Part 2 (1/2)
And a robbery could, no doubt, be defined in sectarian cant.
The runt seemed awfully reasonable for a supposed raving fanatic. I guess the first talent a priest develops is acting ability. ”So you want to hire me to root out the jokers putting the wood to the Orthodox priesthoods.”
”Not exactly. Though I have hopes that their unmasking will be a by-product.”
”You just zigged when I zagged.”
”Subtlety and credibility, Mr. Garrett. If I hire you to find conspirators and you unearth them, even I couldn't be completely sure you hadn't cooked the evidence. On the other hand, if I hire a known skeptic to search for Warden Agire and the Terrell Relics and in the course of the hunt he kicks some villains out of the weeds...”
I took a long drink of his beer. ”I admire your thinking.”
”You'll take it on, then?”
”No. I can't see getting in a mess just for money. But you know how to pique a guy's curiosity. And you know how to scheme a scheme.”
”I'm prepared to pay well. With an outstanding bonus for recovery of the Relics.”
”I'll bet.”
The Great Schism between Orthodoxy and its main offshoot happened a thousand years ago. The Ec.u.menical Council of Pyme tried to patch things up. The marriage didn't last. The Orthodox s.n.a.t.c.hed the Relics in the settlement. The Church has been trying to s.n.a.t.c.h them back ever since.
”I won't press you, Mr. Garrett. You were the best man for the job, but for that reason the least likely to take it. I have other options. Thank you for your time. Have a nice evening. Should you have a change of heart, contact me at the Chattaree.” He and his bucket marched off into the dusk.
I was impressed with the little guy. He could be a gentleman when he wanted. You don't see that much in people accustomed to power. And he was one of the most feared men in TunFaire, within his sphere. A holy terror.
5.
Dean stepped outside. ”I've finished up, Mr. Garrett. I'll be going home if there's nothing else.”
He always talks like that when he wants something. Right now he hoped I'd have that something else. He lives with a platoon of spinster nieces who make him crazy.
One of the legacies of the war in the Cantard is a surplus of women. For decades Karenta's youth have gone south to capture the silver mines and for decades half of them haven't come back. It makes it nice for us unattached survivor types, but h.e.l.l on parents with daughters to support.
”I was sitting here thinking it would be a nice evening for a walk.”
”That it would be, Mr. Garrett.” When the Dead Man is sleeping somebody always stays in to bolt the door and wait for whoever is out. When the Dead Man is awake we have no security problems.
”You think it's too early to see Tinnie?” Tinnie Tate and I have a tempestuous friends.h.i.+p. She's the one they had in mind when they set the specs for redhead stereotypes, only they toned them down because n.o.body would believe the truth.
You might call Tinnie changeable. One week I can't run her off with a stick, the next I'm tops on her hate list. I haven't figured out the whys and wherefores.
I was listed this week. Past the peak and dropping but still in the top ten.
”It's too early.”
I thought so, too.
Dean is in a bind where Tinnie is concerned. He likes her. She's beautiful, smart, quick, more square with the world than I'll ever be. He thinks she's good for me. (I don't dare risk his opinion on the flip-flop issue.) But he has all those nieces in desperate need of husbands and half a dozen have standards low enough to covet a prince like me, squeaky armor and all.
”I could go see how the girls are.”
He brightened, checked to see if I was teasing, and was set to call my bluff when he realized that would put me there while he was here, unable to defend their supposed virtues. He imagined me in there like a bull shoulder-deep in clover, like they couldn't possibly have sense enough to look out for themselves. ”I wouldn't recommend that, Mr. Garrett. They've been especially troublesome lately.”
It was all a matter of perspective. They hadn't troubled me. When I first took Dean on, they did. They kept me up to my ears in cookery, trying to fatten me up for the kill.
”Perhaps I should just go, Mr. Garrett. Perhaps you should wait another day or two, then go apologize to Miss Tate.”
”I got no philosophical problem with apologizing, Dean, but I like to know why I'm doing it.”
He chuckled, pulled on the mantle of worldly-wise old warrior pa.s.sing his wisdom along. ”Apologize for being a man. That always works.”
He had a point. Except I have a flair for getting sarcastic.
”I'll just stroll over to Morley's, quaff me a few celery tonics.”
Dean pruned up. His opinion of Morley Dotes is so low it has to look up at snakes' bellies.
We all have rogues in our circles, maybe just so we can tell ourselves, ”What a good boy am I.”
Actually, I like Morley. Despite himself. He takes some getting used to but he's all right, in his way. I just keep reminding myself that he's part dark elf and has different values. Sometimes, very different values. Always malleable values. Everything is situational for Morley.
”I won't be out long,” I promised. ”I just need to work off some restlessness.”
Dean grinned. He figured I was getting bored with loafing and we'd see some excitement pretty soon.
I hoped not.
6.
It isn't a long walk to Morley's place, but it is a walk over the border into another world. The neighborhood hasn't acquired a name like so many others, but it is a distinct region. Maybe call it the Safety Zone. Members of all species mix there without much friction-though humans have to put in overtime to be acceptable.
There was a little light still in the air. The clouds out west hadn't quite burned out. It wasn't yet time for the predators to hit the streets. I was no more than normally wary.
But when the kid stepped into my path I knew I had trouble. Big trouble. It was something about the way he moved.
I didn't think. I reacted.
I gave him a high kick he wasn't expecting. My toe snapped in under his chin. I felt a bone break. He squealed and ran backwards, arms flapping as he tried to keep his balance. A hitching post jumped in his way and gored him from behind. He spun around and went down, losing his knife as he fell.
I slid toward the nearest building.