James said, "I'll get pen and paper and copy these. By noon tomorrow I'll know who these makers are."

Arutha nodded and James sent a page scurrying off. In less than five minutes he was back and he said, "Squire, I've just been told they've been looking for you all evening."

Arutha glanced over and said, "Who are 'they'?"

"Jailer Morgon, sire, and his men."

Arutha indulged himself in a slight smile and said, "Why is the jailer looking for you, James?"

James said, "I'll go find out." He handed the pen and paper to William and said, "Do your best."

James left the examination of the dead men to the Prince and hurried along after the page. They parted company when the page headed upstairs to the main floor of the palace, while James turned and headed down deeper into the dungeon. He reached the door to the jailer's small apartment and knocked.

"Who is it?" came the voice from the other side.

"Squire James. You sent for me?"

"Oh, yes," said the voice. The door opened and Morgon the Chief Jailer looked out. He was dressed for bed in a gray flannel nightshirt. "Just turning in, squire. I sent that boy to find you hours ago."

"I was out of the palace until a while ago. What can I do for you?"

The jailer said, "Nothing for me, but there's a bloke down in the lock-up claims he needs to talk to you." Morgon was a narrow-faced man of advancing years, but his hair had stayed almost uniformly black in all the time James had lived at the palace. He cut it straight across the forehead and down before the ears, so he looked as if he was wearing a black hat with ear flaps. "Bit odd, if you ask me. He's been in lock-up for almost three weeks now, and hasn't said a thing to anybody. But his trial's tomorrow so suddenly he's shouting for you."

"Do you know his name?"

"Didn't ask," said Morgon, fighting off a yawn. "Should I have?"

"I'll go see who it is. Who's on duty?"

"Sikes. He'll take you to him."

"Good night, Morgon."

"Night, squire," said the jailer, closing the door.

James hurried down the small pa.s.sage that led to the stairs down into the deeper dungeon. The dungeon had two levels. The upper level was excavated so that narrow windows in the cells let in light, and through which courtyard hangings could be watched by those in the death-cells.

The lower level was pitch black. Here the palace dungeon was really a vast gallery with four large metal cages in it, the bars running from floor to ceiling. A cross formed by two paths divided the cells from one another. A torch at the foot of the stairs at the end of one of the walkways was the only source of light for the entire vast dungeon. A solider stood beneath the torch and turned as James came down the steps.

"Squire," he said in greeting.

"Someone looking for me down here?" asked James.

"Bloke in the far cell. I'll take you there."

James followed as the soldier took the torch from its wall holder and led him past the first two cells, both of which were empty. The two far cells were full of men, mostly sleeping, and a few women huddled together for mutual protection in the corners. These were the brawlers, drunks and troublemakers who were guilty of enough chronic lawbreaking as to be facing the Prince's justice. Some of the prisoners called out questions, which James ignored.

The soldier led James to the far end of the cell and James saw the large man waiting with his hands on the bars.

When he stopped before him, James heard the man say, "Glad to see you, Jimmy."

James said, "Ethan. I thought you long gone."

The former Abbot of Ishap, former basher in the Mockers, said, "As did I, but the G.o.ds have other plans for us."

"Us?"

With his chin he motioned over his shoulder. "I've got Kat and Limm with me."

"When's your trial?"

"Tomorrow."

"What's the charge?"

"Charges. Unlawful flight, resisting arrest, battery, rioting, and probably treason as well."

James turned to the guard and said, "Get them out of there and bring them to my quarters."

"Squire?"

"I said get them out of there and bring them to my quarters. Put men outside my door until I send them back to you."

The guard still seemed uncertain.

"Would you like me to run up to annoy the Prince for his personal signed order?"

The guard, like almost everyone else in the garrison, knew the squire could get the Prince's warrant if he needed to, so he thought better of delaying the inevitable and said, "I'll get some of the boys to bring them to you."

"See you upstairs, Ethan," James said and left.

A short time later there was a knock at the door of James's room. Graves, Kat and Limm stood before him, shackled and cuffed in irons. "Remove the irons and wait outside," ordered James.

"Yes, squire," answered the senior guard.

After the irons were off and the door closed, James indicated a tray he had sent in before they got there, upon which was a pitcher of ale, cheese, bread and cold beef. Limm dug in without hesitation. Graves loaded up a platter for himself and Kat while she filled two flagons.

"Last I saw you, Ethan, you were going to get Kat and head for Kesh."

Graves nodded. "That was the plan."

"What happened?"

Graves said, "It took me almost a week to find Kat, and then set up the move to Durbin. We were lying low, had a nice little place in the poor quarter, waiting for the day our ship was heading out. Then the murders started." He looked at Limm and indicated the boy should continue the story.

Limm said, "We've been banging up against this Crawler and his men for a while now, squire. You remember last month when Old Donk turned up dead?"

James nodded, even though he was vague as to who Old Donk had been and when he had died.

"Then you must have heard how some bashers were killed out at the docks?"

James nodded, a.s.suming that was related to what Walter Blont had told him about the battle between his group and the Crawler's men.

"Well then, when the Crawler's men hit Mother's we all scattered. I'd been fetchin' for Kat and Graves while they was hiding out, getting ready to go to Kesh, and then the Nightmaster is killed. They find him floatin' in the bay. The Daymaster got together with Mick Giffen, Reg deVrise, and Phil the Fingers and they went somewhere, come back saying the Upright Man is dead, and next thing you know a war's on in the sewer. Most of the boys are dead and all the bashers are too." Limm paused to catch his breath, then carried on. "Graves and Kat and me were heading out to Kesh, playing the part of a proper family, when we got caught up in a riot at the docks. You know the rest."

James said, "There's just been a little too much killing around here for my taste of late." He filled them in on as much as he felt like sharing, leaving out those details of recent events that he felt might compromise Kingdom security.

When James finished, Graves said, "Those Izmali a.s.sa.s.sins don't surprise me. I spied a couple of rough-looking Keshians down in the sewers, while we were trying for the docks, before we came up and got ourselves tossed into jail. Needless to say, I didn't confront them to find out what they were doing there."

Limm chimed in, "And some of those who were killing the street boys were Keshians."

James silently weighed up how much he was comfortable sharing with his former compatriots. Finally he asked, "Why would they be killing magicians?"

Graves stopped chewing for a moment. Eyes wide, he swallowed, and said, "The only reason I can think of has something to do with the Temple of Ishap. I may be a renegade of that order, but there are secrets I will not reveal. This has nothing to do with my duty to the temple, but it does with my duty to the G.o.ds."

James said, "Would it have anything to do with the occupation of a house across from the western gate of the palace?"

Graves said nothing, but there was a slight flicker in his eyes.

"Never mind," said James. "Despite my years, I've seen enough of priests and oaths to last several lifetimes. I won't press. But any insight you can provide about this murdering of magicians would be deeply appreciated."

"By you?"

James grinned. "By the Crown."

"Enough to get us out of that cell and on our way to Great Kesh?"

"This very night if the Prince likes what he hears."

"Then take me to the Prince," said Graves.

James nodded. To Kat and Limm he said, "Wait here." Then he opened the door and told the soldier outside to continue standing guard. He led Graves back to where Arutha and William were inspecting the four slain men, presented Graves and finished by saying, "He may have some pieces of this puzzle."

Arutha said, "And they would be?"

"Safe pa.s.sage?" asked Graves of James.

"Safe pa.s.sage?" Arutha raised an eyebrow.

James said, "A minor matter of civil disorder which was scheduled to be resolved tomorrow morning."

"This morning, you mean," said Arutha. "The sun is but three hours away." To Graves, Arutha said, "If you provide intelligence of suitable worth, I think we can overlook the matter of a minor brawl."

James said, "More like a small riot, but that's neither here nor there."

Graves said, "Then know you, Highness, that I was the man once named Abbot of the Temple of Ishap at Make's Cross. I betrayed my oaths and I betrayed my brothers and now I am consigned to the punishment of the G.o.ds."

Arutha said, "The required value of your information just went up a great deal, Abbot Graves. I know that name, and by rights I should bind you over to the temple for its justice."

Graves said, "Here is what I may say: there are forces about the land, dark agencies which mean you harm in ways you cannot fathom, Highness. They move in shadows and employ those who may not even realize they are in the service of these powers.

"A matter of great import will occur soon. I think you know what it is and why I may not speak more of it."

The Prince nodded. "Go on."

"There are those who would benefit if things went awry with that matter. It is not important to those dark agencies that they succeed, only that the temples fail."

"Are you asking me to warn the temples?" asked Arutha.

Graves smiled. "Highness, nothing I have said to you is unknown to anyone of rank in the Temple of Ishap, or among the prelates of the other orders. I'm trying to ill.u.s.trate a point: your enemies may appear to be acting in a random, even chaotic fashion, because they have no goal, other than to create difficulties for you."

Arutha said, "So far I've heard nothing new."

"Then this is the part you don't know. There is an organization overseen by a man you know as the Crawler. He is attempting to displace the Mockers in Krondor, as well as take over criminal activities in other cities. His goals seem simple: wealth and power. But to achieve these ends, he has allied himself with others: the Nighthawks." Graves paused to gauge the Prince's reaction.

"Continue," said Arutha.

"It's an uneasy alliance, for the Nighthawks appear to have their own agendas, including working for those dark agencies I spoke of before. The Crawler's men were those driving the Mockers out of the city. The Nighthawks have been killing magicians."

"Do you know anything of the a.s.sault upon the Duke of Olasko?"

"One hears rumors, even in your dungeon. It is the result of a plot by one or the other, the Crawler or the Nighthawks. If it's the Crawler, it is because the duke is seen as an impediment to his plans. If it is the Nighthawks, it is because the duke's death serves those dark forces I speak of."

"Do magicians work for the Nighthawks?" asked James.

"Not that I've heard of, but then they do not work for the Crawler, either. Thieves have little trust of those who practice magic arts, as you know well, Jimmy the Hand," answered Graves.

Arutha smiled at the mention of that name. "James also knows how to ask questions to ferret out the truth.

"So if we were to tell you that those who attempted to take the duke's life were magicians, and their target wasn't truly the duke, but the Crown Prince, what say you then?"

Graves said, 'Then a third agency must be involved. Perhaps those dark forces are sending additional agents to insure their ends, regardless of what the Nighthawks and the Crawler achieve."

Arutha sighed in frustration. "d.a.m.n me, but at times like these I wish for an enemy in plain sight."

"Highness," said Graves, "I think I can give you at least one."

"What?" asked Arutha.

Graves walked over to the nearest corpse. "A man in death doesn't always resemble the man he was in life, but I know this one. His name, or at least how I knew him, was Jendi. He was a raider from the Jal-Pur, and a man with whom the Upright Man has done business in the past. He is a murderer, a slaver, and a robber." He looked at the Prince. "How did he come here?"

James answered. "He was trying to arrange a conversation with me, against my wishes."

Graves smiled. "Any chat he had in mind was you telling him everything you have ever known and him listening until he decided to kill you."

Arutha said, "So you know this man. Whom do you think he was working for?"

"It is rumored that while Jendi was a common thug, he worked from time to time with more dangerous people: like the Nighthawks."