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To Owyn he said, ‘‘Do you know any of the prominent families of Romney?’’

‘‘Not well,’’ said Owyn, ‘‘but as my father’s a baron, and I’ve got enough names to drop around, I should be able to get an invitation to tea or supper from someone around here.’’

James said, ‘‘Good. I’ll snoop around.’’

‘‘Where?’’ asked Owyn.

James grinned. ‘‘In parts of the city where wise men fear to go.’’

Owyn nodded. ‘‘What else?’’

‘‘Do you know a Baron Cavell, north of here?’’ asked James.

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should. He’s my uncle. My mother’s uncle, actually, but only a few years older than she. Why?’’

‘‘Richard of Romney says he’s being stalked by the Nighthawks.’’

Owyn said, ‘‘That doesn’t surprise me. Uncle Corvallis always had a hot temper and an unforgiving nature. Made it easy for him to collect enemies. Still, I find it hard to imagine that anyone wants him dead.’’

James shrugged. ‘‘That’s what Earl Richard said the Baron of Cavell claims.’’

Gorath said, ‘‘If they wanted him dead, he’d be dead.’’

James said, ‘‘Well, according to Richard, your uncle Corvallis is hiding out in a room in a house in the middle of Cavell Village, with armed guards in every room.’’

Owyn nodded. ‘‘The old keep was gutted mysteriously in a fire years ago. The family’s been living in the best house in the village since then, and talking about restoring the old keep, but at this point it’s still abandoned.’’

James said, ‘‘Well, we might have to go talk to your uncle if we can’t find the Nighthawks down here.’’

Gorath observed, ‘‘I haven’t noticed much difficulty in finding them.’’

James nodded agreement. ‘‘Too true.’’

They finished their meal and turned in for the night.

The shout had barely registered on James the next morning and he was out of bed, grabbing his trousers and boots. Gorath was also awake and reaching for his sword. Owyn stirred on the pallet next to Gorath’s, and said, ‘‘What?’’

‘‘Sounds like a riot is commenced,’’ said Gorath.

James listened to the sound, and said, ‘‘No, it’s something else.’’

He finished dressing and hurried down the hall to the stairs to the common room. As he approached the front of the building, he could hear the voices from out front. The landlord stood at the door to his inn, listening as people hurried by.

‘‘What is it?’’ demanded James.

With a dark look, the innkeeper said, ‘‘Murder. The cry is murder has been done in the night.’’

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‘‘Murder?’’ asked Owyn, coming down the stairs. ‘‘Who?’’

‘‘I don’t know,’’ said the innkeeper. ‘‘But they’re saying it was done over at the Black Sheep Inn.’’

James was through the door before the words had vanished from the air, Owyn and Gorath following. He didn’t bother to go and saddle his horse, but rather sprinted through the streets, following the flood of people who swept along like a stream, heading across the bridge toward the main square of the city.

As he neared the square, he found a press of people being held back by a few men with pole arms, all wearing armbands.

None of the Royal Lancers was in evidence. James had to push his way through the crowd, and when he reached the front, he was barred by a man holding a pike.

James pushed aside the pike, shouting, ‘‘On the business of the Crown!’’

The man obviously wasn’t prepared for that and hesitated, letting James, Gorath, and Owyn pass. But he managed to keep others back as Richard, Earl of Romney, came striding across the square, toward the fountain. He saw James, and exclaimed, ‘‘Squire!’’

James crossed to where he waited, and said, ‘‘My lord? What is it?’’

Barely able to speak because of his rage, he pointed to the open door of the Black Sheep Inn, and said, ‘‘Look!’’

James hurried to the entrance.

Entering the commons he saw Royal Lancers, sprawled across tables or on the floor, their eyes vacant and fixed. He needed no healer or priest to pronounce the men dead. He looked over at a cowering stableboy, who had found the bodies when he had come in for breakfast an hour earlier, and said, ‘‘All of them?’’

The boy was so terrified he could barely speak. ‘‘Sir.’’ He nodded. ‘‘The officer is in his room upstairs, and the sergeant and some of the others. The rest died down here.’’

Gorath crossed to the table and picked up a mug of ale.

He sniffed at it. ‘‘Poison,’’ he said, ‘‘or I’m a goblin. You can smell it.’’

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sense of smell keener than his own, for he could detect no odor beyond that of warm ale. He noticed a slight black sediment in the mug. He fished out a tiny bit with his finger, then touched it to the tip of his tongue. Spitting it out, he said, ‘‘You may be right, and there may be poison in this ale, but what you’re smelling is tarweed.’’

‘‘Tarweed?’’ asked Owyn, looking pale despite the number of corpses he had seen already.

James nodded, putting down the mug. ‘‘Old trick in some of the seedier inns in the Kingdom. Tarweed is nasty stuff in large amounts, but in small doses it makes you thirsty. You lace bad ale with it, and the customers drink it like it was dwarven winter ale.’’

‘‘Can it kill you?’’ asked Owyn.

‘‘No, but there are many tasteless poisons that can,’’ said James.

He turned to the boy, and said, ‘‘What’s your name?’’

‘‘Jason,’’ the boy answered, terrified. ‘‘What are they going to do to me?’’ he asked.

‘‘Nothing, why?’’

‘‘I served these men, sir. My master always said the care of our guests was our responsibility.’’

James said, ‘‘Perhaps, but you couldn’t know the ale was poisoned, could you?’’

‘‘No, but I knew something was odd, and I didn’t say anything.’’

James was now acutely interested. ‘‘What was odd?’’

‘‘The men who came with the ale. We buy our ale from the Sign of the Upturned Keg down in Sloop. I know the wagon drivers. This time it was strange men.’’

James took Jason by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. ‘‘Is there anything you can tell us about these men, anything special?’’

Jason stared at the ceiling a moment, as if struggling to remember. ‘‘They were dark men, maybe Keshians, and they spoke oddly. And they seemed worried, but they didn’t say anything. One wore a medallion that swung out from under his tunic when he leaned over to hand a keg down to his partner.’’

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‘‘What did it look like?’’ demanded James.

‘‘It had a bird on it.’’

James glanced at Gorath and Owyn. ‘‘What else?’’ asked James.

‘‘They told me to forget I had ever seen them,’’ replied Jason.

‘‘And they smelled funny, like sailors from Silden do when they come here, like sun on canvas and flowers.’’

Gorath and Owyn began inspecting the room, while James went outside. He saw Earl Richard, rooted on the same spot he had occupied when James had entered the inn. The shock of the murders had rendered the Earl nearly unable to function. James had seen it before with men who were unused to bloodshed. He hurried to the Earl and said, ‘‘My lord, what do you propose?’’

Blinking as if he had difficulty understanding James, Richard echoed, ‘‘Propose?’’

James pointed at the crowd, and said, ‘‘You must tell them something. Disperse them before things get any uglier than before. Then the bodies must be attended to.’’

‘‘Yes,’’ said Earl Richard. ‘‘That’s so.’’ He mounted the fountain and stood where everyone could see him. ‘‘Citizens of Romney,’’ he shouted, and as the words came from him, James could see that speaking before the citizenry was something the Earl did often, for the familiarity of the task returned his wits.

‘‘Go to your homes!’’ commanded the Earl. ‘‘Stay calm. Black murder has been done, and those responsible will be hunted down and punished.’’ He jumped down and waved over a constable. ‘‘I want someone from the Riverpullers and the Ironmongers here in five minutes.’’

‘‘Damn!’’ said the Earl to James. ‘‘I need to send to Cheam for more troops. Black Guy won’t be pleased when he learns fifty of the King’s Own have died in my city.’’

‘‘Nor will the King,’’ observed James. Seeing the Earl’s face cloud over at the mention of King Lyam, James said, ‘‘My companions and I will do anything we can to help.’’

‘‘The best thing you can do right now, Squire, is find out who is behind this.’’

‘‘I already know,’’ said James. He told them of the tarweed and the two men who appeared to be from Silden.

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‘‘Nighthawks!’’ whispered the Earl, so as not to be overheard by any of the crowd who were slowly leaving the area.

‘‘Damn! I almost wish it had been Damon Reeves or Arle Steelsoul behind this.’’

‘‘Why them?’’ asked James.

‘‘Because then I could hang one or the other with cause and end two problems for the price of one. Reeves runs the Riverpullers, and Arle Steelsoul is the head of the Ironmongers’ Guild. They are at the heart of the dispute.’’ He indicated two men approaching. When they were standing before the Earl, he said, ‘‘Tell your respective factions that I have had enough with violence in Romney. I hold the heads of the Riverpullers and Ironmongers personally responsible for the good behavior of both sides of this dispute. Any further violence, and I will hang them, side by side, from the city gate. Carry word back to them now!’’

The first man, one of the Ironmongers, said, ‘‘But Arle Steelsoul’s down in Sloop!’’

‘‘Then carry word to Sloop,’’ instructed the Earl.

James said, ‘‘M’lord, I will do that.’’ The two men exchanged glances, as if asking who the stranger was to bear such tidings to the leaders of the two warring factions.

The Earl said, ‘‘Pass the word that Arle’s and Damon’s lives will be forfeit if there are any more problems in my city.’’ The two men bowed and ran off.

‘‘Can you enforce the threat, m’lord?’’ asked James when the men were out of earshot.

‘‘Probably not, but it may shock them into behaving themselves until the next detachment of soldiers arrives.’’ He looked at James. ‘‘Why do you choose to go to Sloop?’’

‘‘Because that’s where the poisoned ale is from, and because I think we need to continue on down to Silden after that.’’

‘‘Then tell Steelsoul and Michael Waylander that I expect both men to be here in three days’ time, along with Reeves and the other local leaders of the various factions, and should either not appear, I will know he has a hand in black murder.

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don’t care if they have to pee on the floor, or die of starvation, I’ll have an end to this business before any of them sees the sun again.’’

Convinced of the Earl’s earnestness in the matter, James said,

‘‘My companions and I will be off in an hour, m’lord.’’ He bowed and returned to the Black Sheep, where two workers were helping Jason move the bodies so they could be piled up on a wagon and taken from the city for cremation. Owyn waved James over.

‘‘Find anything interesting?’’

‘‘Just this,’’ said Owyn. He held out two items. One was a small silver brooch, looking like an oversize spider.

‘‘What’s this?’’ asked James.

‘‘Turn it over,’’ said Gorath.

James did as he was bid and saw a large groove running down the center of the item. In it a tightly packed gummy substance could be seen. James lifted the device to his nose and sniffed. ‘‘Silverthorn!’’ he said.

‘‘Are you sure?’’ asked Owyn.

‘‘I’d recognize that odor, anywhere, trust me,’’ replied James.

‘‘It’s an assassin’s tool,’’ said Gorath. ‘‘You run the edge of a dagger along that groove and even if you don’t strike a killing blow, the victim dies within hours.’’

‘‘What else?’’ asked James.

Owyn held out a brass tube with glass at each end. ‘‘A spyglass?’’ asked James.

‘‘Look through it,’’ suggested Owyn.

James did, and his perspective altered. The colors through the glass changed, and he suddenly saw shifting patterns on the clothing of his companions as well as on the walls of the building. Pulling it away from his eye, he said, ‘‘What is this?’’

Owyn said, ‘‘It’s magic. I will have to study it, but I think it lets you see things you otherwise can’t see, such as magically hidden items.’’

James looked down at the two items. He wished he had better clues, but these two would have to do as a start.

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D ARK SHAPES MOVED IN THE EVENING SHADOWS.

James pointed to them, and Owyn asked, ‘‘What?’’

Gorath said, ‘‘I see them.’’

They had ridden south at midday, pushing the horses as much as possible, to reach the village of Sloop and deliver the Earl’s ultimatum to Steelsoul and Waylander. As sundown approached, they had crested a rise and come within sight of town. Armed men were filtering through the trees at the north end of the town, heading toward a clump of houses.

Gorath urged his horse forward, pulling his sword. James and Owyn were on his heels a moment later. They charged the men, while James started shouting, ‘‘Alarm! Raiders in the village!’’

He knew that depending on the makeup of this village, the response to a call of alarm would either be for the men of the village to rush out with weapons in hand, or for doors and windows to be locked down. In the West he knew there would be a dozen men in the streets to meet the invaders in a minute.

Here in the relatively calm East, he wasn’t so sure.

As they passed the first house, he saw a curious face peeking through a window. Again he shouted, ‘‘Raiders in the village!

To arms!’’

The man slammed his shutters, and James could imagine him barring the door as James left the house behind.

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horse atop the man. James considered that he probably should devote at least one afternoon teaching the dark elf how to fight effectively from horseback.

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