thumb toward Port Canal in general.''What you got out there, ser, is eyes all over this place. I got two watchers in sight meself, and they don't look friendly. I figure they got all the bridges off Gallandry blocked. So if you'd kindly tell my partner, I think I'd like to talk to him."
"What partner?" Man Two asked.
Oh, here it is. Body sinks real good, Jones, with a couple of rocks. Right to the bottom of Gallandry-dock and nobody the wiser.
She set hands on hips. "Him as I delivered to your door."
"Did you now?" Man One hitched up his belt and a good weight of belly. "You got a good imagination, girl."
Jones, that's Jones, damn great fool. Altair bristled and choked it down. Mondragon said forget his name in town; won't be a bigger fool and give them mine. "What I got," she said equably, "is a partner I brought here. You don't want to talk to me you can talk to the law that's all round this place."
Uh-uh. The eyes went opaque in a way that said wrong guess.
"So it ain'tthe law out there, then. That means Gallandry folk. Or it means Gallandry's got troubles." She folded her arms and planted her bare feet on their floor. "You got a damnsight more if you don't fetch up my partner.**
"I think," said Man Two, "you'd better go upstairs with us."
"I ain't going nowhere. You bring 'im here— hey!" The man reached and she moved, one jerk at her belt and the barrelhook was in her hand, meaning business. " Don'tyou try it, man. You get him down here or I'll carve up yourpartner here—hook him good, I will. You get up those stairs and you get my partner down here."
It was standoff. Man One, by the door, showed no enthusiasm to be the one hooked. Man Two backed out of range.
"Get him." Altair said. "Get him down here."
"What's it matter?" Man One said. His voice was high with panic.
"This is ridiculous," Man Two said, made an advance and snatched his hand out of range in a hurry.
"I ain't particular which, really," Altair said, and backed and kept her eye on both of them. "Now, you Gallan-drys—I'm guessing you're Gallandrys—you ain't of the Trade, but you ain't hightown either; maybe you seen up close what one of these things can do. I can hook up a barrel full to the brim and put 'er where I want—just where you hook it and how you sling. Want to see? One of you might weigh about the same."
Man Two walked over the desk, walked further still, taking himself out of her line of sight. She drew her knife left-handed, right hand to jerk a man into range and left hand to slice or stab.
"On the other hand," she said, "you go and split up like that, I'm going to have to stick him so's I can watch you."
"Hale," Man One said earnestly, against the door. "Hale, get up those damn stairs and get him down here. We don't want to get somebody hurt. He mighthave hired some boatman. Let him answer it."
There was a profound silence. Altair kept both of them in sight; but Man Two, the one he called Hale, had stopped his stalking.
4'Let's be sensible," Hale said. "You put that sticker and that hook away and you can come upstairs."
*'Let's be better than that. Let's you get him down here. He'll come, right ready. Friendof mine. If he won't I'll know you done him some harm, won't I?"
"Get him," Man One said. "Dammit, Hale, get up there."
Hale thought about it. "All right, " he said. "All right. Jon, you stay in front of that door."
Jon thought about that one too. And there was a fine sweat on his face.
"That's all right," Altair said as Hale opened the door and headed up a stairwell, "Jo
And how much else, Jones? That Hale, he'll either get Mondragon or he'll get a great lot of men and them with swords, and what do you do then, Jones? You're going to die here, Mondragon's going to be real sorry, but this is business, and a tumble and a night out on Dead Harbor don't mean a thing in the world's scales. Way the world runs, Jones. Sorry, Jones. You're about to die here, make part of Gallandry's foundations, you will, or you'll just wash right on down to the boneheap in the bottom of the harbor. Feed the fishes. Real stupid, Jones. What are you doing here? Why ain't you back at your boat?
Mama, I'm sorry. You got any suggestions?
Don't be here.
I wish I wasn't.
Her heart hammered against her ribs now that the imminent threat was abated. Steps creaked across the floor above. Her knees felt like water. She could maybe scare this man out of the way and get that door open before he came at her back—
But there were the bridges to pass. There were either Gallandrys or some other kind of watchers out there and it was the devil's own choice.
She gri
"Who are you?"
"Ask my partner. Really, I ain't the sort that goes breaking into places. But those fellows out there on the bridges don't look real inviting. You want me to fall into their hands with all Iknow?"
Jo
"Uhhh. They ain't Gallandry, are they? Who? Who would they be?"
Jo
"Well, I'll bet you could guess," Altair said. She held the knife up and studied it, and carefully put it away into its sheath, at which Jo
Hale came out that door and something russet came behind him down the steps, ahead of others—Lord, Mondragon, all in velvet breeches and a red cost and his pale hair all damp—
—Another of his damned baths.
Beside her, Jo
"I want my clothes back," she said. "Hear me, partner?"