Stalking Darkness

Alec.
    “That was us.” Rhal rubbed a knee with a rueful grin. “You’re a tricky little bugger, and fast. I’d figured you two for soft gents and didn’t think you’d give us much trouble. After seeing the way you handled yourselves in that alley, though, I believe I’m glad those footpads showed up when they did.”
    Seregil gave him the crooked grin. “It may be good fortune for all of us, meeting up again.”
    “How do you figure that?”
    “You two”—Seregil turned to Skywake and Nettles—“do you fancy signing on as common sailors with a war coming?”
    “We go where our captain goes,” Skywake replied stoutly,though it was clear neither he nor the former helmsman were enthusiastic about the prospect.
    Seregil looked back to Rhal. “And you, Captain—I’d think it would be difficult to serve after having a vessel of your own.”
    Alec began to suspect where this conversation was headed.
    “Of course, I’d be the last person to discourage anyone from fighting the Plenimarans,” Seregil drawled, “but it seems to me there are more rewarding ways of going about it. Have you considered privateering?”
    “I’ve considered it.” Rhal shrugged, studying the other man’s face with a sharp trader’s crafty interest, “but that takes a strong, swift ship and more gold than I’m ever likely to see.”
    “What it takes,” Seregil said, reaching into his belt pouch, “is the proper investors. Would this get you started?”
    Opening his hand, Seregil showed them an emerald the size of a walnut glowing in the hollow of his palm. It was one of many such stones Seregil kept handy as a conveniently portable form of wealth.
    “By the Sailor, Captain, did you ever see the like of that!” Nettles gasped.
    Rhal glanced down at the stone, then back at Seregil. “Why?”
    Seregil placed the stone in the center of the table. “Perhaps I appreciate a man with a sense of humor.”
    “Skywake, Nettles, wait outside,” Rhal said quietly. As they left, Rhal made a questioning gesture in Alec’s direction.
    Seregil shook his head. “He stays. So, what do you think of my offer. It won’t be repeated once we leave this room.”
    “Tell me why,” Rhal repeated, picking up the gem. “You’ve heard my story and told me nothing, yet you offer me this. What’s it really paying for?”
    Seregil chuckled softly. “You’re a clever man, away from the ladies. Let’s understand one another. I’ve got secrets I prefer to keep, but there are surer ways than this to protect them, if you take my meaning. What I’m offering you,
all
I’m offering you, is a mutually beneficial business proposition. You find a ship, see to the crew, the provisioning, everything. I provide capital, in return for which I receive twenty percent of the take and passage wherever I say, whenever I require it, which will most likely be never. The rest of the profits are yours to be divided in whatever fashion you see fit.”
    “And?” Still skeptical, Rhal put the stone back on the table.
    “Information. Any document confiscated, any rumors fromprisoners, any encounter that seems out of the ordinary—it all comes to me directly and not a word to anyone else.”
    Rhal nodded, satisfied. “So you’re nosers, after all. Who for?”
    “Let’s just say we consider Skalan interests to be our own.”
    “I don’t suppose you have any proof of that?”
    “None whatsoever.”
    Rhal drummed his fingers lightly on the tabletop for a minute, calculating. “Ship’s papers in my name alone, and I run my vessel as I see fit?”
    “All right.”
    Rhal tapped the emerald. “This is a good start, but it won’t pay for a ship, nor get one built before midsummer.”
    “As it happens, I know of a vessel being refitted at a boatyard in Macar. The principal backer’s been having second thoughts.” Seregil produced a stone identical to the first. “These should be ample evidence of good faith. I’ll make arrangements to have all further funds paid out to you in gold.”
    “And what if I just slip the cable tonight with these?”
    Seregil shrugged. “Then you’ll be a relatively wealthy man. Are we to say done to it or not?”
    Rhal shook his head, looking less than satisfied. “You’re an odd one, and no mistake. I’ve one last condition of my own, or it’s no deal.”
    “And that is?”
    “If I’m to keep faith with you, then I want your names, your true names.”
    “If you’ve tracked me to Wheel Street, then you’ve