"Wolf,Wolf! You're a child!"

No, she was the child, but he discovered he believed her and his anger veered. "I wish you'd told me.

I'd have stunned him."

She shook her head, amused."No, you wouldn't.You'd have snarled at him, but you love him too much to hurt him. And he loves you. He told me you'd always been father and mother to him."

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enjoy."He asked me if we were bed partners. I said we weren't, because I knew what he had in mind. I hoped you'd see what he was up to and get jealous. And you didn't even notice!" She took a draft of porter. "Served me right-I surely had my hands full from then on!"

"Well you missed your chance. He's gone, I'm sure." "If he caught the tide, he is." "How do you know the state of the tide?" "You can see the river from the palace." She grinned in childish triumph-one more point to her. "He has ten crowns and some silver I gave him. Can he get to Tlix-ilia on that?" "I think Lynx could get to Tlixilia on one copper groat as long as he had his sword and his binding was driving him."

"Likely." The problem was not Lynx, it was Athelgar. If that man truly appreciated his Blades and what they gave up in his service, he would recompense Lynx for four years' lost wages and give him every possible help to go in search of his ward. But a better man would never have bound Lynx to a strumpet in the first place.

"Dolly!" said a new voice. "Mother's looking for you."

The youth standing over them was slight of build, with whiskers too scanty to hide boyish rosy cheeks, but he was wiry enough to be dangerous.The dagger on his belt would almost qualify as a short sword.

Young men who went armed with things like that were liable to be questioned by the Watch unless they were dressed like gentlemen, and this boy's fustian jerkin and cheap hose suggested a clerk or secretary.

Hogwood frowned at him. "Tomorrow." "She needs help with the apples." "Get Frank to help!" The youth shrugged and then curled his lip at Wolf. That sort of open contempt usually heralded an insult inviting a fight. Royal guards-men were forbidden to brawl with either fists or swords, but they had been known to treat chronic bad manners with minor surgery.

"Put it in writing, Flicker!" Hogwood snapped. He shrugged and walked away. "An inquisitor,"Wolf said. "You were talking code."

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She emptied her tankard and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "Mothermeant they want me for an important assignment right away.Applesmeans Flicker himself is probably going to lead it. I told him to eat rocks. Let's see how the tracker is doing."

They headed for the stair, and Hogwood walked as straight as Wolf did.

"You were showing off there, weren't you?" he said. "You're not tipsy in the slightest." Quaffing a pitcher of porter that fast would blur a blacksmith, let alone a sylph like her.

She laughed and squeezed his hand. "It's a Dark Chamber party trick."

"I'm not Lynx," he said, hurt.

"That wasn't what I intended!"

No? When she knew they must go back to the bedroom?

She allowed him a proper look at the tracker that time. It seemed to be an octagonal tile with the painting of a swallow on it, except that the image swiveled on the ceramic like a compass needle.

"A good strong trail," she announced when they reached the street. "You go in front."

The coming of noon and some sunshine was bringing out the crowds, but people made way for a man wearing a sword, so he led, turning corners as directed from behind. He was annoyed to discover that Lynx had known a shorter route to Greasy Tom's than he had.They did not go in; Hogwood picked up the trail returning, then veering off toward the river.

Big ports like Grandon were busy, smelly, noisy, and endlessly fasci-nating. The people, the ships, the goods, the birds ...even otherwise nondescript buildings and wagons gained reflected luster on a water-front. Wolf was not in a mood to admire scenery that day, though. He kept hoping they would find Lynx on a ship waiting for the next tide, or prowling the dockside taverns looking for a berth, but the spirits of chance withheld their support.

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three men before finding one who could tell him that the last vessel to use that berth had been theLady Polly,departed for Gevily on the morning tide.

They turned and retraced their steps.

"Gevily,"Wolf said hopefully."Wrong direction. I might be able to catch him in Gevily."Except that Wolf was still a bound Blade and could not desert his ward.

Hogwood took his arm."He just needed to get out of Chivial. He'll jump ship when she puts in for water, in Isilond or Thergy. He's a grown man,Wolf. He's driven by his binding and there's no way you or anyone can stop him.What could you have done if we'd caught him?"

"I could have taken that accursed plate off him so he isn't leaving Chivial as a fugitive. I have some money I could have given him-not much, but some. I could maybe have persuaded him to wait until we or-ganized some help for him, some proper finance perhaps.. . ."

He could have said goodbye! But Lynx was gone, and all for the sake of a shoddy trinket and a king who didn't know the meaning of gratitude. He could never dare return.

Wolf walked in silence most of the way back toThistle Street , his hatred of Athelgar boiling like vomit.

At the tavern door, Hogwood caught his arm again, and this time pulled him into a corner, away from the passersby. "Wolf, the assignment Flicker was telling me about is Tlixilia."

"You're joking! They'd send you into that fever-pit jungle? Pirates and cannibals and death?"

She nodded."Think about it.We . . . the Dark Chamber ...we had no warning of Quondam. It took us completely by surprise. It means Chivial has enemies we've never suspected. Thanks to you and Lord Roland, we now knowWhokilled all those people, but we still don't knowWhyand we do not have a clue aboutHow! Of course we must send people to investigate! Of course one of them must be a conjurer, and I'm the best they've got who isn't senile.The Chamber will do any-thing it can to get its hands on that enchantment!"

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arm, "that if I run across any trace of Sir Lynx there, then I'll do what- ever I can to help him."

"Is this a final desperate effort to enlist me?"

"No." She smiled sadly. "It's a final miserable goodbye.Will you kiss me,Wolf ? Just once?"

Trust her? Dare he trust her? He had worked with snoops before, more often than any Blade ever had, probably. He'd picked up a little of their code. "Put it in writing," she had told Flicker, and then she'd said it meant he was to go and eat rocks. But that was not what "Put it in writing" meant. It meant something like "The mission is proceeding as planned. Target will be met or exceeded."

So what if it was?

"Would they still send you if you were married?" he asked.

Oh, spirits! Could even an inquisitor fake that look of joy?

"No! They don't split up married couples.They'd send both of us!"

The combination was irresistible-marry Dolores, track down Lynx, and be rid of Athelgar, all in one roll of the dice.

Wolf cleared his throat, wondering if he were cutting it. "Then if the offer is still open ...we could get married, I suppose."

She did not flinch. "Can you rephrase that with a couple of ro-mantic epithets and maybe an endearment?"

"No. I'm a killer, not a hypocrite. I'm not asking for a proper mar-riage. Spirits, I know what I look like! Finding that on the pillow every morning would be lifelong torture. You realize we have known each other barely more than a week? But you get me out of the Guard and I'll get you out of the Tlixilia mission, if that's what you want. If you really want to go, then I'll come with you and see if I can locate Lynx. But after that we can go our separate ways."

She regarded him quizzically. "It won't be legal until it's consum-mated."

"If you can stand it, that would be no problem for me." Her scent was tantalizing-mostly damp hair, but he found even that exciting.

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have earned it."The absurdity of her smiles was breaking his heart.This was only business for her, why could it not be business for him?"You can't be thinking a real marriage! I can'treallymarry anyone. I can't support my-self, let alone a wife. I have no money, no skills except killing, and my face makes children scream. No one would hire me."

"We snoops will."

He laughed. "Killing people? That's all I am, girl, a killer! You want my privateLitany? Hengist, Hotspur, Reynard, Rodden, Jared, Arundel, Warren, and Quintus! Plus, of course, beloved Inspector Schlutter.

The Dark Chamber may need a monster, but you don't. I'mdangerous!"

"No killing," she said firmly. "When I reported this morning that you didn't kill for pleasure, Grand Inquisitor said they knew that. They wanted you for something else. And I want you for this . . ." She kissed him.

She was a tall woman; he had no need to bend his head. She was surprisingly strong and she did know how to kiss. It was the sort of kiss that could lead to charges of public indecency. It was not the sort of kiss a man could ignore. It demanded cooperation and it lasted long enough to leave his scruples in ruins.

"Oh,Wolf !" she whispered into his collar."Forget the Dark Cham-ber! Blades don't need permission to marry and neither do we. I want a real marriage! Bed and loving. And children, of course. I do want chil-dren because I want to be the sort of mother I never had, but I'd like to wait a few years yet, and spirits know we're young enough. A few years' adventure first, yes? Why not Tlixilia? We can be rich!

Oh, Wolf ! We're a good team!" She looked up, eyes full of stars."That's what I want.You, and someday children by you, and a lot of love. I won't settle for less. Tenderness? Caring? That's not too much to ask. Adventure and wealth maybe. But no killing."

He could say only, "You're crazy!"

"Will that be a burden, a wife insane enough to be hopelessly in love with you? Decide! You must decide now,Wolf. Right now!"

"You really mean this?"

"Absolutely."

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"Darling, I love you, will you marry me?"Was that the King's Killer talking?

"Oh, yes!"

"Now?"

"Instantly."

This time he began the kiss and by the time they could breathe again he had stopped caring what the Dark Chamber wanted of him. He would be an assassin if he must.

Two men in overalls came stumbling out the Pine Tree door. The taproom beyond was jammed full and raucous. Wolf led Hogwood in and almost fell over Emil, cleaning up broken pottery and spilled ale. He jumped up to move his pail out of their way.

"Master Montpurse, I am sorry to trouble you when you are so busy.Would you do me a quick favor?"

He wiped his hands on his apron. "If I can, Sir Wolf."

"I wish to marry this person. Will you and your wife consent to witness?"

The innkeeper waited a beat before saying, "I have done almost everything imaginable to oblige Blades, Sir Wolf, but I have never mar-ried one. Blades don't go in for marriage much."

"Sometimes it is a necessary, er, blessing. Isn't it, Dolores?" Belatedly, he put an arm around her and she snuggled against him. Tall, but slen-der. Now she felt dainty, vulnerable, precious.

"Yes, indeed," she said solemnly."Necessary and urgent. I may give birth at any moment."

Montpurse allowed himself a small smile."You wish me to call for silence and announce a wedding?"

"No!" Wolf said, having recognized a couple of Blades among the taproom throng."We mustn't keep the King waiting any longer than we have to."

The minimum the law recognized was a man and a woman declar-ing before two witnesses that they were over the age of thirteen and were now married. Notaries and everything else were optional.The tra-ditional six-question ceremony felt right and everyone knew it, but even that was not required.

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They went into the kitchen. Montpurse asked Wolf the three ques-tions. An outraged Mistress Montpurse asked them of Hogwood. After sixI do's it was done.The bridegroom slid a heavy gold ring with a jade stone over two of the bride's fingers and told her to keep her hand closed.

"Thank you, master and mistress," he said. "If anyone asks, of course, you will confirm that this ceremony took place, but for the next hour or so, should anyone come looking for us, would you revert to more normal Blade treatment and tell lies for me?"

He lifted his wife into his arms and ostentatiously trotted up the stairs with her. It was time for some masculine assertiveness.

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