Padar looked at another paper in his hand. “Your family is located primarily in Stormhome, correct?”
“That’s right. Our ties to House Lyrandar give us an edge in our shipping deals.”
“And you sailed from Stormhome? Before arriving here?”
“Yes.”
“I assume you purchased a regular fare on the Lyrandar galleon-the, ah, Windborn?”
Rienne forced her face to keep smiling as she cursed herself. She was a stowaway as well as a fugitive, and she had failed to account for that in her morning planning. “Of course,” she said, as though it were nothing.
“It’s strange that the Windborn carried no record of that purchase. Did they not check your papers when you bought the fare?”
“They did check my identification papers, but I’m afraid the young man was somewhat distracted. He never did ask about traveling papers, and he must have forgotten to record me in the passenger manifest.”
“I see,” Padar said.
He studied the papers in his hand once more, then stared at Rienne too long. She had the sense he was imagining what might have distracted the young Lyrandar agent, and his eyes made her uncomfortable.
“Well, Lady Alastra,” he said at last, “I will need to discuss this situation. Perhaps I will bring a Sivis scribe with me when I return.”
And perhaps not, Rienne thought as he disappeared down the corridor.
When the sun went down, Rienne’s cell plunged into near-total darkness. Only shreds of light from the streets below reached her window, everbright lanterns and the lamps carried by the night watch-not nearly enough to let her see the walls, the bars, or even the cot she sat on. Sleep evaded her, so she sat and tried to focus her mind, find some rest in meditation at least.
“Where is he?” A gruff voice jolted her from her stillness, and she sprang to her feet.
A halo of light filled the far end of the corridor and lit the angry face of Ossa d’Kundarak. The dwarf stormed toward her, another pair of dwarves trailing at the edge of the light. Ossa wore her usual scarlet shirt beneath a heavy breastplate of cured leather, but it was wrinkled. Wisps of hair escaped the tight braid coiled at the back of her head, her face was drawn, thinner than Rienne remembered. She exuded a frantic energy that bordered on madness. The search for Gaven had not been good to her, Rienne thought.
“Where is he?” Ossa repeated when she reached the bars of Rienne’s cell.
Rienne fought back a surge of anger. The last time she’d seen Ossa, the dwarf held a dagger pressed to her neck. But anger wouldn’t help. She had to calm the dwarf, placate her as much as possible. Somehow, she had to get out of this prison, and an angry Ossa would make that impossible.
“I don’t know,” she said.
“I don’t believe you!” Ossa seized a bar and thrust her face right up to it. “You’ve been with him since Vathirond.”
“We parted company more than two weeks ago. He was captured, and his captors took him away. He could be anywhere.”
“Who captured him? The Thuranni? Everyone else is dead.”
“Everyone else?” There had been another one, a Tharashk bounty hunter with Ossa in Stormhome.
“Does that surprise you? You heard he killed a Sentinel Marshal. And I would have thought you knew he killed Bordan. Bordan was a good man.”
“Bordan? We saw Bordan in Stormhome. Gaven fled, and I got the airship.”
“Bordan outpaced me in following Gaven. I found him dead on the beach, then saw your airship pass overhead, on your way to pick him up.”
Bordan dead on the beach? Why wouldn’t Gaven have told her?
Ossa sneered. “That troubles you? What did you expect, traveling with a fugitive? I told you in Vathirond he was dangerous.”
“You don’t know him.” Rienne thought she did, after all this time. But he hadn’t told her about Bordan.
“Of course,” Ossa continued, “in Vathirond I had no idea how dangerous he was. He was involved with Starcrag Plain, wasn’t he? Shall I add those dead thousands to the list of his crimes?”
“What? No-he prevented the death of thousands more. He closed the chasm where the spawn of Khyber were spilling out. Without him, the monsters would have overwhelmed-”
“He tried to clean up his mistake, then? Closed off the passage he opened?”
“He didn’t open it!”
“What might have been merely a clash of two armies became a bloodbath. And witnesses say the chasm opened about the time a certain airship appeared at the scene.”
“A clash of two armies with dragons on both sides! It was the Prophecy-”
“Don’t insult my intelligence. He’ll answer to that charge as well, when we recapture him. Now where is he? Who captured him, if that part of your story is true?”
This interview was not going the way Rienne had hoped it would. Ossa was no less belligerent-more so, if anything. She had to go back to being helpful. “It wasn’t a Thuranni that captured him. It was a dragon.”
“A dragon.” It was a challenge, not a question.
“In Argonnessen.”
“So that’s where you’ve been hiding all this time.” Ossa clearly didn’t believe a word, and the dwarves standing behind her shared a laugh.
“That’s right. We sailed to Argonnessen then walked into the interior. We found a city there, and that’s where Gaven was captured.”
“So Argonnessen has cities now? My dear Lady Alastra, it seems your lover’s madness has warped your own sense of reality.”
The truth wasn’t working, Rienne saw. It was time for a well-crafted lie.
Rienne choked back a cry of despair and fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands. “Oh, why am I still trying to protect him?” she wailed.
“It will go better for you if you don’t,” Ossa observed. Rienne could hear the hope in her voice. The dwarf thought she’d broken Rienne at last.
“He left me,” Rienne sobbed. “He went back to that elf trollop.” That was a risky lie, she realized. Senya had escaped the Starcrag Plain with Haldren-if she’d been captured and Ossa knew about it, her story would collapse.
“Where?” Either Ossa believed her, or she was trying to trap Rienne in her lie.
“Stormhome.” She and Gaven might have been seen together there, before boarding Jordhan’s ship.
“Where did they go from there?”
“I don’t know. They took a ship-I think they persuaded or forced some Lyrandar captain to take them off somewhere.” If she could make Ossa believe that Gaven had left Khorvaire, moved beyond House Kundarak’s reach…
“And where have you been all this time?”
“I stayed in Stormhome.”
“Have you seen your family? Gaven’s brother?”
Ossa would have had both her family’s estate and Thordren’s house watched. “No. I lay low, mostly kept to the wharves.”
Rienne risked a glance at the dwarf. Ossa had passed the lantern to one of the dwarves behind her, shrouding her face in darkness, and she rubbed her temples with two thick fingers.
“Look at yourself,” Ossa said at last. “I don’t know whether to hate you or pity you. You wasted your youth following Gaven around. He went mad and ended up in the care of my House, and what? You tried to settle into a normal life, but you never stopped pining for him, did you?” Her voice dripped with scorn. “He escaped and you ran to him, ready to start following him again. And then he runs off with the elf trollop instead of you.”
Rienne felt a weight in her chest. She had to remind herself that Ossa’s words weren’t true-Gaven hadn’t gone off with Senya again.
“I can’t punish you any worse than you’ve already punished yourself,” the dwarf added. “Go ahead and live your pathetic life.”
Rienne swallowed hard as Ossa turned and led her silent dwarves back the way they had come. Ossa’s words weren’t true-at least not the last part. But the rest still stung.
Morning brought another meal, and another one in the mid-afternoon. The guards shrugged off her questions, and then another night fell. Two more days crawled past. Exhaustion finally allowed her to sleep on the hard cot. When her stomach told her it was time for the afternoon meal on the fourth day, she watched as footsteps approached the corner of the hall. Padar emerged around the corner, turned and told someone else to wait, out of sight, and then approached her cell.