The Alabaster Staff (12 page)

With the weather, the only portals to the building likely to be open were the front door and the chimneys. Just to see, though, Kehrsyn tried the rear door, which she assumed was the servants’ entry. The bolt had been thrown, and it was secured with a dwarven bronze lock, which was an obstacle Kehrsyn was not certain she could overcome.

That left the front door and the chimney.

Either way, she thought with concern, I’ll be dropping right into the fire.

She was confident in her ability to move quietly and to use the natural camouflage of light and shadow. Those were tricks that had kept her alive since childhood. She trusted in her natural dexterity, her lightness of touch, and her ability to prevent collateral noises when pilfering. She was concerned, however, with her ability to get doors opened, especially if they were locked or ensorcelled.

The fear of becoming enchanted, blasted, or turned to stone gave Kehrsyn pause. Magic that might disfigure or cripple her made the score not worth the risk … until she reminded herself that the alternative was to be turned in for the murder of a Zhent guard. She drew in a deep breath
between her teeth, tried to evict such thoughts from her mind, and steeled herself for the task at hand.

She studied the building from a safe vantage point down the street. She pulled out the map and pored over it, correlating the exterior features with the interior layout. She marked the streets and nearby doors and side streets, as well as the various items in the alley—items that might be obstacles or cover.

Then she ran through a variety of potential scenarios for breaking in and navigating the building. Many did not seem feasible, and the rest required moving through areas that were, in all probability, occupied by the inhabitants. She tapped her teeth with her fingernail as she thought through the possibilities and outcomes, then tried to divine ways to defeat the various weak points of her plans. For once, she was happy for the nightly dragnets that sought to evict her from the city. They had given her much practice in developing strategies, foreseeing complications, and preparing fallback plans.

The cold slowly crept through her cloak and clothing as she sat inactive, but she didn’t notice until the map started trembling with her shivers. She got up, put away her map, picked up her bag, and began walking briskly away, looking to warm herself with exertion.

As she walked past the corner of Wing’s Reach, she failed to notice the sorceress watching her from a nearby rooftop.

Kehrsyn purchased a light dinner, but the butterflies in her stomach kept her from eating it all. The night weighed on her mind with everything that could go wrong, and the worry seemed to make her burned left arm throb all the more.

Dusk was beginning to fall, so Kehrsyn pushed her
plate away and left the small, crowded dining room of the resting house. As she stepped into the street, she saw that the snow had grown from occasional flurries to a continuous, if light, fall.

That was the first thing that could go wrong. The more snow that fell by the time she made her getaway, the easier it would be to track her. Kehrsyn would have to strike earlier than she wanted to.

She maneuvered to a wide thoroughfare and looked for the cordon of soldiers. Seeing them approaching, herding a variety of vagrants before them, she took her pouch of coins into her hand, loosened the drawstring, and waited until she saw a sizeable cluster of people moving up the street. A pair of families and assorted pairs and trios, all moved in a dispersed group for their respective homes. Kehrsyn strode out into the street, pacing her step so that she would be at their head.

As she approached the soldiers, she nodded in greeting and began to stride past as if it were the most natural thing in the world. As she tried to slide through their ranks, one soldier reached out and grabbed her right arm, just below the elbow. As he did that, she jerked her hand against his grip and spilled her purse of coins. The silvers and coppers scattered across the cobbles.

As expected, some of the other people—all the refugees and even a few of those with homes—made a quick move to try to retrieve some of the coins, causing the soldiers to turn their attention to them. Kehrsyn berated the soldier who’d “made” her spill her valuables, then quickly recovered as many of her coins as possible, pointing to various stray coins for other soldiers to recover.

Naturally, those who were about to be evicted from the city tried to use the confusion to work their way back through the cordon and hide away. Though the soldiers were too alert to let that happen, the activity kept them distracted. In the general chaos that followed her accident,
Kehrsyn concealed herself behind a loud tirade against “careless city constables,” an accusation the volume, content, and speaker of which the soldiers were only too happy to ignore.

Seeing that her words fell on deaf ears, she turned on her heel and stomped away. Thus she made her way deeper into the city, unchallenged by those assigned to turn her out.

Once safely out of sight, she counted her coins. She’d lost a silver and three coppers. It would have been more, but her swift and delicate fingers had snitched several pieces back from the open purse of a wealthy resident who’d been helping himself to her spilled coins. As punishment, she’d also slipped one of his gold coins to a particularly needy-looking refugee.

She started to make her way back to Wing’s Reach. There were advantages to making her move soon, she reflected. For one, the city guard would still be tied up primarily with ejecting the refugees from the city and therefore be less available to pursue a thief, were they to spot her. The snow was, of course, a second factor, and the chance that Wing’s Reach might lock up for the night was a third.

But most of all, and reason enough unto itself, it got the tasteless act done with. She wasn’t sure whether she’d deal with post-theft guilt better than she dealt with pre-theft trepidation, but she’d had enough dread for one day and was willing to try guilt, if only for variety.

She approached Wing’s Reach from the rear, diverting through the alley to drag a bale of hay from the stables across the street to rest against one wall, just beneath a pair of windows, one window on the second floor and one on the third. She pulled her dagger from its hiding place beneath the bag and tied its scabbard to the back of her left forearm with the scraps left over from her cut bootlaces. That done, she pulled a ball of twine from her bag, then concealed her bag against the wall under the hay.

With great reluctance, she untied her rapier and scabbard. She placed them in a large urn half full of rain. The thin ice covering cracked as she shoved the wooden scabbard through. She hated to treat her scabbard like that, but it would either soak in the ice for only a very short time or else she wouldn’t have need of it again.

She moved around to the front doors, which were as old-fashioned as the building was aged. Inertia alone held them closed, and the only way to latch them was with a large, heavy timber. She paused, breathing deeply and rapidly until she was on the verge of hyperventilating. Aside from being a part of her disguise, the slight fuzz it gave her brain helped quash her fears and reluctance.

She burst in the front door without knocking. As expected, she entered into a large foyer with a nicely tiled floor and smooth, white walls covered with traditional, stylized Untheric murals. To Kehrsyn’s left, a single lamp hung from a chain dangling from the rafter. Two guards sat at a small table beneath it, wrapped in their cloaks and playing at a game of sava. Kehrsyn’s sudden and loud appearance startled them. One tipped over the table—
sava
pieces, coins, wine, and all—as he burst to his feet and jumped back. The other displayed more presence of mind but less grace as he seized his khopesh, tripped over his cloak, and fell to his knees.

“What do you think you’re doing?” bellowed the guard on the floor, while the other tried to cover for his surprise by grabbing his weapon as well.

Kehrsyn labored with her lungs, noticing that, even inside the foyer, she could see the vapors of her breath in the air.

“Copper …” she panted, “copper for a message, sir?”

“Message for whom?” the guard asked, getting back to his feet.

“Anyone, sir,” Kehrsyn panted, “but time is passing.”

The two guards looked at each other.

“I’ll get Ahegi,” said one, and the other nodded.

Kehrsyn paced around the room, trying to regain her breath. At one end she staggered slightly, putting out one hand to steady herself and deftly unlatching the simple clasp that held the shutters closed. Hands on hips, she then moved across to the other corner of the room, cast open the shutters very deliberately, leaned out, and took a few deep breaths of the cold outside air.

“Close that up!” the guard grumbled. “It’s cold enough already sitting in here. We don’t need snow on top of it.”

“Sorry,” mumbled Kehrsyn, still breathing deeply.

She closed the shutters and pretended to latch them back shut. She heard footsteps returning to the entry hall, so she walked back over to the guards’ table and pulled her hair out of her face.

The second guard escorted a tall, powerful, harsh-looking man. Though he was strongly built, his physique had suffered badly for age and privilege. His head was shaved, and two concentric blue circles adorned his forehead, a traditional Untheric mannerism that signified that he was an educated nobleman versed in magic. The presence of a third ring would indicate that the wearer was a priest, but since the death of Gilgeam, the third ring was almost never seen. Gilgeamite priests had abandoned its use to avoid vengeance, and priests of other religions thought it prudent to follow the example.

The second guard pointed brusquely to Kehrsyn and said, “That is she, Lord Ahegi.”

The nobleman approached. Seeing his face, Kehrsyn had a flash of nausea, so she dropped her eyes to protect her expression from betraying her discomfort.

“You wished to see me?” he asked in a thin voice that sounded like it had been scoured by the sands for a hundred years.

“I wished to see someone, sir,” she said. “Copper for a message?”

“The message first,” Ahegi said.

“Sir, a new ship is just about to dock, sir. They’re piloting it in with longboats and lanterns. They say there might be food, sir, and who knows what all else. Thought you might like to know, maybe greet it at the dock.”

Ahegi pushed out his lower lip, nodded, pulled out a copper, and tossed it to Kehrsyn.

“Thank you, sir,” she said and turned to leave.

“Wait,” said Ahegi, and Kehrsyn was surprised at the commanding power his reedy voice had. She froze in her tracks, her back crawling. “Which dock is this ship using?”

Kehrsyn turned, glanced once at Ahegi, and looked back down at her feet.

“That’ll be another copper,” she said. “Sir.…”

She heard Ahegi inhale sharply, and in her peripheral vision she saw him rise up in anger and raise a hand to strike. She flinched away, and he stopped, his raised arm quivering.

“Very well,” he said through gritted teeth.

He tossed another copper. It landed on the floor, by the door.

“They said they’d take it to the Long Wharf, sir,” Kehrsyn lied. “It’s a large ship, you see, but maybe you can buy out the whole shipment before anyone else shows up, right?”

“Begone,” he said.

Kehrsyn was only too happy to obey. She wanted to be away from his abraded voice.

Knowing I’ll be stealing from
him
, she thought, certainly makes my next task more palatable.

H
is hooded cloak furled around him to ward off the chill, Demok moved through the streets of Messemprar. Ahegi’s bodyguard led the way, scanning the streets for danger, though few people were even out, let alone lurking around in such freezing weather. Ahegi followed, along with a smattering of aides, including one who carried a locked strongbox loaded with pieces of gold and platinum, some tradeweight pearls, and, hidden beneath a false bottom, a silver necklace studded with diamonds that looked more valuable than it actually was. Ahegi was fond of cheating greedy merchant captains.