Ewan walked into the round patch of light cast by the lantern. The walls of the Tunnels stank less in the winter, but that was not much of an improvement. Cold bit deeper, water froze along the walls and slicked the floors even more than the usual festering dank remains from above. It felt good to be walking in their depths again.
The man stood from the barrel, knife a blink of movement in the pale light. Ewan lifted his hand, the pink of his cold palm facing outward. "Put away the knife. You called me here."
Tension still sang along the man's shoulders, lifted into a prepared swing. He walked closer and lifted his hand to pinch at Ewan's shoulder. Ewan quirked a brow as the man smiled. "So, you are still alive, Quicksand."
"Maze, it is a good thing I know you well, or you would be missing some fingers right now. Yes, I am alive. I had things to see to in my homeland. Now then...?" Ewan had little time to spare in the days. The ambassadors had been seen to King Maelgwn without too much difficulty, network of spies and confidantes renewed, some classes taught at the school, and curious visits to his dreams by unpredictable fae. He was a busy man.
"To the point, yes, I should imagine that would be so. Rumors going about you have ghosts in your shadows." Maze rubbed at his chin. "We were wondering if you had forgotten us."
Ewan felt the heat of his anger drifting across his shoulders and tingling down into his hands. A finger twitched. He tilted his head and narrowed eyes on Maze.
The man seemed to get nervous, the laugh skipped over hiccups of breath. "Of course, not. Would not forget the good folk of the Tunnelers. I should have known. Well, we have some news for you, what you asked to have an eye on that merchant guild member what's taken advantage of the opening of trade with Yransea. He's clever, he is. Keeps his stuff above board, above the Tunnels, that's for certain. But Ferret found out he has another job on the side. No proof as yet, just word, that each letter of trade he gets for other goods, not his own dry goods you see, but for others he's selling off at a profit to those your land aren't likely to enjoy having in port."
"For how long," Ewan snapped. With the Elementals building an embassy out on an island, the arrival of ships given clearance trade letters not belonging to them would cause havoc, not just for trade but destroy the fragile political trust formed. It had to be stopped quickly.
Maze shook his head. "We can't say. Ferret thought no more than these past three weeks did he take up the idea. We still don't know why. Seems to me, lot more risk than it is worth."
"Not if he thinks I have ghosts in my shadows as others do. I have, it seems, been far too lax in my duties." The rattle of the cage holding in his wrath warned him, and he breathed in slow.
Maze tsked and shook his head. "Now what's that, man? You can't be everywhere at once. That's what we're here for, what the Holding Houses are for, and your other friends." His hand reached up and then fell away, as if in second thought that touching Ewan was a bad idea.
Grateful the man controlled himself, Ewan nodded. "But some things, I will see to myself. Thank you. Ferret is new?"
Taking up the lantern, Maze turned and caused the shadows to quake and shift with the swinging light. "Four weeks back. She's good. Keeps her head down, listens clear, she's Angus Miller's daughter. Been a good use to us."
Ewan nodded and trusted to Maze he and Compass still knew their business in their crew. In one thing Maze was right, he could not be everywhere, and that meant he had to trust someone. Pei would be his first stop. "Walk safely, Maze."
"Walk safely, or as safe you can, Quicksand." And the light left with him, lowering Ewan into darkness once more. There was an itch to his hands and a whisper in his mind. His Mistress Death was singing her song.
The man stood from the barrel, knife a blink of movement in the pale light. Ewan lifted his hand, the pink of his cold palm facing outward. "Put away the knife. You called me here."
Tension still sang along the man's shoulders, lifted into a prepared swing. He walked closer and lifted his hand to pinch at Ewan's shoulder. Ewan quirked a brow as the man smiled. "So, you are still alive, Quicksand."
"Maze, it is a good thing I know you well, or you would be missing some fingers right now. Yes, I am alive. I had things to see to in my homeland. Now then...?" Ewan had little time to spare in the days. The ambassadors had been seen to King Maelgwn without too much difficulty, network of spies and confidantes renewed, some classes taught at the school, and curious visits to his dreams by unpredictable fae. He was a busy man.
"To the point, yes, I should imagine that would be so. Rumors going about you have ghosts in your shadows." Maze rubbed at his chin. "We were wondering if you had forgotten us."
Ewan felt the heat of his anger drifting across his shoulders and tingling down into his hands. A finger twitched. He tilted his head and narrowed eyes on Maze.
The man seemed to get nervous, the laugh skipped over hiccups of breath. "Of course, not. Would not forget the good folk of the Tunnelers. I should have known. Well, we have some news for you, what you asked to have an eye on that merchant guild member what's taken advantage of the opening of trade with Yransea. He's clever, he is. Keeps his stuff above board, above the Tunnels, that's for certain. But Ferret found out he has another job on the side. No proof as yet, just word, that each letter of trade he gets for other goods, not his own dry goods you see, but for others he's selling off at a profit to those your land aren't likely to enjoy having in port."
"For how long," Ewan snapped. With the Elementals building an embassy out on an island, the arrival of ships given clearance trade letters not belonging to them would cause havoc, not just for trade but destroy the fragile political trust formed. It had to be stopped quickly.
Maze shook his head. "We can't say. Ferret thought no more than these past three weeks did he take up the idea. We still don't know why. Seems to me, lot more risk than it is worth."
"Not if he thinks I have ghosts in my shadows as others do. I have, it seems, been far too lax in my duties." The rattle of the cage holding in his wrath warned him, and he breathed in slow.
Maze tsked and shook his head. "Now what's that, man? You can't be everywhere at once. That's what we're here for, what the Holding Houses are for, and your other friends." His hand reached up and then fell away, as if in second thought that touching Ewan was a bad idea.
Grateful the man controlled himself, Ewan nodded. "But some things, I will see to myself. Thank you. Ferret is new?"
Taking up the lantern, Maze turned and caused the shadows to quake and shift with the swinging light. "Four weeks back. She's good. Keeps her head down, listens clear, she's Angus Miller's daughter. Been a good use to us."
Ewan nodded and trusted to Maze he and Compass still knew their business in their crew. In one thing Maze was right, he could not be everywhere, and that meant he had to trust someone. Pei would be his first stop. "Walk safely, Maze."
"Walk safely, or as safe you can, Quicksand." And the light left with him, lowering Ewan into darkness once more. There was an itch to his hands and a whisper in his mind. His Mistress Death was singing her song.