The Hidden City

talent.’
    ‘Yes. He draws well, too.’
    Ulath laughed shortly. Then he looked at the men clustered around Parok and drew Tynian a little further away from them.
    ‘Parok’s giving all the orders,’ he whispered, ‘but the Arjuni in the flamboyant doublet speaks for King Rakya.’
    ‘Sarabian’s going to be very put out with the King of Arjuna.’
    Ulath nodded. ‘I wouldn’t be at all surprised to see a new king on the throne before long.’
    ‘What exactly did Parok say about Natayos? You couldn’t have mistaken his meaning, could you?’
    ‘Not a chance, Tynian. Just before he got into the argument with Duke Milanis, Parok said that Scarpa wanted to move his army out of Natayos before they gave Sparhawk the last note. I almost started cheering when he said that they were going to tell Sparhawk to go to Natayos for the exchange.’
    ‘We’ll have to be careful, though. They could be holding Ehlana someplace else. They may not take her to Natayos until the last minute.’
    ‘We’ll find out for sure once Xanetia goes there,’ Ulath shrugged.
    The door to the book-lined room opened, and a liveried servant hurried in. ‘An important message has arrived from Natayos, Baron,’ he told Parok. ‘The messenger rode his horse half to death.’
    ‘Horses are cheap. Send the fellow in.’
    ‘I could learn to dislike that man,’ Tynian murmured.
    ‘I already do,’ Ulath replied. He looked up speculatively. ‘We’re sort of invisible, aren’t we?’ he asked.
    ‘That’s what Ghnomb says.’
    ‘Can you imagine the expression Parok would get on his face if he suddenly got ripped up the front with an invisible knife?’
    ‘Slowly,’ Tynian added. ‘Very, very slowly.’
    The messenger from Natayos was a shabbily dressed Dacite, and he was reeling with exhaustion as he staggered into the room. ‘Baron,’ he gasped. ‘Thank God I found you.’
    ‘Speak up, man!’
    ‘Could I have a drink of water?’
    ‘Talk first. Then you can drink anything you want.’
    ‘Lord Scarpa ordered me to tell you that the man you’ve been watching isn’t Sparhawk.’
    ‘I see that Scarpa’s finally gone completely mad.’
    ‘No, Baron. Zalasta confirmed it. Somebody they call Klael went and had a look at this man you’ve been giving the notes to. They seemed to think you’d know who this Klael fellow is. Anyway, he sent word that the man with the broken nose looks like Sparhawk, but it’s not really him. This Klael must have some way to know for sure.’
    Parok began to swear sulphurously.
    ‘That tears it,’ Tynian growled. ‘I’ll pass this on to Aphrael. We’d better get Berit and Khalad to safety.’
    ‘Did Scarpa kill Sparhawk’s wife?’ Baron Parok asked the messenger.
    ‘No, my Lord Baron. He was going to, but Zalasta stopped him. I’m supposed to tell you not to do anything to let the imposter know that we’re on to him. Zalasta needs some time to move the prisoners to someplace that’s safe. He wants you to continue as if nothing had happened. After he has those two women clear, he’ll get word to you that it’s all right to kill the man who’s posing as Sparhawk.’
    ‘Zalasta’s in full command then?’
    ‘Yes, Baron Parok. Lord Scarpa’s a bit—ah—distraught, I suppose you might say.’
    ‘You might say crazy, too. That’d be more accurate.’ Parok started to pace the floor. ‘I wondered how much it would take to push Scarpa over the edge,’ he muttered. ‘It’s probably better this way anyhow. Zalasta’s a Styric, but at least his head’s on straight. Go back and tell him that I’ve received his message and that I won’t do anything to upset his plans. Let him know that I have no real fondness for Scarpa and that I’ll be completely loyal to him.’
    ‘I will, my Lord Baron.’
    Duke Milanis rose and crossed the room to close the window.
    ‘What in God’s name is that awful smell?’ he exclaimed.
    Tynian turned and saw the hulking Troll standing just behind them. ‘Bhlokw,’ he said, ‘It is not good that you come into the dens of the man-things this way.’
    ‘I was sent by Khwaj, Tin-in,’ Bhlokw explained. ‘Khwaj grows tired of waiting. He wants to burn the wicked ones always.’
    Then their dim half-moment suddenly filled with smoke, and the enormous presence of the Fire-God was there. ‘Your hunt takes too long, Ulath-from-Thalesia. Have you found any of the wicked ones yet? If you have, point out which one it is. I will make it burn