Someone touched his arm, a feathery light hand. He looked back, expecting Minsy,in no mood for her - and looked up instead into eyes like a statue's eyes, asunfocused and as vague, in a male face old/young and beardless. The man wasblind.

'Hanse called Shadowspawn?' The voice was like the man, smooth and sere.

'What's my business with you?'

'You lost a friend.'

'Ha. No friend. Acquaintance. What's it to you and me?'

The groping hand caught his arm and directed it to the other hand, which caughthis fingers - he began to resist this eerie familiarity, and then felt theunmistakable metal heaviness of a coin.

'I'm listening.'

'My employer has more for you.'

'Where?'

'Not here. Do you want a name? Come outside.'

The blind man would have taken him out the front, among the others, followingthe crowd. Hanse pulled him instead to another door, out into the back alleywhere few had gone and those already vanished. 'Now,' Hanse said, taking theblind man by the arm and backing him against the wall. 'Who?'

'EnasYorl.'

He dropped his hand from the blind man's arm. 'Him. For what?'

'He wants to talk to you. You come - recommended. And you'll be paid.'

Hanse took in his breath and fingered his coin, looked down at it a space, foundit new minted and heavy silver, and reckoned uneasily in what quarters he wasrecommended. Coin of that denomination was not so easily come by ... but EnasYorl - the wizard took few visitors ... and there were things lately amiss inSanctuary. Things larger than Hanse Shadowspawn. Rumours filtered down into theMaze.

Sjekso dead, unmarked, and Enas Yorl - offering money to talk to a thief: theworld was mad. He walked it for the narrow lane it was.

'All right,' he said, because Yorl had a long reach and because ignorance scaredhim. 'You show me.'

The blind man took his hand, and they went, down the alley and out again. It wasso unfaltering a progress, so lacking a blind man's moves, that Hanse inevitablysuspected some sham, such as beggars used - an actor and a good one, he thought,appreciating art.

Mradhon Vis fretted, paced below the balcony at the wooden stairs he had foundlast night. It was a place as sordid as any in the Maze, unpainted boards andage-slimed stone, a place atilt towards the alley and propped on boards andbraces. It breathed decrepitude.

And more and more as he waited in this unlikely place, he gnawed on the thoughtof his hoped-for patron ... dead, it might be, victim along with Sjekso, lyingunfound as yet in some other alleyway. He had been mad to have gone off and lefta woman in the backways of the Maze; a cat among hounds, that piece... and gone,snatched up, swallowed up - with friends, gods, more than likely money like thathad friends and enemies. His mind built more and grimmer fancies ... of princesand politics and clandestine meetings, this Sjekso perhaps more than he hadseemed, this woman casting about money to be rid of a witness too much for theman she was with, an expedience -

He built such fancies, paced, stalked finally halfway up the creaking length ofthe stairs and came back down in indecision - then up again, gathering hiscourage and his resolve. He reached the swaying balcony, tried the door.

It swung inward, never locked or barred. That startled him. He slipped the knifefrom his belt and pushed the door all the way open - smelled incense and spices,perfumes. He walked in, pushed the door very gently shut again. A dim light camefrom a milky parchmented casement, cast colour slantwise on a couch spread withrusset silk, on dusty draperies and stacks of cloth and oddments.

Wings snapped and rustled. He spun about into a crouch, found only a large blackbird chained to a perch against the wall in which the door was set. His heartsettled again. He straightened. He should have smelled the creature: no largebird lived in a place without some fetor ... but the perfume and the incensewere that strong, that he had not. He ignored the creature, poked about amid thedebris on a table, feminine clutter of small boxes and brocade.

And the steps creaked, outside. He cast about him in a sudden fright, knife atthe ready, slid in among the abundant shadows of the room. The steps reached thetop, and the bird stirred and beat his wings in gusts as the door opened.

Black robes cast a silhouette against the daylight; the lady turned unerringlyin his direction, took no fright at him or the knife, merely closed the door andreached up and dropped her hood from a tumble of midnight hair about a sombreface. 'Mradhon Vis,' she said quietly. She belonged in the dark of this place,amid the clutter of worn and beautiful things. It was incredible that she couldever have walked through sunlight.

'Here,' he said, 'lady.'

'Ischade,' she named herself. 'Do you make free of my lodgings?'

'The man you were with last night. He's dead.'

'I've heard, yes.' The voice was unreadable and cool. 'We parted company. Sad. Ahandsome boy.' She walked to the slight illumination of the parchment panes,drew an incense wand from others in a dragon vase and added it to the one whichwas dying, a curl of pale smoke in the light. She looked back then. 'So. I haveemployment for you. I trust you're not fastidious.'

'Not often.'

'You'll find rewards. Gold. And it might be - further employment.'

'I don't shy off at much.'

'I'll trust not.' She walked near him, and he recalled the knife and nipped itinto its sheath. Her eyes followed the move and looked up at him ... grave,so very grave. Women of quality he had seen tended to nutter the eyes; thisone stared eye to eye, and he found himself inclined to break the contact,to look down or elsewhere. She extended her hand, close to touching him, amove he thought might be an invitation to take liberties of his own.

And then she drew the hand back and the moment passed. She walked over andoffered the bird a morsel from the cup at the side of the stand. The creaturetook it with a great flapping of wings.

'What do you have in mind?' he asked, vexed at this mincing about, with so muchat stake. 'It's not legal, I'll guess.'

'It might involve powerful enemies. I can guarantee - equally powerfulprotections. And the reward. Of course that.'

'Who's to die? Someone else ... like that boy last night?'

She looked about, lifted a brow, then turned her attentions back to the bird,stroked black feathers with a forefinger. 'Priests, perhaps. Does that botheryou?'

'Not unduly. A man wonders -'

'The risk is mine. So are the consequences. Only I need someone to take care ofphysical difficulties. I assure you I know what I'm about.'

There was more than the scent of incense about the place. Of a sudden there wasquite another thing... the smell of wizardry. He gathered that, as he had beenpicking up the pieces all along. It was not a thing a man expected to findeverywhere. But it was here. And there were crimes done in the Maze, by thatmeans and others. Spells, he had dealt with, at least at distance... had a hintthen of more rewards than gold. 'You have protections, do you?'

A second time that cool look. 'I assure you it's well thought out.'

'Protections for me as well.'

'They'd be far less interested in you.' She walked back to the table, to thelight, a shadow against it. 'This evening,' she said, 'you'll earn the gold Igave you. But perhaps, just perhaps, you ought to go out again. And come backagain when I tell you. To prove you know that my door isn't yours.'

Heat surged to his face, words into his mouth. He thought of the money and itstifled the rest.