"I'll go with Thrusher. I know where they're at at this hour," Cubert asserted.Cythen nodded agreement.

"Remember, a dead Stepson won't do us any good. So if you must kill one, hidethe body well-dammit."

"It'll be a pleasure," Cubert grinned.

"See that they get their swords," Walegrin said as Thrusher led the ex-hawkmasksfrom the room. He was alone with Dubro. "Now, you and I will search the backstreets-and hope we find nothing."

Dubro agreed. For one generally reckoned no smarter than the hammer he used,Dubro moved well through the darkness, leading Walegrin rather than being led.The latter had expected him to be a massive hinderence and had kept him apartfrom the rest, but Dubro knew blind alleys and exposed basements that no-oneelse suspected.

At length they emerged from the Maze to the stinking structures of the chamelhouses. Butchers worked there, gravediggers and undertakers as well. Slipperymounds of rotting flesh and bones stretched, undisturbed, down to the river. Thegulls and the dogs avoided this place, though the shadows of huge rats could beseen scurrying over the filth. They had found Rezzel here that morning-and lefther here. For a moment Walegrin thought he saw Illyra lying out there-but no, itwas just another jumble of bones, glowing with decay.

"She'd come here every so often," Dubro said softly. "You'd know why, wouldn'tyou?"

"Dubro-you don't think I-"

"No, she trusted you and she's not wrong in such things. It's just, if she werefrightened, if she thought she had no place else to go-she might come here."

"Let's go back to the bazaar. Maybe her people have found something. If not,well-I'll gather my men and whatever they've found in the morning. We'll dealwith Tempus from there." Dubro nodded and led the way, carefully, around theeerily glowing things lying on the mud.

Moonflower, who was as large among women as Dubro was among men, sat awkwardlyat Illy-ra's table when they entered the little rooms behind the awning. "She isalive," the immense woman said, rearranging Illyra's cards.

"Walegrin has a plan to get her back from the Stepsons," Dubro said. Betweenthem they almost filled the room. -

Moonflower got off the creaking stool and approached Walegrin, a predatorycuriosity in her eyes. "Walegrin-you've grown up!"

She wasn't tall; no taller than Cythen, but she was built like a mountain. Shewore layers of colorful clothes, more layers and colors than the eye cared torecord. Yet she could move quickly to trap Walegrin before he reached the door.

"You will rescue her?"

"I didn't think you S'danzo cared about her," Walegrin snarled.

"She breaks little rules and pays a little price-but not like this. You think ofthe mother. She broke the big rules and paid the big price. But wouldn't we alllike to break the big rules? She paid with her life-but we remember her here,"Moonflower pressed a beefy hand over her heart. "You go and bring her back, now.I'll stay with this one." She stepped aside and pushed Walegrin back into thenight. She probably wasn't very strong, but at her weight she didn't need to be.

Alone in the bazaar, Walegrin remembered what Illyra had said about the S'danzo.They were two societies, men and women, and their purposes were not the same. Ithad been the S'danzo men who had dismembered his father-and S'danzo men who hadcursed him. But it was the S'danzo women who had the power, the sight-

Walegrin made his way slowly up the hills behind Sanctuary to Balustrus' villa.His energy went into finding the ground with each foot. He'd need food and sleepbefore he could face Illyra's problems again. It occured to him that he wouldn'tbe able to leave until she was found, one way or the other.

A woman's weeping caught his attention. His half-asleep thoughts convergedaround Illyra as a shape rose out of the darkness and threw itself around him.By the smell it wasn't Illyra. He pushed Cythen aside and studied her indawnlight.

The jagged cut along the girl's face had been re-opened sometime in the night.Fresh clots of blood had twisted her expression into something worthy ofBalustrus. Tears and sweat made vertical lines across her dirty skin. Walegrin'sfirst impulse was to toss her headfirst into the brush. Instead he took her handand led her to a rock. He unfastened his cloak and handed it to her, tellinghimself he'd do the same for any of his men, and not entirely believing it.

"They've got Thrusher and Cubert's dead!" she sobbed.

He took her hands, trying to distract her from the hysteria that made her allbut incoherent. "What about Thrush?"

Cythen buried her face in her hands, sniffed loudly then faced Walegrin withoutthe tears. "We were Downwind, past Momma Becho's. We were trailing a Stepsonpair we'd been told passed that way after sundown carrying a body. Thrush wasleading, I was in the rear. I heard a noise. I gave a warning and turned to faceit, but it was a trap and we were outnumbered from the start. I never got myknife out-they had me from behind. It was a carry-off; they weren't trying tokill us. I went down before they hit me hard-but Thrush and Cubert keptfighting.

"I got my chance once we were back in the City, near the palace. I didn'tlinger, but they only had Thrusher with us-so Cubert's dead."

"How long ago was this?"

"I came straight here, and I haven't been here long."

"And you're sure it was the Prince's palace- not Jubal's?"

She became indignant. "I'd know Jubal's if I saw it. I'd have stayed and gottenThrush out if it had been Jubal's. The Stepsons and Tempus haven't had enoughtime to learn what any hawkmask knows about the mansion. But we were attacked byStepsons, anyway."

"You knew that?"

"By the smell."

Walegrin was too tired to continue sparring. He'd lost Thrusher who'd been withhim longer than anyone, who was more friend and family than lieutenant.Moreover, he didn't have a hostage to strengthen his position. It was impossibleto believe this scrawny, starving woman could escape where Thrush hadn't-

"You don't believe me, do you?" she said. "Thrush trusted me at his back. Hemust've fought until they hit him hard, where's I gave up sooner. That's thedifference, Walegrin, you say women have no honor because they'll lose first andwin later. You men have to win all the time or die trying. If I was in on it,would I have come back like this?"

"To lead me in," Walegrin challenged, but without conviction.

The sun was up when he slid the bolt of the villa-gate and led Cythen into thecourtyard. Balustrus was waiting for them. The metal-master already knew some ofthe night's events.

"Seems you won't be jumping early after all?" he accused.

"Yes, I'd planned to leave," Walegrin agreed. "The longer I stay; the tighterthe noose. I'm getting out. I leave you the ore, the necklace and the formulayou don't need anything else."

"It won't be that easy unless you've replaced Thrusher with that bone-bag behindyou. Word's come from the palace." Balustrus handed him a scroll with its sealbroken.

The writing confirmed Cythen's story that they'd been taken to the palace byStepsons. The Prince commanded Walegrin's presence in the Hall of Justice.Walegrin crumpled the paper and threw it into the dirt. He could have abandonedThrusher; he could have abandoned Illyra-but he could not abandon them both.

"Cythen," he whispered to her as they entered the room he shared with Thrusher.He looked about for a cleaner tunic. "No matter what, don't stop looking forIllyra, hear me? If you find her you take her back to the bazaar. The S'danzowill help, and Dubro. They won't ask about your past. Do you understand?"