The Diamond Throne

small surge of triumph each time he managed to wheedle a coin out of a passer-by
    Then an ornate carriage drawn by a matched pair of black horses came up the street and stopped in front of the red door. A liveried young footman jumped down from the back, lowered a step from the side of the vehicle, and opened the door. A nobleman dressed all in green velvet stepped out. Sparhawk knew him.
    ‘I may be a while, love,’ the nobleman said, fondly touching the footman’s boyish face. ‘Take the carriage up the street and watch for me.’ He giggled girlishly. ‘Someone might recognize it, and I certainly wouldn’t want people to think I was frequenting a place like this.’ He rolled his eyes and then minced towards the red door.
    ‘Charity for the blind,’ Sparhawk begged, thrusting out his bowl.
    ‘Out of my way, knave,’ the nobleman said, fluttering one hand as if shooing away a bothersome fly. He opened the door and went inside as the carriage moved off.
    ‘Peculiar,’ Sparhawk murmured.
    ‘Wasn’t he, though?’ Talen grinned.
    ‘Now that’s a sight I thought I’d never see – the Baron Harparin going into a brothel.’
    ‘Noblemen get urges, too, don’t they?’
    ‘Harparin gets urges, all right, but I don’t think the girls inside would satisfy them. He might find you interesting, though.’
    Talen flushed. ‘Never mind that,’ he said.
    Sparhawk frowned. ‘Why would Harparin go into the same brothel where Krager’s staying?’ he mused.
    ‘Do they know each other?’
    ‘I wouldn’t think so. Harparin’s a member of the Royal Council and a close friend of the Primate Annias.Krager’s a third-rate toad. If they’re meeting in there, I’d give a great deal to hear what they’re saying.’
    ‘Go on in, then.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘It’s a public place, and blind men need affection, too. Just don’t start any fights.’ Talen looked around cautiously ‘Once you get inside, ask for Naween. She works for Platime on the side. Tell her that he sent you. She’ll get you to someplace where you can eavesdrop.’
    ‘Does Platime control the whole city?’
    ‘Only the underside of it. Annias runs the top half.’
    ‘Are you going in with me?’
    Talen shook his head. ‘Shanda’s got a twisted sense of morality She doesn’t allow children inside – not male ones, anyway’
    ‘Shanda?’
    ‘The madame of this place’
    ‘I probably should have guessed. Krager’s mistress is named Shanda thin woman?’
    Talen nodded. ‘With a very sour mouth?’
    ‘That’s her.’
    ‘Does she know you?’
    ‘We met once about twelve years ago.’
    ‘The bandage hides most of your face, and the light inside isn’t too good. You should be able to get by if you change your voice a bit. Go on in. I’ll stay out here and keep watch. I know every policeman and spy in Cimmura by sight.’
    ‘All right.’
    ‘Have you got the price for a girl? I can lend you some if you need it. Shanda won’t let you see any of her whores unless you pay her first.’
    ‘I can manage it – unless you’ve picked my pocket again.’
    ‘Would I do that, my Lord?’
    ‘Probably, yes. I might be in there for a while.’
    ‘Enjoy yourself. Naween’s very frisky – or so I’ve been told.’
    Sparhawk ignored that. He opened the red-painted door and went inside
    The hallway he entered was dim and filled with the cloyingly sweet scent of cheap perfume. Maintaining his pose as a blind man, Sparhawk swung his stick from side to side, tapping the walls. ‘Hello,’ he called in a squeaky voice ‘Is anybody here?’
    The door at the far end of the hall opened, and a thin woman in a yellow velvet dress emerged. She had limp, dirty-blonde hair, a disapproving expression, and eyes as hard as agates. ‘What do you want?’ she demanded. ‘You can’t beg in here.’
    ‘I’m not here to beg,’ Sparhawk replied. ‘I’m here to buy or at least rent.’
    ‘Have you got money?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Let’s see it.’
    Sparhawk reached inside his ragged cloak and took several coins out of a pocket. He held them out on the palm of his hand.
    The thin woman’s eyes narrowed shrewdly
    ‘Don’t even think about it,’ he told her.
    ‘You’re not blind,’ she accused him.
    ‘You noticed.’
    ‘What’s your pleasure, then?’ she asked.
    ‘A friend told me to ask for Naween.’
    ‘Ah, Naween. She’s been very popular lately I’ll send for her just as soon as you pay’
    ‘How much?’
    ‘Ten coppers – or a