"Quick, summon a Game attendant! No sense waiting now!"
Jack helped her up and ushered her to the corridor outside the box. Together, they hurried down to the theatre floor, winding down the steep stairway at the side of the building. They rounded the last flight in a breathless rush and ran right into Tiger and Mantis. The two were speaking with a couple of theatre ushers just inside the curtains separating the lower corridor from the theatre floor.
Jack and Illyth halted in surprise, as did the other couple. They stood a long moment on the carpeted staircase, staring at each other in fox, crane, tiger, and mantis masks, frozen for two, then three heartbeats. Applause rippled from the theater beyond, then laughter and catcalls, the play must have resumed, Jack thought. Lord Tiger-Toseiyn Dulkrauth-took one menacing step toward them, drawing a long knife from his belt.
"You two, go," he said to the ushers. The men nodded and ducked outside. "I've been waiting for this," he hissed through his mask. "Mantis, watch Fox! He is a mage!"
"We have urgent business elsewhere, sir," Jack said, backing up a couple of steps. "If you'll forgive us?" He quickly worked the spell of shadow-jumping-
— only to be blocked at once by Mantis, who raised her hand and countered his spell with a snarl. "You won't vanish into thin air this time!" the lady snapped. Then she followed by conjuring a ball of roiling black acid and hurling it at Jack's head. The rogue ducked and hauled down Illyth, slipping on the stairs as the murderous spell hurled over his head and scorched a foot-wide hole in the wall behind him. Tiger lunged forward and missed his stomach by inches, burying the wide-bladed knife in the step below Jack with a wooden thunk!
Illyth screamed, "Jack, watch out!"
The rogue rolled away from a second thrust and found a perfect opportunity to plant one boot in the center of Dulkrauth's chest, shoving him back hard. The merchant captain flailed his arms for balance and staggered back three steps into Mantis, almost knocking her down too. Jack took that as his cue to scramble to his feet and leap up the staircase back toward their box. He caught Illyth by the hand as he went.
Behind them, Mantis dodged away from Tiger and turned to track Jack and Illyth up the stair. She snarled something else and hurled a lance of dark energy at the two of them, destroying the wooden banister in a shower of splinters and gouging a great dark furrow in the wall beyond.
"Come back here!" she shrieked.
"Not likely," muttered Jack.
He burst back into their former box and hauled Illyth close. Tiger and Mantis pounded up the stairs, only a few steps behind them.
"Jack, we're trapped!" said Illyth. "They have us cornered!"
"Not yet," Jack said.
Without even stopping to think about it, he caught hold of Illyth and vaulted over the balcony edge, working the spell of jumping even as he did so. Below them Game-players screamed or gasped at their sudden appearance, but instead of plummeting into the stage twenty feet below, Jack alighted easily and set down Illyth. All around them the players in the current skit gaped in astonishment, utterly unprepared for a member of the audience to leap into the middle of the play.
"Do continue," he told the actors, and then half-dragged and half-carried Illyth back down into the orchestra pit.
In the balcony box, Tiger and Mantis stood fuming for a long moment, evidently considering whether or not they dared to continue their assault in the full view of everyone present, but discretion won out. Masks contorted in sheer fury, the two conspirators ducked back out of sight before any attention fell on the vacant box. Jack imagined that Mantis hissed some dire promise of doom at him before vanishing, but he couldn't be certain; the lady retreated even as the theater burst into an uproar of noise.
"You're spoiling the show!"
"What is the meaning of this?"
"Are you mad?"
"Down in front!"
Jack and Illyth looked around at the musicians and the actors, still waiting for them to clear the area. The Master Crafter hurried up, wringing his hands. "My lord, my lady, are you well? Why did you make such a prodigious leap? Are you hurt?"
"Lady Crane has solved the Riddle," Jack said instantly. "She wishes to announce her solution at once!" He heard Illyth gasp beside him, perhaps mortified by the sudden attention of the entire audience, but he squeezed her hand and winked at her.
The Master Crafter bowed. "Very well, then. I am sure the entertainers will not mind if we briefly interrupt their skit. After all, great events are afoot!" He stepped up onto the stage proper and bowed to the assembled players. "Lords and ladies! The Lady Crane attempts the riddle!"
"Jack, I'm not-" Illyth began to whisper.
"You'll do fine. Now, give them the answer."
Illyth swallowed and faced the crowd. She cast one more nervous glance at Jack, and then started. "My answer follows. The Red Lord is Buriz of Pentar. The Orange Lord is Fatim of Quarra. The Yellow Lord is Dubhil of Trile. The Green Lord is-" she checked her journal surreptitiously- "Carad of Dues. The Blue Lord is Erizum of Unen. The Purple Lord is Geciras of Septun. And the Black Lord is Alcantar of Hexan."
Morran made a great show of consulting his sealed scroll. "My lady," he said quietly, "you have won! The Riddle is solved!"
The chamber stood silent, then erupted in applause.
"Three cheers for the Lady Crane!" called out one voice from the hack of the theater. "Huzzah! Huzzah!" Illyth curtsied and tried to conceal her own surprise behind a calm demeanor, but she couldn't help rubbing her hands unconsciously and beaming from ear to ear behind her mask, creating a very curious expression for a crane.
Randall Morran raised his hands for quiet. "My lords and ladies! Although the riddle is solved and the Lady Crane has claimed the grand prize of the event, the Game continues! The Seven Faceless Lords have discarded their signature robes and masks, and now stand among you in masked anonymity. Now, gentle persons, you must put your fellows to the question and determine who among you is not what they seem. I will even offer a hint to get you started: each lord attended only the gathering he sponsored and this evening's theatre, and knows nothing of the events or occurrences at the revels of the other Faceless Lords."
"I see that you were prepared for the possibility of an early solution," Jack murmured to the Master Crafter.
"We have already made arrangements for three more Games," the fellow replied jovially. "It would be a terrible waste to end the Game in its entirety tonight."
"I wager you have another development in mind should your Faceless Lords be unmasked too quickly," Jack observed. The Master Crafter merely smiled and inclined his head. "Your resourcefulness is to be commended. Now regarding the prize-"
"Excuse me," said Illyth. "I think you'll have to reconsider the next step of the Game."
"I beg your pardon, my lady?" Morran asked.
"The Seven Faceless Lords are standing right over there, in their full robes and masks." Illyth said pointing.
At the other end of the theatre, the robed actors slowly filed in, solemnly proceeding toward the stage.
The Game players looked at each other and whispered or muttered, checking with their neighbors to make sure they had heard the Master Crafter correctly. The marching figures silently surrounded the audience.
"What is this?" Morran muttered under his breath, so quietly that only Jack and Illyth were close enough to hear. "This is not in the script!"
In years of thievery, swindling, pursuit, and evasion, Jack had developed a distinct knack for sensing trouble when he chose to apply himself. The mysterious robed figures stood over the audience, positioned more or less in front of each exit from the room.
"An ambush," he realized. He reached out and caught Illyth's wrist, starting to pull her back from the stage.
As one, each of the robed figures withdrew a slender wand from its sleeve and pointed it toward the crowd. Game players surged up out of their seats, suddenly aware of the danger, while attendants stood frozen in shock and panic.