Warrenlaughed shrilly. "You plan to take us on together? My Leader is a dueler of renown and I certainly intend to defend myself."

"That is your right,"Wolf said, hoping they did not mean it. He drewDili-gence.Two more swords flashed from their scabbards. He was gambling, of course, that their ward was already fleeing between the chimney pots and they would play for time, rather than fight seriously.

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He was wrong. Quintus stayed out, but Warren was recently married, un-willing to die, and a deadly fencer. The rugs made for tricky footwork and ab-sorbed the sound, so only clattering metal broke the silence, just panting breath and starry gleams from the steel. They worked their way around the hall, with Wolf doing most of the recovering, but in the end he got his back to the light and used that advantage to find an opening.

As he stood in bitter triumph over the body, sobbing for breath and bleeding like a pig from what Warren had done to him, he heard Quintus chuckle in a soft, macabre mockery of his boisterous mirth back in the days of their innocence.

"That was the easy part," he said. "Try your teeth on me, Sir Wolf."

He came forward in a whirl of rapier and the King's Killer had no chance at all. Quintus drove him into a corner, pricking and jabbing without mercy, adding scars to his face with a surgeon's precision, and all the time cackling.

"You don't need all that much ear....A little more leer . . ." Conjury could heal cuts, but not replace missing flesh. Soon Wolf was fighting with an arm over his forehead to keep the blood out of his eyes.

Repeatedly Quintus cornered him, cut him some more, then let him break free, just to drive him back the other way. No swordsman in creation could have held him off and Wolf was convinced thatDiligencewas on her way to the sky of swords when his opponent suddenly hurled his rapier down and ripped his doublet open. And laughed.

"Oh, Lynx! You think he had a laugh when he was at Ironhall, you should have heard him then.The Yeomen two streets away heard him."

Lynx's eyes were still not back to normal, but he was interested enough to forget his own plight for a moment. "What happened?"

"I killed him.The point is that his ward was dead, Lynx. Elboro fell off the roof and saved Athelgar the headsman's hire. Quintus's binding snapped and he knew it right away."

"So?"

"You still can't sleep."

Lynx shrugged stupidly, still bemused."I fainted from lack of blood."

"I saidsleep.Your binding's intact.Your ward's still alive."

Lynx's eyes seemed to shine like a cat's then. "Celeste? Alive?"

"She has to be.You're still bound!"

She had not been taken for the sake of her jewels and dropped over-board.That was not the explanation.

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12.By the time the morning bell began its clamor, Wolf had finished writing a full report of his progress so far, little as that was. He had wrapped the bizarre wooden mace for shipment to the Privy Council and copied out parts of Lynx's testimony for Master of Archives, so that Fell and Mandeville would receive due honor in theLitany.He had also raided the kitchens for a quick breakfast. Snow was falling but the wind was veering to the south, which on Starkmoor usually meant a break in the weather.

He found Hogwood in a hallway, cornered by Tancred and Rivers, both of them smiling inanely as they practiced making conversation to a female person. Other boys slunk by at a safe distance, young ones smirking, others pouting enviously but knowing better than to intrude. She looked more exhausted than she had the previous evening, but if she had been using some sort of conjured stamina on the journey, she would almost certainly suffer aftereffects.

Wolf himself was still one huge ache, but he beamed cheerily and saluted. "Good chance, Inquisitor!

Any instructions for me this fine morning?"

"Ride out in the blizzard and freeze to death," she said sourly.

Rivers guffawed.Tancred frowned warily, trying to work out the play.

"I would, but I have to defend you from these lecherous characters."

Tancred took Rivers by the elbow and led him away.

"Why do you pretend I'm in charge?" Hogwood said. "Wouldn't Ironhall be pleased to know that the King had chosen a Blade in such an emergency?" Wolf shrugged."Just habit. A dagger up my sleeve.

And I care noth-ing at all what Ironhall thinks.We must ride to Quondam today." She glanced at the white nothing beyond the windows. "When the weather improves."The fear was back, suddenly.

"Come plague, earthquake, or tidal wave, I ride to Quondam today."

"Let me know when you leave so I can testify at the inquest."

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"I just tried." Her eyes glinted at scoring a point. "He's still uncon-scious. One casualty died in the night-"

"Which one?"

"The cook. One of the grooms is capable of answering simple questions now, but can add nothing new."

"Good work,"Wolf conceded. "I'll go and try my hand. If I'm not in the infirmary, you'll probably find me in the gym."

An hour later he was little wiser.The witnesses' estimates of the in-vaders' numbers ranged from eighty to a thousand, so he was inclined to trust Lynx's guess of three hundred.There had been at least two of the cat-masked warriors on stilts, and the farmer who had witnessed Lynx's fight with one of them confirmed that the freak had singlehandedly felled two Blades and another swordsman. He also insisted that the mon-ster had managed to get back on its feet afterwards. That sounded im-possible, but others had seen its corpse in the bailey later.

Wolf's need to reach Quondam was urgent, for this was the fifth day since the attack.The wind was definitely dropping, though, and he could wait a little longer.

He went across to the gym and learned that Tancred could now beat him black and blue at sabers, as he had been able to do with a rapier for the last half year.The lad was a wonder. Bowman swore he was the best since Durendal, and certain to start winning the King's Cup as soon as he joined the Guard. Some of the lesser lights ventured to try out against the killer, too, and a couple gave him a worthy workout.

Aware that he lacked patience to be a good instructor,Wolf tendered what ad-vice he could, and those who could recognize the gulf between fencing as a sport and real-blood sword fighting were eager to learn from a man with so many scars.

But noon was approaching and he must leave soon to reach Quon-dam before dark. He found Hogwood in the library, going over incan-tation scrolls with Intrepid, who was sitting very close to her.

They looked up at the newcomer as if he ought to kneel.

"A clear need for Veriano's Excoriation," Intrepid said.

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"Don't bother, I'm leaving anyway,"Wolf retorted. "It's a fine after-noon for a ride."

"You can't see your nose in front of your face out there, man. I know that you wouldn't want to, but even you can't be crazy enough to risk the moor in this weather."

"Watch me. Have I left out anything, Inquisitor?" Wolf handed his report to Hogwood, who performed her usual instantaneous reading and returned it.

"The pattern of injuries," she said. "I have seen no wounds except your brother's that could not have been caused by clubs like the one Sir Intrepid gave us. Broken bones and cracked skulls are commonest. Cuts and puncture wounds are largely confined to the men-at-arms, and a couple of male servants, both large men."

Annoyed that he had not seen that,Wolf sat down at the next table and reached for a quill and inkwell.

"So the teeth were reserved for se-rious opponents? Why?"

"It would seem that the invaders hoped to disable rather than kill, but I cannot suggest a reason. Sir Intrepid, I need a few words with Sir Wolf."

Intrepid's face flushed to match the red in his hair. He sprang up and strode out the door, slamming it loudly behind him.

Wolf signed the report and sealed it. "The snow's stopped, almost."

Hogwood said, "You do not seriously intend to set out across the moors in this fog?"

"I have a compass."

Her mouth and neck were tense with fear, but he could not tell whether she dreaded the journey or something waiting at Quondam.

"Sir Wolf,"she said with unusual respect,"will you answer a question?"

"Ask it and see."

"This is not just nosiness. It is relevant to your mission today. Ac-cording to Sir Intrepid, you have slain more Blades than I was informed. Eight, he says."

"You are surprised that your bosses tell lies?"

"And I have also learned that the very first of your victims, Sir Hengist, was your closest friend here at Ironhall."

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The sort of friend a man finds only once or twice in his lifetime; the sort of friend a man would die for.

Wolf just nodded.Words to an inquisitor must be carefully dispensed.

Hogwood said, "There were witnesses when he died, including in-quisitors. Deliberate cold-blooded murder, I was told."

"An indiscretion. But Hengist was the first, and once a man devel-ops a taste for blood it soon becomes a habit. It really is time to leave now. I'll have Intrepid send a courier-"

Her eyes were very large and very dark. "Candidates Hengist and Viper were bound as Blades to the Duke of-"

"Don't call him that! Garbeald wastrash! And when even the King had to admit it and sign the warrant, someone had to arrest him."

Only Blades could hope to arrest Blades, so Vicious went in person, taking twenty of the Guard. His scar and his hatred of inquisitors dated from that night. That was the start of the slaughter, although they hadn't known then that the Thencaster Plot was coming and there would have to be many more arrests.

"Garbeald fled, with his Blades," Hogwood persisted.

"Of course. But I fail to see what this has to do with-"

"They were cornered at Hobril. Garbeald was taken into custody, but only after Sir Viper had been killed and Sir Hengist gravely wounded."

"Don't forget the other casualties, Inquisitor. Be exact. Four guards-men, two inquisitors, and six men-at-arms. Commander Vicious almost lost half his face that night."Oh, how those two fought! The entry in theLitanydid not do them justice.

She grimaced. "The fighting was over, the Duke in custody. An in-quisitor was applying conjured bandages to Sir Hengist, trying to save his life.You pushed him aside and ran your sword through the prisoner's heart. It was cold-blooded murder."

"Was that what happened? The witnesses disagreed."

"The Blades all lied, yes.You escaped without even a reprimand."

Not true.Vicious upbraided Wolf for being so public, but he was harder on Florian and Sewald for not doing their work properly earlier.

"Your best friend, and you murdered him!"

"When you are older, you will learn not to listen to gossip."

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"Don't you dare patronize me like that!" "Grow up. It's time to go."Wolf headed for the door.He must not,wouldnot, remember Hengist drenched in his own blood- gasping in agony, yet tortured even more by the intolerable shame of having be-trayed his king and failed his faithless ward. He and Viper had fought like legends against impossible odds and now he faced certain madness when Gar-beald was hanged, as he was. Cruelest of all memories was the dawn of hope in his eye when he saw his old friend arrive and the relief when Wolf reached forDiligence....The nod.

"Wait!" Hogwood shouted, jumping up and slamming her hands on the table. "Then Sir Jared, SirWarren . AndQuintus! The champion! You actually went in alone against two-"

Wolf turned in the doorway. "I am going to Quondam now, In-quisitor. If you prefer to remain here and jabber with all the old women, I will quite understand."

"Listen to me! Those Blades wanted to die, yes?"

"Definitely irrelevant."

"So do you!" she yelled."Don't you understand? Right now, you're setting off across the most treacherous ground in Chivial in dense fog. That's suicide! Ever since you killed Hengist you've been trying to killyourself."

"If you believe such nonsense, girl, you're in the wrong profession. See that report gets sent to the Council." Wolf slammed the door on her.

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Skilled huntsmen knowing all forms of spoor . . .