ending task of chasing lice.
The door opened again, admitting another who, like Walegrin, was in the Maze on
business. Walegrin drew a small circle in the air with a finger and the newcomer
hastened to his table.
‘My man was slain last night by following your suggestions.’ Walegrin stared
directly into the newcomer’s eyes as he spoke.
‘So I’ve heard, and the Enlibrite potter as well. I’ve rushed over here to
assure you that it was not my doing (though I knew you would suspect me). Why,
Walegrin, even if I did want to double-cross you (and I doubly assure you that
such thoughts never go through my mind) I’d hardly have killed the Enlibrite as
well, would I?’
Walegrin grunted. Who was to say what a man of Sanctuary might do to achieve his
goals? But the information broker was likely to be telling the truth. He had an
air of distracted indignation about him that a liar would not think to affect.
And if he were truthful then, like as not, Runo had been the victim of
coincidental outrage. The coins showed that robbery was not the motive. Perhaps
the potter had enemies. Walegrin reminded himself to enter the double slaying in
the garrison roster where, in due course, it might be investigated when the
dozens preceding it had been disposed of.
‘Still, once again, I have received no information. I will still make no
payment.’ Walegrin casually spun the beer mug from one hand to the other as he
spoke, concealing the import of his conversation from prying eyes.
‘There’re others who can bait your bear: Markmor, Enas Yorl, even Lythande, if