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nowing Evrard of Lussan； that it might。
They reached the southern end of the wood。 Only grass； silvered by moonlight； open to view from the walls； lay between them and the hedges and palms of the garden now。 Blaise dropped down； remembering with an eerie； unexpected vividness as he did the last time he'd performed this kind of manoeuvre； in Portezza with Rudel； when they had killed Engarro di Faenna。
And now here he was； fetching a sulky； petulant poet for a minor baron of Arbonne so the baron's wife could kiss the man on his balding brow…and the god knew where else…and say how extremely sorry she was for chancing to scream when he assaulted her in bed。
A long way from Portezza； from Gorhaut。 From the sort of doings in which a man should properly find himself engaged。 The fact that Blaise loathed almost everything about Gorhaut； which was his home； and trusted at most half a dozen of the Portezzan nobility he'd met was； frankly； not relevant to this particular truth。
〃Thiers and Giresse…wait here；〃 he whispered over his shoulder to the youngest two。 〃We won't need six men for this。 Whistle like a corfe if there's trouble ing。 We'll hear you。 Maffour； you've been told what speech to give。 Better you than me； frankly。 When we get to the garden and I give you the sign go in and try； for what it's worth。 We won't be far。〃
He didn't wait for acknowledgements。 At this point； any halfway decent men would know as well as he did what had to be done； and if there were any legitimate point to this mission in Blaise's eyes； it was that he might begin to get a sense of what these seven Arbonnais corans he was training were like。
Without looking back he began moving on elbows and knees across the damp cool grass towards the hedgebreak that marked the entrance to the garden。 Evrard was still carrying on inside； something about stars now； and white…capped waves。
In his irritation with the man； with himself； with the very nature of this errand； he almost crawled； quite unprofessionally； squarely into the backside of the priestess who was standing； half…hidden； beside the closest palm to the entranceway。 Blaise didn't know if she was there as a guard for the poet or as a devotee of his art。 There really wasn't time to explore such nuances。 A sound from the woman could kill them all。
Fortunately； she was raptly intent on the figure of the chanting poet not far away。 Blaise could see Evrard sitting on a stone bench at the near end of a pool in the garden； facing away from them； muning with himself； or the still waters； or whatever poets did their muning with。
Disdaining finesse； Blaise surged to his feet； grabbed the woman from behind and covered her mouth with one hand。 She sucked air to scream and he tightened his grip about her mouth and throat。 They were not to kill。 He disliked unnecessary death in any event。 In the silence he had been trained to by the assassins of Portezza； Blaise held the struggling woman； depriving her of air until he felt her slump heavily back against him。 Carefully…for this was an old trick…he relaxed his grip。 There was no deception here though； the priestess lay slack in his arms。 She was a large woman with an unexpectedly young face。 Looking at her； Blaise doubted this one would have been a guard。 He wondered how she'd got out from the pound； it was the sort of thing that might someday be useful to know。 Not that he planned on ing back here in a hurry； if ever。
Laying the priestess carefully down beneath the palm tree； he motioned Maffour with a jerk of his head to go into the garden。 Hirnan and Thulier came silently up and began binding the woman in the shadows。
Yours the glory； bright Rian； while we mortal men
Walk humbly in the umbra of your great light；
Seeking sweet solace in the…
〃Who is there？〃 Evrard of Lussan called without turning； more peeved than alarmed。 〃You all know I must not be disturbed when I work。〃
〃We do know that； your grace；〃 Maffour said smoothly； ing up beside the man。
Edging closer； hidden by the bushes； Blaise winced at the unctuous flattery of the title。 Evrard had no more claim to it than Maffour did； but Mallin had been explicit in his instructions to the most articulate of his corans。
〃Who are you？〃 Evrard asked sharply； turning quickly to look at Maffour in the moonlight。 Blaise moved nearer； low to the ground； trying to slip around to the other side of the bench。 He had his own views on what was about to happen。
〃Maffour of Baude； your grace； with a message from En Mallin himself。〃
〃I thought I recognized you；〃 Evrard said haughtily。 〃How dare you e in this fashion； disturbing my thoughts and my art？〃 Nothing about impiety or trespass or the affront to the goddess he was currently lauding； Blaise thought sardonically； pausing next to a small statue。
〃I have nothing to say to your baron or his ill…mannered wife； and am in no mood to listen to whatever tritely phrased message they have cobbled together for me。〃 Evrard's tone was lordly。
〃I have e a long way in some peril；〃 Maffour said placatingly； 〃and Mallin de Baude's message is deeply sincere and not long。 Will you not honour me by hearing it； your grace？〃
〃Honour？〃 Evrard of Lussan said； his voice rising querulously。 〃What claim has anyone in that castle to honour of any kind？ I bestowed upon them a grace they never deserved。 I gave to Mallin whatever dignity he claimed…through my presence there； through my art。〃 His words grew dangerously loud。 〃Whatever he was being in the gaze of Arbonne； of the world； he owed to me。 And in return； in return for that…〃
〃In return for that； for no reason I can understand； he seeks your pany again；〃 Blaise said； stepping quickly forward； having heard quite a bit more than enough。
As Evrard glanced back at him wide…eyed； attempting to rise； Blaise used the haft of his dagger for the second time that night； bringing it down with carefully judged force on the balding pate of the troubadour。 Maffour moved quickly to catch the man as he fell。
〃I cannot begin to tell you；〃 Blaise said fervently as Hirnan and Thulier joined them； 〃how much I enjoyed doing that。〃
Hirnan grunted。 〃We can guess。 What took you so long？〃
Blaise grinned at the three of them。 〃What？ And interfere with Maffour's great moment？ I really wanted to hear that speech。〃
〃I'lll recite it for you on the way back then；〃 Maffour said sourly。 〃With all the 'your grace's' too。〃
〃Spare us；〃 said Hirnan briefly。 He bent and effortlessly shouldered the body of the small troubadour。
Still grinning； Blaise led the way this time； without a word； down towards the south end of the garden； away from the sanctuary lights and the walls and the temple domes； and then； circling carefully； back towards the shelter of the wood。 If these were the corans of a lesser baron； he was thinking to himself； and they turned out to be this coolly petent…with one vivid exception…he was going to have to do some serious reassessing； when they got back to land； of the men of this country of Arbonne； even with its troubadours and joglars and a woman ruling them。
The one vivid exception was having； without the leas