I scratched at my beard and considered. "I've a friend whose cousin wished to send something across the river. He had heard that Nik might know someone who could take it for him. He promised my friend's cousin that he would send a bird, to let Nik know we were coming. For a fee, of course. That was all, a paltry matter."

He gave a slow nod. "I've heard of folks hereabouts who do such things. It's dangerous work, yes, treasonous work, too. They'd pay with their heads if the King's Guard caught them."

"That they would," I agreed readily. "But I doubt that my friend's cousin would do business with the kind of folk who'd get caught. That was why he was wishing to speak to Nik."

"And who was it sent you here to seek this Nik?"

"I forget," I said coolly. "I'm afraid I'm rather good at forgetting names."

"Are you?" the man asked consideringly. He glanced at his sister and gave a small nod. "May I offer you some brandy?"

"That would be most welcome," I told him.

I managed to pry my arm free of Starling as we entered the chamber. As the door shut behind us, Starling sighed in the welcome warmth. This room was as opulent as the other was bare. Rugs coated the floor, tapestries lined the walls. There was a heavy oak table with a branch of white candles for illumination. A fire blazed in the huge hearth before a half circle of comfortable chairs. It was to this area our host led us. He snagged a glass decanter of brandy as he passed the table. "Find some cups," he peremptorily ordered the girl. She seemed to take no offense at it. I guessed his age at about twenty-five. Older brothers are not the kindest of heroes. She handed the whittler her pigeon, and gestured both of them out before she went to find cups.

"Now. You were saying," he offered when we were settled before the fire.

"Actually, you were saying," I suggested.

He was silent as his sister came back with cups. He passed them to us as he filled them and the four of us raised cups together.

"To King Regal," he suggested.

"To my king," I offered affably, and drank. It was good brandy, one Burrich would have appreciated.

"King Regal would see folk like our friend Nik swinging," the man suggested.

"Or more likely in his circle," I suggested. I gave a small sigh. "It's a dilemma. On the one hand, King Regal threatens his life. On the other hand, without King Regal's embargo on the Mountain, what livelihood would Nik pursue? I heard all that his family's holdings grow these days is rocks."

The man nodded in commiseration. "Poor Nik. A man must do something to survive."

"That he must," I agreed. "And sometimes to survive, a man must cross a river, even if his king forbids it."

"Must he?" the man asked. "Now, that's a bit different from sending something across the river."

"Not that different," I told him. "If Nik is good at his trade, the one should no more tax him than the other. And I'd heard Nik was good."

"The best," the girl said with quiet pride.

Her brother shot her a warning glance. "What would this man be offering to cross?" he asked quietly.

"He'd offer it to Nik himself," I said as softly.

For a few breaths the man looked into the fire. Then he stood and extended a hand. "Nik Holdfast. My sister Pelf."

"Tom," I said.

"Starling," the minstrel added.

Nik held his cup aloft again. "To a bargain in the making," he suggested, and again we drank. He sat and asked immediately, "Shall we speak plainly?"

I nodded. "The plainest possible. We had heard that you were taking a group of pilgrims over the river and across the border into the Mountain Kingdom. We seek the same service."

"At the same price," Starling chimed in smoothly.

"Nik, I don't like this," Pelf broke in suddenly. "Someone's tongue has been wagging too freely. I knew we should never have agreed to the first lot. How do we know…"

"Hush. I'm the one taking the risks, so I'll be the one to say what I will or will not do. You've naught to do but wait here and mind things while I'm gone. And see that your own tongue doesn't wag." He turned back to me. "It will be a gold each, up front. And another on the other side of the river. A third at the Mountain border."

"Ah!" The price was shocking. "We can't…" Starling dug her nails suddenly into my wrist. I shut my mouth.

"You will never convince me the pilgrims paid that much," Starling said quietly.

"They have their own horses and wagons. Food supplies, too." He cocked his head at us. "But you look to be folk traveling with what's on your backs and no more."

"And a lot easier to conceal than a wagon and team. We'll give you one gold now, and one at the Mountain border. For both of us," Starling offered.

He leaned back in his chair and pondered a moment. Then he poured more brandy all round. "Not enough," he said regretfully. "But I suspect it's all you have."

It was more than I had. I hoped, perhaps, it was what Starling had. "Take us over the river for that much," I offered. "From there, we're on our own."

Starling kicked me under the table. She seemed to be speaking only to me as she said, "He's taking the others to the Mountain border and across it. We may as well enjoy the company that far." She turned back to Nik. "It will have to take us all the way to the Mountains."

Nik sipped at his brandy. He sighed heavily. "I'll see your coin, begging your pardon, before we say it's a bargain."

Starling and I exchanged glances. "We'll require a private moment," she said smoothly. "Begging your pardon." She rose and taking my hand, led me to the corner of the room. Once there she whispered, "Have you never bargained before in your life? You give too much, too fast. Now. How much coin do you truly have?"

For answer, I upended my purse in my hand. She picked through the contents as swiftly as a magpie stealing grain. She hefted the coins in her hand with a practiced air. "We're short. I thought you'd have more than this. What's that?" Her finger jabbed at Burrich's earring. I closed my hand around it before she could pick it up.

"Something very important to me."

"More important than your life?"

"Not quite," I admitted. "But close. My father wore it, for a time. A close friend of his gave it to me."

"Well, if it must go, I'll see that it goes dearly." She turned away from me without another word and walked back to Nik. She took her seat, tossed the rest of her brandy down and waited for me. When I was seated, she told Nik, "We'll give you what coin we have now. It's not as much as you ask. But at the Mountain border, I'll give you all my jewelry as well. Rings, earrings, all of it. What say you?"

He shook his head slowly. "It's not enough for me to risk hanging over."

"What's the risk?" Starling demanded. "If they discover you with the pilgrims, you'll hang. You've already been paid for that risk in what they gave you. We don't increase your risk, only your supply burden. Surely it's worth that."

He shook his head, almost reluctantly. Starling turned and held out her hand to me. "Show it to him," she said quietly. I felt almost sick as I opened my pouch and fingered out the earring.

"What I have might not seem like much at first glance," I told him. "Unless a person were knowledgeable about such things. I am. I know what I have and I know what it's worth. It's worth whatever trouble you'd have to go through for us."

I spread it out on my palm, the fine silver net trapping the sapphire within. Then I picked it up by the pin and held it before the dancing fire. "It's not just the silver or the sapphire. It's the workmanship. Look how supple is the silver net, see how fine the links."

Starling reached one fingertip to touch it. "King-in-Waiting Chivalry once owned it," she added respectfully.

"Coins are more easily spent," Nik pointed out.