Fate's Edge

direction. Kaldar nodded, almost imperceptibly, and the brothers moved with the flow. Morell had noticed it and no doubt filed it away.
    A moment later, Cerise and Audrey fluttered by, engaged in some sort of deep conversation. Audrey looked delectable. William brought up the rear, his face dark, looking like he wanted to strangle something. Or rather someone.
    “A menacing fellow,” Kaldar murmured.
    “He’s a saltlicker,” Morell said. “Born and bred in southern Louisiana. You know what they say about the families on the south coast of the Dukedom.”
    “Hot food, hot women, hot temper.” Kaldar permitted himself a narrow smile.
    “Indeed.”
    The last of the guests passed through the door.
    “Will you walk with me?” Morell asked.
    “It would be my pleasure, my lord.”
    They strolled through the doors and down another hallway. Arches punctured the left wall, showcasing the ground and castle battlements far below. A pair of veeking warriors emerged from the doors behind them and followed, maintaining a short distance.
    “So you are employed by Duke Camarine?” Morell asked. The robber baron’s demeanor was perfectly pleasant. And if the conversation stumbled, Kaldar had no doubt Morell’s demeanor would remain pleasant as the two veekings hacked him to small bits at the baron’s feet.
    Obvious subterfuge wouldn’t work. The invitation they took from Magdalene had been numbered; he had to operate on the assumption that Morell had checked the invitation and knew it belonged to Magdalene Moonflower. Trying to project an air of innocence would get them killed.
    Underneath all that good cheer and polish, Morell was a ruthless sonovabitch. He understood calculated cruelty and consummate professionalism. He would reject innocence, but he would accept a kindred soul.
    “I’m employed by the duke’s son,” Kaldar corrected.
    “Ah! I see. The Marshal of the Adrianglian Southern Provinces. And the children are his wards?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you are on a holiday, you say?”
    “Indeed, my young lords wished to tour the ‘other’ coast.”
    Morell chuckled. “I recall being their age. The world was full of adventure! California holds such excitement for a young man: there are corsairs on the coast, highwaymen on the roads, great magic beasts in the mountains. There are even reports of serpents in our modest lakes. So what are you doing visiting an old bore like me?”
    Speak softly . . . “I must confess to mixing business with pleasure, my lord. As much as I seek to entertain and enrich the minds of my charges, I must heed the commands of their guardians. News of your auctions has spread widely, even to southern Adrianglia.”
    Morell frowned. “I had no idea the Marshal was interested in art.”
    “The Marshal displays only a passing interest, my lord. His wife, however, is most intrigued by the stories of your magnificent collections.”
    Morell’s eyebrows crept up. “Mhm.”
    “A man of the Marshal’s stature may not always find it prudent to admit curiosity in acquiring art outside his realm.” Translation: the Marshal can’t be seen buying stolen property on the black market. “Yet he dotes on his wife, who is a woman of a refined taste.”
    “I see. And you assist him.”
    Kaldar bowed lightly. “I simply do as my master bids. What kind of servant would I be if I couldn’t accomplish a task my lord set before me?”
    Morell nodded. “I commend you on your devotion. The invitation you presented to me was issued to Magdalene Moonflower. She hates me. I had sent it in jest to aggravate her.”
    And the conversation moved to a narrow bridge over the river of molten lava. “How shortsighted of her,” Kaldar said.
    “I’ve made some inquiries. It appears Magdalene had some mishaps and chose to, shall we say, retire instead of being run out of town.”
    “That’s unfortunate.”
    “Indeed.” Morell grinned. “Apparently her offices had been broken into in a very quick manner. Her guards were incapacitated, and she herself has been shot. A clean shot too, very professional. No major damage, but shocking to the system, of course.”
    “Of course.”
    “You are a very efficient man, Master Brossard.”
    “I’m simply a tutor.”
    “I’m sure you are. The kind of tutor one sends out with two children into the wilderness of California, where most travel in a company of a dozen armed men.”
    “Our party does contain a groom,” Kaldar said.
    Morell laughed. “I believe