The dark-haired woman was nodding agreement and mouthing some kind of plea to back him up.
But it was the faces of the children that decided Serrah.
She bent down to the quaking watchman and wiped her bloody sword on his jerkin, making him flinch. Then she straightened, re-sheathed and strode to the others. They watched her coming with eyes wide.
‘We have to get out of here,’ the man said.
‘There are more coming,’ the woman reminded him, clutching the children tighter.
Serrah scanned the harbour. ‘Any ideas for a good hiding place? I’m new in these parts.’
‘Yes,’ the big man told her, ‘I think so. Come with us. But hurry!’
He began hustling them away.
Serrah got a good look at him. ‘Don’t I know you?’
He looked pained. ‘Can we discuss that later, please?’
They fled, leaving a trembling watchman and three bodies in spreading dark pools.
17
‘Are you sure you’ll not take some wine?’ Karr said, offering the flagon again.
Reeth shook his head.
The patrician eyed Caldason’s modest platter of dry bread, cheese and a few grapes, which he was picking at with scant enthusiasm. ‘You’re not exactly eating extravagantly either.’
‘I take a sufficiency.’ He was in a brooding temper.
Kutch, tucking heartily into his heaped plate, asked, ‘Can I have some of that, please?’
Karr smiled. ‘You seem to have developed a taste for the stuff since Reeth took you into that tavern. Here.’ He poured a little wine into a cup, then topped it up from a jug of water. When he passed it across, Kutch’s look of gratitude was tempered with just a smidgen of disappointment at the dilution.
They went back to eating in silence.
The large, solid table they sat around stood in a sizeable kitchen in a spacious house on the edge of Valdarr. Sitting on a small rise and surrounded by a high wall with stout iron gates, the house was located at the end of a road with open fields beyond. There were several exits. When he first saw the place, Caldason correctly assumed it had been chosen because it was defendable.
Since they had arrived, a stream of visitors had been discreetly coming and going. Karr introduced some of them to Reeth and Kutch, usually by name only, with few if any personal details. But mostly he didn’t. Other people seemed to be permanently based in the house, acting as staff and bodyguards.
Sighing, Karr finally put down his knife. ‘This sort of atmosphere can affect a man’s appetite. What’s on your mind, Caldason?’
‘What do you think?’
‘Covenant.’ He said it with the air of a man who’d heard the word too often.
‘It has been a couple of days now. And you did -’
‘Promise. Yes, I know. I’m trying, Reeth, believe me. They’re not the easiest group to contact and they don’t exactly advertise their presence.’
‘You said you’ve dealt with them.’
‘So we have. We’re in an alliance with them, in fact, as we are with other like-minded groups. But it’s early days and communication tends to be on their terms.’
‘Nevertheless, we had an agreement.’
‘And I’m doing my best to honour it. I have somebody working on this right now as a matter of fact. But to put it bluntly, Reeth, I have problems other than yours to sort out. Plenty of them, just in the couple of days we’ve been here.’
‘It feels longer,’ Caldason remarked acerbically.
Karr decided to ignore that. ‘I’ve seen people who want my help because they’ve had their children taken away by government officials, or their brothers have been unjustly sentenced. People who’ve caught diseases after being forced to work in the eastern mines, had their sons conscripted, or their property seized to house Gath Tampoor’s bureaucrats. To mention just a few.’
‘Do you normally get so many requests?’ Kutch asked.
‘Their numbers climb the more the empire encroaches on personal freedoms. On top of that,’ he added, warming to his subject, ‘we’ve just learnt that Ivak Bastorran himself is in Bhealfa, along with his sadist of a nephew. We’re trying to find out if such high-ranking paladins are here for a special reason, something we should know about.’
Mention of the clans brought a harsh set to Caldason’s eye. ‘All right, so you’re occupied with other people’s problems,’ he conceded, ‘but you can farm out the routine work to aides, can’t you?’
‘To some extent, yes. But now and again something comes up that’s out of the ordinary. And we’ve just had not one but three… oddities, I suppose you could call them. I think at least one of them might be of interest to you, Reeth.’
‘Oh?’
‘There are three stories, as I say, and they’re quite a tangle. But I’ll try to tell them simply. If you want to hear them, that is.’
‘
do,’ Kutch said.
Caldason said nothing.
‘They do make for intriguing table talk.’ Karr wore the slightly smug expression of someone about to impart a good tale. ‘Recently, a member of one of Gath Tampoor’s leading families met an untimely death in Merakasa,’ he explained. ‘The regime blamed a captain of one of the special units run by their Council for Internal Security.’
‘What are special units?’ Kutch asked.
‘Like a lot of things the empires do, officially they don’t exist. In reality, they’re small groups of elite fighters whose job is to assassinate enemies of the state. That can mean dissidents, revolutionaries, opposition members, bandit gangs…whoever’s causing enough trouble to be worth eliminating.’
Kutch looked shocked.
‘Anyway,’ Karr went on, ‘this captain was held responsible for the young man’s death. Dereliction of duty, they called it. Whether that’s the case or she was a dupe, we still don’t know. The Resistance in Merakasa saw her as a potentially valuable asset. Their thinking was that if her bosses had turned against her she might be inclined to talk, or even to join the dissident ranks. So they got her out of jail, and right under the nose of Commissioner Laffon too, though they took heavy losses.’
‘What happened to this woman?’ Caldason wanted to know.
‘No sooner had they made good her escape than she got away from them and disappeared. Only now she’s popped up again. Here, in Valdarr. But her story’s just a third of it, as I said. The woman in the next story couldn’t be more different from her. She’s from Jecellam, but she isn’t a Rintarahian. She worked as a courtesan in a state-controlled brothel, apparently.’
A reddish tint flared in Kutch’s cheeks.
Karr drove home his point. ‘And this is the part you might find interesting, Reeth. She’s a Qalochian.’
Caldason was typically hard to read.
‘She had some involvement in the deaths of two people,’ Karr continued, ‘including a middle-ranking state administrator. She’s fetched up here as well, along with two children, not her own. The Rintarahian Resistance told us she got away without their help.’
‘You mean the Resistance here and in Rintarah talk to each other? They’re connected?’
‘Don’t look so surprised, Kutch. Resistance is universal. It straddles trifling political differences.’
Caldason brought the conversation back on line. ‘You were telling us three stories.’
‘Yes. The third concerns a Gath Tampoorian quite prominent in his profession; a pacifist who quietly supports the Resistance. When these two women crossed his path, here in Valdarr, there was more violence, and possibly an end to his career. Though that still has to be determined.’
‘Why are you telling us about these people?’ Caldason asked.
‘Because the underground has given all three protection. Lost lambs brought into the fold, you might say. And it’s possible that before too long you’ll be making their acquaintance yourselves.’