“Anything,” was his answer. He looked at me for a few seconds more, then he turned and walked away.
Damn! So Mellar did know I was after him. But why would he want to stop me? Oh, of course, he didn’t. He was working under the assumption that I was out for him, and that I had no idea of why he was doing this. That made sense; if I had somehow given myself away, which was certainly possible, then it would be out of character for him to ignore it. He was playing the game to the hilt. (Interesting choice of words there, I noticed.)
This made me feel somewhat better, but not a whole lot. It was a Bad Thing that Mellar knew where the threat was coming from. While the bodyguards wouldn’t actually stop a direct attack on Mellar, the fact that they were aware of me seriously cut my chances of getting away with anything tricky—and whatever I came up with now, it was going to have to be something tricky. I felt the first glimmerings of the younger brother to despair stir within me as I left the hall. I forced the feeling down.
Just outside the door, I stopped and got in touch with Aliera. Who knows, I thought, maybe she and Sethra have come up with something. In any case, I felt that I ought to let them know what we’d learned.
“What is it, Vlad?”
“Mind if I come up and see you? I have some information that you probably don’t want to hear.”
“I can hardly wait,” she said. “I’ll be expecting you in my chambers.”
I walked down the hall to the stairs and met Morrolan, descending. I nodded to him and started to pass by. He motioned to me. I stopped, and he walked up the hall toward the library. I followed dutifully and sat down after he had closed the door behind me. The situation reminded me unpleasantly of a servant being called in for a dressing down for not scrubbing the chamberpots sufficiently.
“Vlad,” he said, “perhaps you would care to enlighten me on just exactly what is occurring around here?”
“Eh?”
“Something has happened somewhere that I don’t know about. I can feel it. You are preparing to move on Mellar, aren’t you?”
By Verra’s fingers! Did the whole Empire know?
He began ticking off points. “Aliera is rather upset about this whole matter and doesn’t know quite what to do. You were acting the same way, as of yesterday. Today, I am informed that you have been, if I may put it so, snooping around Mellar. I see Aliera and she is just as pleased with life as you can imagine. Then I see you walking up the stairs, I assume to see my cousin, and you appear to know what you’re doing all of a sudden. Now, would you mind telling me exactly what it is you two are planning?”
I was silent for a while; then I said, slowly and carefully, “If I’m acting any different today than yesterday, it’s because we just solved the mystery—not the problem. I still don’t have any idea of what I’m going to do about it. I will say, however, that I have no intention of doing anything that will, in any way, compromise you, your oath, or your House. I believe I stated that yesterday, and I have no reason to change my mind. Is that sufficient?”
“Go, boss, go!”
“Shut up, Loiosh.”
Morrolan stared at me, long and hard, as if he were trying to read my mind. I flatter myself, however, that even Daymar would have trouble doing that without my noticing. Morrolan, I think, also respects me too much to do so without asking first. And in any case, hawk-eyes should stay on Hawklords, where they belong.
He nodded, once. “All right, then,” he said. “We’ll say no more about the matter.”
“Frankly,” I said, “I don’t know what is on Aliera’s mind. As you guessed, I was heading up to see her when I ran into you. But I don’t have anything planned with her—yet. I hope she doesn’t have anything planned without me.”
He looked grim. “I like that rather less,” he said.
I shrugged. “As long as I’m here, tell me: have you checked over those bodyguards?”
“Yes, I took a look at them. What of it?”
“Are they sorcerers?”
He seemed to debate with himself for a moment. Then he nodded. “Yes, both of them. Quite competent, too.”
Damn. The good news just kept piling up.
“Okay, then. Is there anything else you wanted?”
“No—yes. I would appreciate it if you would keep an eye on Aliera.”
“Spy on Aliera?”
“No!” he said emphatically. “Just, if she tries to do something that she should, perhaps, not do—I think you understand—try to discuss it with her, all right?”
I nodded, as the last piece of the puzzle fell into its place. Of course! That was what Mellar was worried about! He had bodyguards so that he wouldn’t be killed by a non-Jhereg. He had, indeed, heard of Pathfinder.
The solving of this last piece of the mystery put me no closer to its solution; no surprise. I took my leave of Morrolan and headed up the stairs to Aliera’s chambers. I felt his eyes on my back the whole way.
“What kept you?” asked Aliera.
“Morrolan wanted to have a chat.”
I noted that Aliera did, indeed, seem to be in fine spirits today. Her eyes were bright green and shining. She relaxed against the back of her bed, absently stroking a cat that I’d not been introduced to. Loiosh and the cat eyed each other with abstract hunger.
“I see,” she said. “What about?”
“He seems to think that you have something in mind. For that matter, so do I. Care to tell me about it?”
She arched her eyebrows and smiled. “Maybe. You go first.”
The cat rolled over on its back, demanding that its stomach be attended to. Its long, white fur stood out a little, as it chose to deny that Loiosh existed. Aliera obliged it.
“Hey, boss.”
“Yes, Loiosh?”
“Isn’t it disgusting how some people cater to the whims of dumb animals?”
I didn’t answer.
“For starters, Aliera, the idea we had before won’t work.”
“Why not?”
It seemed that she wasn’t too worried. I was beginning to be.
“A number of reasons,” I said. “But the main thing is that Mellar has no intention of leaving here.”
I explained our deductions about Mellar’s plans and motives. Surprisingly, her first reaction was similar to mine—she shook her head in admiration. Then, slowly, her eyes turned a hard metallic gray. I shuddered.
“I’m not going to let him get away with this, Vlad. You know that, don’t you?”
Well, I hadn’t actually known, but I’d been afraid of something like it. “What are you going to do?” I asked softly.
She didn’t say anything, but her hand came to rest on Pathfinder’s hilt.
I kept my voice soft, even, and controlled. “If you do, you are aware that Morrolan will be forced to kill you.”
“So what?” she asked, simply.
“Why don’t we find a better way?”
“For example?”
“Dammit, I don’t know! What do you think I’ve been racking my brains about for the last few days? If we can find some way to convince him to leave, we can still follow the original idea—you trace him with Pathfinder, and then we take him wherever he ends up. If I just had more time!”
“How much time do you have?”
That was a very good question. If we were very, very lucky, the news wouldn’t get out for three more days. But, unfortunately, I couldn’t count on being lucky. And, what was worse, neither could the Demon. What would his next effort be like? I asked myself again. And how much of a chance would I have to stop it? I didn’t like the answer I got to that last question.
“Today and tomorrow,” I told her.
“And what,” she asked, “happens then?”