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roadway better lit than before with lanterns burning in ornate sconces on outside walls…one of the surest signs of wealth。 Two girls； evidently servants； called cheerfully down to her from where they leaned out over a carved stone balustrade。 Lisseut kept moving。 Blaise； walking swiftly with his long strides； had already turned a corner up ahead。 She began to run。
By the time she reached that next crossing of streets and turned right again as he had done； Lisseut realized where they were； even before she saw； in the square at the top of the street； the off…centred tower loom grimly above the largest red…stoned building。
This was the merchants' quarter； where the banking houses and mercantile operations of several countries had their headquarters in Tavernel； Arbonne's deep…harboured gateway to the world。 That tower at the top of the road was a deliberate； intimidating echo of the great tower of Mignano； largest of the Portezzan city…states； and the massively formidable palaces on either side of the street leading to the square sheltered the Arbonne contingents of the lucid； careful merchants of those wealthy cities。
The noises of Carnival were distant now。 Lisseut slipped into an archway； peering out carefully as Blaise of Gorhaut went past one massive doorway and then another。 She saw him stop finally； gazing up at the coat of arms above a pair of iron doors。 There were lights on in that house； on the upper levels where the sleeping quarters would be。 There was no one else in the street。
Blaise stood motionless for what seemed to her a long time； as if deliberating something difficult； then he looked carefully around him and slipped down a narrow alley that ran between that house and the one north of it。 Lisseut gave him a moment； then stepped out from her archway and followed。 At the entrance to the alley she had to hold her breath for a moment； almost choking in the midden smell that came from it。 Kneeling for concealment； her eyes keen in the darkness； she saw the coran from Gorhaut hoist himself smoothly to scale the rough stone wall running behind the house where he had stopped。 There were more lights glowing softly from beyond that wall。 She saw him silhouetted for a second against them before he let himself down on the other side。
It was time to go back to the river。 She now knew where he had gone。 She could find out who owned this house in the morning； report the incident to whoever seemed appropriate。 Duke Bertran was the obvious person； or perhaps the countess's seneschal in Tavernel。 Perhaps even Ariane de Carenzu； who had bound the men of Talair and Miraval to keep the peace this night。 Morning would tell her what to do； she could consult with friends； with Remy； Aurelian。 It was time to go back。
Discarding her mask； gritting her teeth； Lisseut went down the fetid alley； past the point where the Gorhautian had scaled the wall and； further along； she found an overturned wooden crate。 There were always crates in alleyways。 Rats scattered in several directions as she stepped carefully up onto it。 From there it was just possible to lift herself to the top of the wide wall。 She lay flat on the stone； motionless for a long time。 Then； when she was sure she'd not been seen or heard； she cautiously lifted her head and looked down。
It was an intricate； formal garden； carefully tended。 A plane tree grew just inside the wall and its branches offered some concealment for her； which mattered； for Riannon； the blue moon of the goddess； rode free just then of what seemed the last of the cloud cover for a time。 Above； through the screen of leaves； Lisseut could see the stars； brilliant in the summer sky。 A bird was singing in the branches of the tree。
Below her； on a close…cropped grassy expanse； Blaise of Gorhaut stood quietly beside a small； round pool into which a sculpted fountain was splashing water。 There were flowers planted around the border of the fountain and more of them laid out in patterns through the ordered space of the garden。 Lisseut smelled oranges and lemons； and there was lavender near the southern wall。 Behind her rats scrambled in the dank alley。
On a small patio near the house a stone table had been laid with meats and cheeses and wine。 There were tall white candles burning。
A man slouched in a chair by that table； hands laced behind his head； long legs extended； his features obscured by shadow。 Blaise was looking at him。 He had not spoken or moved since she'd arrived at her place of concealment on the wall。 His back was to her。 He seemed carved of stone himself。 Lisseut's heart was beating rapidly。
〃I will confess that I wondered；〃 said the man by the table lazily； speaking Portezzan with elegant； aristocratic precision。 〃I wondered if you were in a clever vein tonight and would e。 But see； I did give you the benefit of the doubt…there is food and wine for two； Blaise。 I'm glad you're here。 It has been a long time。 Do e and dine with me。 It is a Carnival night in Arbonne； after all。〃
He stood then； leaning across the table into the light as he reached for the wine。 By the shining of the two moons and the candles and the glowing； graceful lanterns swinging from tripods among the trees； Lisseut saw that he was slender and bright…haired and young and smiling； that his loose silk tunic was night…black with wide； full sleeves； and his leggings were black and white； like Arsenault the Swordsman in the puppet shows she remembered from childhood…and like the arrows she saw lying in plain sight in their quiver by the table。
〃You still use syvaren； I see；〃 said Blaise of Gorhaut calmly。 He didn't move any nearer to the table。 He spoke Portezzan as well。
The fair…haired man made a face as he poured from a long…necked decanter。 〃An ugly thing； isn't it？〃 he said with distaste。 〃And amazingly expensive these days； you have no idea。 But useful； useful at times。 Be fair； Blaise； it was a very long shot in a breeze and uncertain light。 I didn't plan anything in advance； obviously； it was sheerest good fortune I happened to be in the tavern when that river challenge was made。 And then I had to count on Duke Bertran being skillful enough to make it as far as the rope。 Which I did； and which he was； Corannos shelter his soul。 e now； you might have congratulated me by now on hitting him from so far。 The right shoulder； I take it？〃 He turned； smiling； a glass of wine in each hand； one extended towards the other man。
Blaise hesitated； and Lisseut； all her senses alert； knew with certainty that he was wrestling with whether to tell the assassin of his error。
〃It was a long shot；〃 was all he said。 〃I don't like poison though； you know that。 They don't use it in Arbonne。 Had you not done so they might have thought the killing was by one of Urté de Miraval's men。 It wasn't； I take it？〃
The question was ignored。 〃Had I not done so there wouldn't have been a killing。 Only a duke with a wounded shoulder and a quadrupled guard； and I'd be out a rather spectacular fee。〃
〃How spectacular？〃
〃You don't want to know。 You'll be jealous。 e； Blaise； take your wine； I feel silly standing with my hand out like an almsman。 Are you angry with me？〃
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