"Underneath the sink, behind the laundry soaps," Tagetarl suggested and helped Pinch bestow it, with a final glance to be sure the bung was in tight. "And we were supposed to drink a whole skin tonight?"
"You usually drink with your evening meal."
"Cider," Tagetarl said in protest. "Wine only on special occasions. And how do they know we drink at dinner?"
"Probably watching. Your kitchen faces the road. You don't close the shutters until you go to bed." Pinch shrugged. "Then, too, most people'll drink freely of free wine, you know. And you did say you'd drink the Lord Holder's health."
"It couldn't possibly be Lord Kashman he meant?" Tagetarl asked.
Pinch twisted his chin sideways and shrugged. "He wasn't specific, was he? Or do they intend to impugn Lord Toronas since it's a Benden wine? Or implicate Lord Kashman? Interesting." Then he gave a delicate sniff of the savory odors drifting down from the kitchen level. "When did you say dinner is? I mean to join you. All that free wine!"
Rosheen came into the cellar. "I thought I saw someone strange. Pinch?" she added, staring at the Harper as he discarded the outer layer of rags. "What are you doing here?"
"I perceive you haven't told her," Pinch said with a long-suffering sigh.
"Told me what?" She glared at both of them.
"You were right, Rosheen," Tagetarl said with a sad grimace. "There is trouble coming our way."
"Abominators?" she exclaimed when, between them, Tagetarl and Pinch disclosed all they knew.
As ever, Rosheen did not react the way Tagetarl thought she would.
"You mean, you didn't tell me to cook enough to feed your friends a decent supper, Pinch? You left them waiting up there in that awful loft all day long?"
"They brought food and they've slept most of the day," Pinch added as if that was occupation enough. "Couldn't let anyone know they were here."
Abruptly she sat down on the stairs, her face suddenly white as she absorbed the danger the Hall was in.
"You mean," and now her white skin was flushed with angry spots on her cheeks, "you let me go through the entireday oblivious to all this?"
"Now, now, Rosheen, one of us had to act natural," Tagetarl said.
"Well, now, I've a thing or two to say to that,MasterPrinter Tagetarl-"
"Later, Rosheen," Pinch said. "You can say anything you want to him whenwe've got all this behind us."
She paused, one hand raised to point accusingly at her spouse. "When?" she repeated in a very scared, small voice.
"Tonight, if we're lucky," Pinch replied.
"That's lucky?" She blinked. "Is that why Ola hasn't let me out of her sight all day?"
"Quite likely," Pinch agreed amiably. "Now, we'll eat dinner, and drink merrily from whatever you have in the hold that's safe to drink. Some of your good cider?" he asked ingenuously.
Rosheen took a deep breath, started to say something, changed her mind and pointed down the cellar hallway. "Harper, you know exactly where I store the cider!" She turned and started up the stairs, slamming each foot down hard on the riser to disperse her anger.
"I think she took it rather well," Pinch said to Tagetarl. He rewrapped his rags. "Now, this drudge will hobble out and disappear in the lanes and byways. And shortly a very respectably dressed gentleman will arrive from the direction of the wharf with a commission for the MasterPrinter that will be discussed while his hosts visibly toast the Lord Holder's health."
And that was exactly what happened as dusk settled over Wide Bay. Then, with a great show of having enjoyed the wine, Tagetarl and Pinch went to close the outer gates for the night. The heavy sky-broom wood bar took considerable heaving to get into place. Tagetarl clipped over the unusual fastenings at both ends.
"Now don't worry, my good friend," Pinch said as they walked back to the kitchen porch, giving him a reassuring shake on the shoulder. "They may get in, but I assure you, they won't find it so easy to get out. Nor a chance to do any harm. Now we go inside, like the innocents we are, and lock the door."
Though Pinch had explained the various precautions he had taken during the day and where his helpers were now hiding, Tagetarl was realist enough to know that Thread could fall in unexpected tangles.
"Try to relax, Tag," Pinch advised him. "I think every fire-lizard in the town is ready to come when Ola warbles."
"If they remember," Tagetarl muttered to himself, shivering a little. The night air was chilly.
Pinch gave a soft, wry chuckle, "Bista's there, too, you know, and she'll remember. Now, I've one more trick to see to." He clapped him once more on the shoulder and took the short interior corridor to the Hall.
"Relax?" Tagetarl repeated under his breath.
"How couldyou leave me in ignorance all day, Tag?" Rosheen demanded, coming out of the kitchen.
"Now you know, would you rather have known earlier?" he replied more bitingly than he meant and put his arms about her in a tight, apologetic embrace. He could feel her trembling.
"No, I guess not, but you've been very brave, Tag."
"I'm scared stiff. If only we could have put in steel doors!"
"Steel doors didn't keep the Abominators out of the Healer Hall, now did they? They just walked themselves in. Well, at least they can't just walk in here!"
He reached over to turn out the kitchen lights.
"Shall I giggle drunkenly or something? Having enjoyed the Lord Holder's wine? Or s-s-should we reel up the s-s-stairs?" She spoiled her casual manner by stammering.
"A waste of effort, dear," he said, trying not to sound grim. "Now the gates are closed, no one can see in."
He transferred one arm to her waist as they climbed to their sleeping room, dowsing the lights as they went up. Then they crept back down the stairs. Fully dressed, they made them– selves as comfortable as possible on the long kitchen bench. Rosheen had padded it with pillows to ease a long wait.
"Is Ola on watch?" he asked Rosheen softly.
"If she were more on watch, she'd give her vigilance away." She gestured to a long shadow on the wide sill.
Even the pillows could not make the upright design of the bench comfortable. After the very long tense day he had spent, Tagetarl found waiting in the dark for the expected attack the worst part. He could have used the time to edit the copy to be printed the next day-if his presses still worked. Surely, with most of Pinch's folk hidden in the Hall, his presses would be untouched? He tried to remember the latest verses Menolly had sent him for setting and found he remembered her new tunes better. Then he was aware of a sleepy murmur from his spouse and realized that Rosheen, her head pillowed on his shoulder, had actually managed to fall asleep. He was further distracted by the many soft noises the building could make. He had to identify each one as normal. And inside the hold. Not outside.
He was struggling to keep awake when Ola's soft hiss roused him. He shook Rosheen and she mumbled before she realized that she shouldn't make any sound. He felt her body tense.
Then the fire-lizard disappeared. What had she heard that he hadn't? Could he risk looking out the window? His ears hurt with the strain of listening.
A noise! Outside. The muted thud of the sky-broom bar rattled in its slots. He grinned. They'd have trouble just finding the safety catches. A sudden flare of light: a match? Hunching down, he got to the kitchen door, crammed his body to one side so he had a partial view of the outer gates but wouldn't be seen. Since his eyes were accustomed to the night, he made out two dark burly figures struggling to lift the sky-broom bar. Then another black shadow, visible crossing the pale cobbles, joined them. Three? That was the number Pinch reckoned would come over the weaver's roof. Their initial job would be to open the outer gates and let the others in. He heard once again the muted thud as the sky-broom bar refused to lift from its brackets. He suppressed a malicious delight in their frustration. Suddenly, outlined against the lighter building across the road, three shadows-heads and shoulders-loomed over the top of the gate. The figures disappeared back the way they had come. Had he heard muted cries? The three inside huddled together briefly and once again tried to lift the bar.