That duty out of the way, I proceeded up East Vine on foot. Near the top, but before the slope grew roughly level, I smelled food and discarded my plan of waiting to eat until I was back at the palace. I halted and cast about me for the source of the aromas. I located it up a side sheet to my right where the way widened into a large circle, a fountain at its centerin which a rearing copper dragon with a wonderful green patina pissed into a pink stone basin. The dragon faced a basement restaurant called the Pit, with ten outside tables enclosed by a low fence of copper pickets, potted plants along its inside perimeter. I crossed the circle. As I passed the fountain I saw a great number of exotic coins within its clear water, including a U.S. Bicentennial quarter. Crossing to the fenced area, I entered, made my way through and was about to descend the stair when I heard my name called.
“Merle! Over here!”
I looked about but did not see anyone I recognized at any of the four occupied tables. Then, as my eyes retraced their route, I realized that the older man at the corner table to my right was smiling.
“Bill!” I exclaimed.
Bill Roth rose to his feet-more a touch of display than any formality,
I realized immediately. I hadn’t recognized him at first because he now sported the beginnings of a grizzled beard and a mustache. Also, he had on brown trousers with a silver stripe running down their outside seams, vanishing into a pair of high brown boots. His shirt was silver with brown piping, and a black cloak lay folded upon the chair to his right. A wide black sword belt lay atop it and a sheathed blade of short-to-medium length was hung upon it.
“You’ve gone native. Also, you’ve lost some weight.”
“True,” he said, “and I’m thinking of retiring here. It agrees with me.”
We seated ourselves.
“Did you order yet?” I asked him.
“Yes, but I see a waiter on the stair now,” he said. “Let me catch him for you.”
Which he did, and ordered for me too.
“Your Thari’s much better,” I said afterward.
“Lots of practice,” he replied.
“What’ve you been doing?”
“I’ve sailed with Gerard. I’ve been to Deiga, and to one of Julian’s camps in Arden. Visited Rebma, too. Fascinating place. I’ve been taking fencing lessons. And Droppa’s been showing me around town.”
“All the bars, most likely.”
“Well, that’s not all. In fact, that’s why I’m here. He owns a half interest in the Pit, and I had to promise him I’d eat here a lot. A good place, though. When did you get back?”
“Just now,” I said, “and I’ve another long story for you.”
“Good. Your stories tend to be bizarre and convoluted,” he said. “Just the thing for a cool autumn’s eve. Let’s hear it.”
I talked throughout dinner and for a long while afterward.The day’send chill began making it uncomfortable then, so we headed for the palace. I finally wound up my narrative over hot cider in front of the fireplace in one of the smaller rooms in the eastern wing.
Bill shook his head. “You do manage to stay busy,” he finally said. “I have just one question.”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you bring Luke in?”
“I already told you.”
“It wasn’t much of a reason. For some nebulous piece of information he says is important to Amber? And you’ve got to catch him to get it?”
“It’s not like that at all.”
“He’s a salesman, Merle, and he sold you a line of shit. That’s what I think.”
“You’re wrong, Hill. I know him.”
“For a long time,” he agreed. “But how well? We’ve been all through this before. What you don’t know about Luke far outweighs what you do know.”
“He could have gone elsewhere, but he came to me.”
“You’re part of his plan, Merle. He intends to get at Amber through you.”
“I don’t think so,” I said. “It’s not his style.”
“I think he’ll use anything that comes to hand-or anyone.” I shrugged.
“I believe him. You don’t. That’s all.”