"Come on, Gord," the a.s.sa.s.sin wheedled. "We've known each other for a long time. I would never set you up or even finger you. All I knew was that a mark had been set up, and that everyone would make a big score."

"What about the murders? As a master of the council, you must have been Informed,"

Gord said as he leaned on his sword. The weapon didn't actually threaten him, but the killer knew that the -young man holding it would not hesitate to run its sharp-edged length through his gut if he thought Albin was stringing him along with lies. Albin didn't like that thought at all.

"What I said about that before is gospel, Gord. I can't tell you anything else."

"Okay. You're lucky, old chap. I believe you so I'll allow you to live. See you around. Albin."

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Next came someone from the distant past. Albin had given Gord enough to enable him to find who he was looking for without any problems. As if reliving past actions.

Gord was back in the Enclave, not far from the dwelling of the dead fence, Basil.

Among the trade buildings he looked for a tall, ^rectangular one set back off the arteries, as if a storehouse. There was Just enough light from the false dawn's milky paling to discover the place desired. It was of old brick and quarried limestone. Weathered and deserted-looking.

Gord rubbed his palms together briskly and began to climb. He pressed himself against the rough surface, becoming one with the stones and bricks. Fingertips here, boot there, always three firm holds before moving upward. The roof projected about three feet from the wall. That didn't bother Gord in the least. Keeping a firm hold, he reached up and back with his right arm. His fingers felt the edge, slid around, located a rough, steady place along the edge above. He let go with his left hand and feet, swinging by one arm fifty feet above the pavement, the wind whipping his cloak in a flapping streamer, almost as if he had wings. With his left hand Gord explored until he found another secure hold. Then he pulled himself up to the steeply pitched slate roof.

Now came the most difficult part, for the slates were not firm, and he had to press flattened palms and squirm upward with shoulders, chest, belly and thighs. His feet were used more to check any slip than to propel him up the slope. Bits of slate slipped but none fell. As difficult as the last part of the climb was, Gord managed it rather quickly and without mishap.

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The slanting roof ended abruptly. It surrounded a shaft about twenty or so feet deep. Around this shaft were windows and doors. The upper two stories of the building housed a penthouse of sorts, sheltered from view. There was a little garden in the depression and Gord could hear the splash and tinkle of a fountain playing in the darkness yet unpierced by the coming sun. There was more splashing, and what sounded almost like a soft hooting, several giggles, and a man's laugh. Gord didn't hesitate. Grabbing the inner edge of the roof, he somersaulted, slowing the tumble by holding on a moment, then plummeted down the remaining distance into the enclosed garden.

The soft thud of his landing and the sound of his roll and slapping contact coming erect alerted the man depositing himself in the fountain's pool. He jumped out, trying to reach his sword, the two girls with him shrieking and getting in his way as they reacted to the noise and the man's evident fear. "Who the h.e.l.ls dares to enter here uninvited?" the man bl.u.s.tered in a deep voice as he managed to get his weapon in hand.

"I thought it acceptable to drop in on an old a.s.sociate, Sunray. ... Or do you prefer to be called Raynald these days?"

, "Gord? How did you escape the Prae . . .." His question died for he could think of nothing to cover the slip.

"Don't concern yourself. Sunny-boy. Lies won't save you. I know the whole rotten truth," Gord lied. sure that Sunray would have no way of knowing any differently.

"IVe come to even the score."

"That's a laugh, you cheap little rogue," the tall, handsome man said without humor.

"You just got what was coming to you - or you will soon. You couldn't take me before, and you're no better now.

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You're dead If you try to get away, and if you stay I'll kill you!"

Now it was Cord's turn to mock, but his laughter was real. "A blowhard and a braggart still, Raynald! You were a worse thief than I always. A fumble-fin-gered, blabber-mouthed egoist. Worst of all for you. Sunny-boy, you can't use a sword worth s.h.i.t"

The taller man backed toward an open door fading into the penthouse. The doxies who had bteen entertaining him had disappeared through it as the two antagonists fenced with words. Raynald ,now seemed intent on retreating there himself.

"Running inside won't save your fat a.s.s," Cord said, sliding forward rapidly, eyes never leaving his opponent Raynald never replied. He turned and dashed into the doorway, pulling a drape across151 the opening. Gord followed in leaps and bounds as a cat moves. With a slash of his dagger, the drapery was gone. Gord then crouched low, instinctively. A buzzing above his head made him glad he did. The crossbow bolt's wind ruffled his dark hair in pa.s.sing.

Still low, the young thief dashed inside, moving quickly to the right, for the bolt seemed to have come from the left. Such a weapon took too long to reload, and Gord knew that his enemy would be waiting with sword once again. It was a pity that the first rays of the sun were now coloring the cloud-dappled sky overhead with touches of carmine and magenta. In a minute the fiery reds and oranges of full dawn would replace the darker hues. Gord would have no advantage of magical vision in the dark.

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gauche. "You thought I'd fight unequally armed?" he demanded, using his chin to indicate Cord's own long dagger.

That moment almost did Gord in. for he was distracted by the gesture and inference of fair play. His eyes went to his dagger for a split-second, and in that time Raynald launched himself into the attack. Gord managed to catch the descending falchion in time to take nothing more than a nick. He managed to parry Raynald's dagger thrust, too. The taller man had the advantage, however, and now he pressed it, forcing Gord to back up and stay in a constant posture of defense.

"You . . . see . . . weakling . . . runt!" Raynald said as he struck with a flurry of hammering blows and backhand slashes in an attempt to beat Cord's defense down.

"I ... told . . . you ... I'd ... aackl"

Gord had slipped under a backhand sweep of the falchion and struck with his shortsword. The point stabbed into the taller man's thigh before he could step back.

There!" Gord shouted as he slashed and cut the returning right arm with his dagger.

"A double lesson for a second-rate swordsman. Now save your wind for gasping your last breath." Just then the very tip of Raynald's poniard caught Cord's own right arm, and the scratch thus inflicted burned tike molten fire.

"A kiss in return!" the bigger man panted, with a wolfish smile and gleam of antic.i.p.ation in his eyes.

"You filth!" Gord screamed at him. "You use venom on your dag!"

"Isn't that tough t.u.r.ds, you whining cheat! You'd have used two weapons to my one - or none, I'll wager. Now I'm the better armed, and you cry foul. Poor little Gordy,"

Sunray mocked.

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arm where the poisoned blade had cut it Gord allowed the rage to grow, but he checked it short of the point where it would blind him to his situation. The young thief fought carefully but fiercely, defending, countering, and slowly the feeling returned to his right arm again. "Now, Raynald. we come to the last test!" Cord called to his opponent in cold fury, and he matched the challenge with a combination of attacks that sent the taller man back in panic. - A hit scored! Another!

"Rot you. Gord!" Raynald cried in a fury of his own. "How do you resist the venom?"

he demanded, for both wounds he had received came from the shortsword wielded by Cord's poison-touched right arm.

"My anger, you vile snake, countered your rotten venom. The blood flows freely and cleanses the wound." Even as he gave his enemy the truth. Gord laid to with blinding speed and power, sending the falchion flying as his shortsword slashed Sunray's arm in the process. Closing as quickly, Gord pinned the man's poisoned dagger with his own while he pressed his sword to Raynald's belly.

"Spare me." the taller man pleaded.

"Why? You would not have granted me mercy!"

"Because I can tell you the whole plot!"

"I told you, scoundrel, I already know everything there is to know."

The man Gord had once known as Sunray nearly whined in his eagerness to save his life. "Not quite everything, I'm sure. There's no way you could know everything. I'm152 an a.s.sa.s.sin now, you know." he hurried to explain before Gord cut him off - literally! "And because of that I'm privy to everything. If you grant me my life, I'll tell you all. Look. Cord, IVe even got secret papers hidden ..." As he said this Raynald made a move toward something.

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Gord wasn't sure exactly what Sunray had intended to do, because in the next instant the man's head simply vanished!

"G.o.ds!" Gord exclaimed.

"Oh. Gord! I saved you!" Summer cried. Thanks be that I managed to get up here quickly," she added, panting.

"What the devils are you talking about, woman?r the young thief demanded in angry confusion.

The blonde woman looked stricken. "The poisoned dagger, Gord. I saw him shifting it to strike as he distracted you with his talk. I managed to cast my dweomer just in time. I simply pointed my wand, uttered a certain word that shall remain my secret, and sent the man's head into another dimension - one in which there is no such thing as air. Your friend here died of suffocation. But better him than you!"

"What are you talking about? I had everything under control. Summer! Sunray was about to give me-"

"Sunray was about to give you the point of his terrible blade - right in the intestines!" Summer interrupted.

"s.h.i.t! I had that blade pinned; Sunray couldn't have struck, could he?"

"He could have, and would have. Gord. Why are you being so difficult? I just saved your life!"

Summer looked like she was about to cry . . . again. "She seems to do that real well." Gord mused suspiciously to himself. Aloud he said. "How did you find me?"

"I followed you, of course," she said, now sporting a warm smile. "I didn't think you should take the risk alone. Your scaling of the wall took me by surprise, though. You can climb, Gord! Anyway, I wasn't magically prepared to follow, so I fretted and 381.

waited below, wondering what was happening. Suddenly, two shrieking trollops flew out the door I was near. They left it open, so I simply went inside and climbed the stairs until I found you."

Gord nodded. "Sounds sensible." He decided to change the subject "Let's search this place as quickly as we can. Summer, and then we'll get out of here and back to where I can do some thinking."

Half an hour later the two were heading back Into the Old City. Summer said she had to find a friend in the Foreign Quarter, someone who had books of magic spells, for hers had been left behind in the Inn of the Seven Quills. Gord didn't argue. He had things of his own to take care of, and time was running out. Half of his time was gone, and he seemed no closer to learning the truth than he was before. He had obviously lied to Sunray about what he knew. And their search of Raynald's apartment had turned up a blank - almost "I'll see you at dusk at your safe place, Gord." Gord looked Summer in the eyes. "Be careful." He followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight. Then he turned and quickly made his way to the cellar hideout. Changing into garb not typical of the attire he usually wore, and selecting false papers, the young thief headed for the eastern gate of Old City. Sleep would have to wait. Perhaps he*d sleep permanently otherwise.

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with the mighty stoneworks and structures that protected the city from the east and housed half of its regular soldiery. Swarms of peddlers, traders, and suppliers of goods and services came daily to the Bastion. Gord was easily lost in this throng.

Merging with the press, he was soon deep inside the fortress. It was as simple for him to emerge later and return the way he had come.153 After getting something to eat at a run-down tavern in the Labor District, Qord returned again to his hideout. After taking his usual precautions, the young adventurer stripped, washed himself, and settled down to catch an hour or two of sleep. He had to be up and ready when darkness fell. Until twilight he could rest.

"How can you sleep?"

"Quite well when I don't have you yelling at mel" Gord answered in a laconic voice, remaining p.r.o.ne, eyes closed.

Summer came over and sat down on the bed. "Here IVe been working hard to gain magical powers to help you, and all the while you do nothing but sleep! I can't believe it!"

Gord sat up and patted her leg. "One must get a little rest now and then. I'd hoped to be able to come up with something. I'm sure that somewhere *in the back of my mind I have a key which could unlock this mystery. No matter how I try it eludes me.

I fell asleep trying.. .."

"Do you have a plan for this evening?" Summer asked with a worried expression.

Gord pressed his lips together in a thin line, and his brow furrowed in thought for a moment. "Yes and no. Sunray, or Raynald as he called himself these days, said he was an a.s.sa.s.sin. I can only presume that he meant he was a guild member. Before I was convinced that the Thieves Guild was behind 383.

the whole thing, but now I realize I might have been trying to slit the wrong purse.

What I aim to do-Is find out If I'm right by Founding up a few of the a.s.sa.s.sins I know and questioning them - painfully if necessary."

"And then?"

"If I draw a blank there, too, I think I'll simply try to get out of Greyhawk before my time Is tip. There is a connection, though. Raynald was scared, begging. He didn't lie when he told me that he knew everything about the scam run on me and the whole series of murders. There are powers and planes Involved - 1 know that!"

Summer seemed taken aback at the last a.s.sertion. "What do you mean? Is this some struggle for supremacy between thieves and a.s.sa.s.sins? I think it so too. Gord, but neither side would dare Invoke any of the lower planes for such a contest. That would surely alert the oligarchs and bring ruin upon the contending parties."

"What makes you think this is so petty a quarrel? If great clerics of evil are involved - those of Asmo-deus, for example - and are leagued with some powerful organization outside Greyhawk. then the guilds or guild involved are only instruments in some larger scheme."

"That sounds pretty far-fetched. Six murders and a deception worked on a rogue thief. You are building castles of sand to stave off an invasion of wind!"

"I saw the ruby mark of Asmodeus on Raynald's breast"

"So he worshipped the arch-fiend? Many of his sort do," the woman said with flat practicality. You should be seeking a murderer, not looking for convoluted machinations of monumental proportions. Your life is at stake, Gord!"

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The young thief looked unconvinced. "If I am right, the whole city - and more - is at stake here. Perhaps I am an addlepated fool, but I must follow my hunch."

"All right," Summer said with resignation. "How am I to help?"

"Raynald was near the top in the organization of a.s.sa.s.sins. How else would he have had access to the information he spoke of?"

"He could have been lying, you know," Summer offered softly.

"I don't think so. Anyway, there are thieves help-Ing, but I am sure that the whole show is being run by the guildmaster of a.s.sa.s.sins under the direction of the chief priest of the cult of Asmodeus." Summer gave a sign to ward off diabolical attention. Gord ignored the implication and went on. "If my inquiries prove fruitless, and I have to get clear of here, I'll leave a complete rundown on what I've learned . . . and what I suspect. The Praefecture will keep that sort of bone in its teeth, and one way or another the truth will come out then!"

"You still haven't told me what to do to help you."

Gord took her slender hands in his, pressed them together, and then kissed her gently. "Sum-"mer, I want you taking no more risks than are necessary. As a magus you are adept at scribery. Stay here and write a full report of what has occurred so far. including what I suspect. We'll need such a doc.u.ment right or154 wrong. Pen, Ink, and parchment are In that drawer," Gord added, pointing to a compartment In an old traveling desk standing nearby. Summer seemed unconvinced.

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must see the papers get to Magistrate Vatman. I'll have sent another message too ...

If I'm able . . . before disappearing."

"If you do flee. Gord. where can I meet you? I can't bear the. thought of never seeing you again!"

"IVe thought of that too. but don't worry. If I am alive. I'll be at a place called the Inn of the Brothers of One and a Score, a small drinking house just west of the village of Gawkes Mere. Ask for a man known as Hop the Savant. He'll lead you to where I hide. Come at once though. Summer, for I'll not linger1 so near Greyhawk for more than one or two days."

As the blonde spell-worker sat down with pen and parchment, Gord slung his sword, donned his cape of dark blue velvet, and departed.

As soon as the young man went through the door and shut it behind him. Summer slipped a curious ring onto her finger and disappeared from sight. Invisible, cloaked In total silence, she followed Gord through the underground tunnels and up onto the deserted streets beyond. She followed him still, going undetected behind him while he traversed a broad thoroughfare, went up a narrow lane, and then stepped out onto a busy street leading to the Foreign Quarter. From her vantage point at the mouth of the lane. Summer observed a squad of gray-clad soldiers marching toward him. Gord appeared uncertain as to what to do; then he turned and started back for the lane from where Summer watched invisibly. But before he could come near, a pair of officers with red tabards and twice as many sergeants came out of a doorway and were upon him.

"You are under arrest, Gord the thief." one officer said sternly. "Come with us now!