Melcirvon’s eyes narrowed. “Then Prince Pyrust had the Anturasi woman killed, too?”
“Of course-and he had another woman here slaughtered after she and I became betrothed.” Junel looked down, letting sadness veil his face, and his visitor accepted his grief in silence. It took all Junel could do to keep from curling his lip in a sneer, so he contented himself by imagining what it would be like to take Melcirvon to pieces as he had both of the women.
“No wonder, then, that your masters want to be independent of him.” The Gnournist shuddered. “As bad as Cyron is…”
Junel laughed. “A moment ago you felt certain Cyron had his agents stab me. Do you think he would pause for thought before he ordered someone slaughtered? His spies are everywhere-I was told this often in my visit.”
“Well, of course…”
“No, my friend, there is no ‘of course’ about it, and I’ll tell you why. As much as you hate Prince Cyron, you hate us Desei more. Not your fault, mind you, for the Komyr Dynasty has long used the threat of Desei invasion to keep everyone in line.”
“But Deseirion did invade Helosunde.”
“There is no disputing this, but you are a fool if you do not think things run deeper than that.” Junel smiled slowly. “Think back to what you thought I would be before you met me. You had decided I would be weedy and thin, an idiot at best, ignorant of history and custom. You viewed me as a stable hand with a title, and you thought I would be an easy dupe to further your aims. Admit it.”
Melcirvon sat back as his face reddened. “I may have had my misconceptions, my lord…”
“You didn’t have misconceptions, you had prejudices, and you allowed them to blind you. I will admit to having had similar prejudices, but I have overcome them in service to a cause greater than you or I. You must do the same, Xin, or your prejudices will destroy you.”
He lowered his voice and leaned forward, forcing the Gnournist to do the same. “In my youth, I believed all Naleni to be lazy, fat, indolent, and stupid. You live in a lush land. The green hills and valleys of Gnourn are unknown in my nation, where life is hard. I have learned, however, that you Naleni have an inner steel. You have wisdom and courage. You can determine right from wrong and are willing to fight injustice.”
Melcirvon’s expression went from confusion and anger to one of pleasure and pride. “Thank you, my lord.”
Junel nodded. You are stupid and lazy. Flattery is the first trap for a moron, and you’ve fallen full into it. A bit more spider silk spun, and you shall be mine.
“You know, Xin, I am pleased that your mistress sent you. It had to have pained her greatly to risk you, but she also knew you could be trusted. She is a very smart woman, and her trust in you is well placed. It promises great things for you, and I hope you will permit me to recommend you to my masters. In the unfortunate event that anything might happen to your mistress, we need a brave man who could step into the breach and accomplish our mutual goals. Would you allow me that honor?”
Again Melcirvon blinked, then nodded slyly. “You honor me, friend.”
“You are much too kind.” Junel again averted his eyes for a moment, then looked up. “How is it that I may be of service?”
That question baffled the visitor. “I was sent to see how you were and to see to your well-being.”
“And you brought funds with you to accomplish this end?”
“Yes. I was going to arrange a way to get money to you covertly, but if the Prince is paying…”
“He is, my friend-and we should make him pay double.”
“What do you mean?”
Junel slowly swung his legs over the edge of the daybed and sat up. He could feel the stitches tug in his back, but other than a mild desire to scratch at it, the wound was easy to ignore. “Your mistress gave you money, but I do not need it thanks to the Prince’s generosity. You might return that money to Gnourn, or you might do something more profitable with it. There are ventures in this city-commercial ventures-where such money could be doubled or tripled in a month. If you could do that, you would have more money to use against the Prince.”
Melcirvon nodded slowly. “I’m certain my mistress would approve such a plan.”
“She would, if you were able to inform her of it.”
“But…”
“Follow me, my friend, for this is your future.” Junel coughed lightly, then gestured to a pitcher and cup on a side table. “Water, please.”
The Gnournist quickly fetched him a cup and waited anxiously as Junel drank it. He refilled the cup, then sat again, clutching the pitcher in his lap. “Explain, please.”
“Your mistress already counts that money as gone, so she will not miss it. And it is not as if you are stealing it, since you will be using it in her cause. Most important, it will become a hidden asset. If the worst were to overtake this enterprise, you would have a ready sum of cash available for your escape, or for the continued financing of the rebellion. Taking this precaution speaks well of your foresight and initiative.”
“There is no denying what you say.” Melcirvon glanced down into the pitcher as if the water might offer some oracle to aid his decision. “This investment would be safe?”
“You would be using the people I use for my investments.”
Melcirvon looked up, a smile growing on his face. “If you trust them, then I shall as well.”
“Good. You’ll take the money to Bluefin Street, number twenty-seven.”
“A good omen, that.”
“I thought so. There you will ask for Tyan, a small man with a crescent scar on his chin. Use my name, and tell him to invest the money as he would with mine. He obtains excess cargo from ships and moves it into markets where those who truly appreciate its value pay well. You will agree with him on a code sign that will let you or your agent withdraw the money. Tell no one what that is, not even me.”
“A code sign, yes.”
Junel smiled and almost warned the man not to use his mother’s name, for that would surely be the case. “Once you’ve done that, you should go to ground, lose yourself in Moriande for a couple days. There are houses where your gold is more important than your name. Come see me in three or four days. I will have messages for you to take back to your mistress. While you are relaxing, you will keep your eyes and ears open, of course, and get a sense of the capital. I hope you will learn things that my present infirmity prevents me from discovering.”
“Yes, of course.” Melcirvon frowned. “How much longer do you expect to be stuck here?”
“A day or two. The Prince’s own physician is seeing to my care. I hope, within two days, I will be pronounced fit enough to pay my respects to the Anturasi family and meet with the Prince.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“The former, no, but the latter… Perhaps just a bit.” Again Junel shrugged. “If the Prince suspected me, he would not have his doctor here, nor would he want to speak with me. And having me close will mean I can learn much that will aid us. It’s a risk I must take.”
“Of course.” Melcirvon stood, found himself holding the pitcher, then set it down and bowed. “Our success will be assured.”
“It will indeed, thanks to your brave efforts.” Junel smiled as the man slipped his sword back into his robe’s sash. “I look forward to seeing you in several days.”
Junel sat again on the daybed and watched through the window as Melcirvon hurried off toward Bluefin Street. If the time were right, documents found at 27 Bluefin Street would show Tyan to be a Desei agent, or perhaps a Virine agent, and would link the westron lords with money spent to buy weapons and mercenaries. If the inland lords could not be convinced to stage a rebellion on their own, Junel would reveal their plot.