Wrapped in a smothering cocoon of self-pitying anger, Corvis didn't realize he'd stormed clear through the small bazaar of vendors' stalls and open carts where he and Irrial had agreed to rendezvous.
Only when he felt a hand on his shoulder and spun, fists rising, did he comprehend where he was. He recognized Irrial-in time, thankfully, to arrest his punch-and the scents of roast meats, smoked fish, and sweet fruits finally penetrated the thick fog blanketing his mind.
'Aw, you should've hit her. When else are you going to have the chance to pretend it was an accident?'
"Damn it!" As swiftly as he'd returned to his senses, he seemed to forget that it was he who'd left their meeting point behind, forcing her to chase him down. "Don't sneak up on me like that. I-Irrial, what's wrong?"
"Come with me. Quickly."
She launched into a barely restrained pace that threatened to break into a run at every step, and Corvis fell into lockstep behind. Again he was utterly oblivious to the hawking shouts and brightly fluttering pennants of the marketplace, though now his vision was obscured and his gut churned with worry rather than anger.
They cut across one corner of the bazaar, and the baroness finally led him to a halt directly in front of…
"Another alley?" Corvis complained. "Isn't there anywhere-"
He staggered as Irrial bodily shoved him into the narrow walkway, caught himself just in time to avoid tripping over his feet, and found himself staring downward.
"Oh, gods. Seilloah…"
It had happened before, twice, on their way to Denathere. But then the witch had slunk away in secret, on her own, returning in a new form when it was all over. Never before had Corvis seen it.
The arm-length lizard that was her current shell lay on its side, body heaving as it struggled to breathe. Limbs spasmed; its jaw hung open and drooled a thin, blood-tinted soup. Even as they watched, scales sloughed from its hide, exposing open sores and necrotic skin beneath.
Corvis dropped to one knee with a dull splash, scattering the slimy refuse of the alley. A finger reached out, stroked the creature's squamous crest. "What can I do?"
She twisted her head his way, and Corvis gagged as a faint ooze trickled from beneath one eye. The jaw twitched, just once. The lizard emitted the faintest squawk, a sound that might, just might, have been "Cor…"
And then, with a final shudder, lay still.
"Seilloah?" It was a whisper, at first, then a cry almost loud enough to be heard beyond the alley. "Seilloah!" He searched frantically, actually digging through the garbage as though some other animal might lie hidden therein. "Seilloah!"
It couldn't end this way! Not for her…
"I'm here, Corvis." The voice was weak, her breath ragged and gasping. "I'm all right."
From atop a fence, a tortoiseshell alley cat bounded to the ground, stumbling slightly. Corvis frowned at the awkward landing, and wondered if the patches of mange on the creature's fur had been there moments before.
"Don't scare me like that, Seilloah," he said, slumping against the wall.
"Scare you?" It was peculiar, more so even than listening to it speak, to hear a cat laugh. But then, more seriously, "I'm not sure how many more times I can do that."
"What about a person?" Irrial interjected. Corvis jumped a bit. He'd all but forgotten she was there.
"What about a person?" he asked.
"Seilloah, I mean. Wouldn't a human body last longer, since it's meant to house a human soul?"
Four eyes, two human, two feline, widened in shock.
'Say, that's not a bad idea. The lady may not be entirely hopeless after all.'
"Oh, for the gods' sakes… I'm not advocating it. You two haven't completely corrupted me. I'm just wondering why you don't do it."
"Can't be done," Seilloah said. "Not by any magics I practice, anyway. It's because of the soul. I can't impose mine on a body that already has one, and I can't ride anything that's already dead."
Irrial nodded. "I guess that makes sense."
"I hope so. I'm too tired to explain it any further."
Corvis reached a hand toward the cat. "I can carry you, for a bit."
"That might be nice." She sniffed and recoiled as he hefted her in his arms. "Corvis, are you drunk?"
He couldn't help but chuckle. "No, I'm not drunk. I had just enough ale to make them think I was getting sloshed along with them."
"Well," Irrial muttered impatiently, "I hope you learned more than I did. Nobody I spoke with wanted to say much. Thought it an unseemly topic. Might drive away customers."
"A bit," Corvis said as they moved back into the crowded streets. Seilloah climbed from his arms and draped herself across his left shoulder. "It seems-Seilloah, must you?"
She froze, claws half extended, in the midst of kneading his chest. "I'm sorry, Corvis. Instinct, I suppose. I'll try to pay more attention."
"I'd sure appreciate it." He turned back to Irrial. "So it seems the killings occurred in two separate locations: the ducal keep, which is probably crawling with more soldiers than a brothel offering free samples, and a home belonging to the majordomo of one of the Guildmasters. I'm thinking that'll be the easier one to get into."
To get into, perhaps, but not necessarily to find. While Corvis had wormed the house's general vicinity from the soldiers in the Third Sheet, he felt he'd have been pressing his luck trying to pin them down to specific directions. For long hours he and Irrial wandered the streets of one of Denathere's fancier neighborhoods, nodding politely to passersby in colorful bloused tunics, gleaming brocades, and whatever other foolishness the aristocracy could foist off under the guise of "style." They dodged horse-drawn carriages trundling over cobblestones, squinted at homes whitewashed to a blinding sheen, gagged at the cloying aroma of flower gardens that had survived the sweltering summer, and found nothing at all out of the ordinary.
Yes, Corvis had anticipated that any obvious signs of violence would have long since been swept away, but he'd figured on spotting some indication-a house with a boarded-up window or a newly replaced door, a property that pedestrians crossed the street to avoid, something.
"That one." Seilloah, whom Corvis had thought to be sound asleep on his shoulder, raised her muzzle at a modest house they'd passed twice already-when the witch actually had been asleep.
"Are you sure?"
"I smell old blood."
Corvis shrugged at Irrial, drawing a sharp yelp of protest from his passenger. "I guess that makes sense."
"As much as any of this does," the baroness replied.
As casually as they could, they lingered, watching. Now that they were focused on it, they did indeed note that the locals quickened their pace just a bit as they went by, as though fearful of being spotted by someone within.
"All right," Corvis said finally to Irrial. "I think we wait for evening, and then you keep watch on the road while I take a look inside."
"Maybe I should go. If there's trouble, it's likely to be outside, right?"
He shook his head. "I'm not looking to get into a fight with the guard, Irrial. Besides, you don't know what to look for. If anyone shows up who you can't distract or dissuade, I'll give them my bounty hunter story."
"I'm not sure that'll justify you being inside the house."
"It's a better excuse than you could-"
"Or," Seilloah interrupted, "you could, you know, send the person who won't draw any attention or suspicion at all since she happens to be a cat just now."
Corvis turned away, so embarrassed that he was certain even his beard must be blushing. "Say, I've got a thought," he told them a moment later. "Why don't we send Seilloah?"
The tip of the witch's tail flicked against the back of Corvis's neck. "What a remarkable idea," she said. SILENT AND INEXORABLE as an embarrassing memory, Seilloah padded across the yard. A frightened sparrow took off in a flutter of feathers, while a handful of insects and what sounded like a squirrel skittered away through the garden, but otherwise no one and nothing marked her passage. She remained fixed on her objective, ignoring both the vague urge to chase after those fleeing creatures, and the hot, infected ache of lesions forming beneath her matted fur as feline body and human soul seared each other.