The Hidden City

catch on in Eosia.’
    ‘I sort of like looking at the fire myself,’ Berit replied.
    ‘You can stare at the candles, if that’s all you want. A fireplace isn’t very efficient, and it makes an awful mess. A stove’s a lot more practical—and you can cook on it. When we get home, I think I’ll build one for my mothers.’
    Berit laughed. ‘If you start tearing up their kitchen, they’ll take their brooms to you.’
    ‘I don’t think so. The notion of a stew that doesn’t have cinders floating in it might appeal to them.’
    The man who approached their table wore a hooded smock, and the hood partially concealed his face. ‘You don’t mind if I join you, do you?’ he asked, sitting down and pushing the hood back slightly. It was the same Styric they had last seen on the shore of the Gulf of Micae.
    ‘You made good time, neighbor,’ Berit said. ‘Of course, you knew where you were going, and we didn’t.’
    ‘How long did it take you to get dry?’ Khalad asked him.
    ‘Shall we skip the pleasantries?’ the Styric said coldly. ‘I have further instructions for you.’
    ‘You mean you didn’t stop by just to renew our acquaintance?’ Khalad said. ‘I’m crushed.’
    ‘Very funny.’ The Styric hesitated. ‘I’m going to reach into my pocket for the note, so don’t start drawing your knives.’
    ‘Wouldn’t dream of it, old boy,’ Khalad drawled.
    ‘This is for you, Sparhawk.’ The Styric handed Berit the sealed parchment.
    Berit took the parchment and broke the seal. He carefully lifted out the identifying lock of the Queen’s hair and read aloud, ‘Sparhawk. Go overland to Arjun. You’ll receive further instructions there. Krager.’
    ‘He must have been drunker than usual,’ Khalad observed. ‘He didn’t bother with all the snide little comments this time.
    ‘Just out of curiosity, friend, why didn’t he send us straight on to Arjun from Sepal? He could have saved everybody a great deal of time.’
    ‘That’s really none of your business, Elene. Just do as you’re told.’
    ‘I’m a peasant, Styric, so I’m used to doing that. Prince Sparhawk here might get a little impatient, though, and that makes him bad-tempered.’ Khalad squinted at the lumpy-faced messenger. ‘Since the subject’s come up anyway, I’ve got a word of friendly advice for you, old boy. It’s about twenty days on horseback from here to Arjun. He’s going to be very unpleasant by the time he gets there. If you should happen to be the one who delivers the next message, I wouldn’t get too close to him.’
    ‘I think we can come up with a way for him to work off his bad temper,’ the Styric sneered. ‘You don’t have twenty days to get to Arjun. You have fourteen.’ He stood up. ‘Don’t be late.’
    He turned and started toward the door.
    ‘Let’s go,’ Khalad said.
    ‘Where?’
    ‘After him.’
    ‘What for?’’
    Khalad sighed. ‘To shake him down, Berit,’ he explained with exaggerated patience. ‘I want to strip him and go through his clothes. He might just have the next message on him.’
    ‘Are you mad? They’ll kill the Queen if we do that.’
    ‘Just because we rough up their messenger-boy? Don’t be silly. They want the Bhelliom, and the Queen’s the only thing they’ve got to trade for it. We could routinely kill every single one of their messengers, and they wouldn’t do a thing to her. Let’s go shake that Styric up a little bit and go through his pockets. If we can get hold of the next message, we might be able to get the jump on them.’
    ‘You know, I think you’re right. They won’t do anything to the Queen, will they?’
    ‘Not a chance, my Lord. Let’s go teach that Styric some manners. It’s exactly the sort of thing Sparhawk would do.’
    ‘He would, wouldn’t he?’ Berit looked closely at his friend ‘That fellow really irritates you, doesn’t he?’
    ‘Yes, as a matter of fact, he does. I don’t like his attitude.’
    ‘Well, let’s go change it, then.’
    ‘I’m not going to do anything foolish,’ Kalten said. ‘I just want to have a look around.’ The three of them were sitting under their tree in Narstil’s cluttered jungle camp. They had a fire going, and three stolen chickens were spitted over it, dripping grease into the flames.
    ‘It won’t hurt,’ Caalador said to Bevier. ‘If the time ever comes when we have to go in there, we should probably know the lay of the land.’
    ‘Are you sure you can keep a handle on