‘I do this for the honour of House Kilraith!’ shouted the young noble, charging forward.
The Grey Man sidestepped, slapped away the knife arm, and tripped the young man, who sprawled headlong to the stone floor. He hit hard, but rolled and came to his knees. The Grey Man moved in and kicked the knife from the assassin’s hand. The young noble surged to his feet, and ran for the terrace. ‘Let him go,’ the Grey Man ordered Emrin and two other guards who had joined him.
Turning his attention to the first of the assassins, the Grey Man knelt by the still body. Keeva glanced down. The man’s bladder had released its contents, which had stained the expensive grey leggings he wore. His eyes were open, staring sightlessly up at the ornate ceiling. The Grey Man rose and turned to Emrin. ‘Remove the body,’ he said. Then he strolled from the room.
‘An unusual man,’ said Eldicar Manushan.
Recovering from her shock, Keeva glanced down at little Beric, who was staring wide-eyed at the dead man.
‘It is all right,’ she said, kneeling and putting her arms around his slim shoulders. There is no danger.’
‘Will he be all right?’ asked Beric, his voice trembling. ‘He is very still.’
‘They will take care of him,’ Keeva assured him. ‘Perhaps you should leave.’
‘I shall take him to his room,’ said Eldicar. ‘Once again my thanks to you.’ Taking the boy by the hand the magicker walked across the hall and vanished into the crowd.
The musicians, not knowing what to do, started to play once more, but the music faded away when no one moved. Then the first of the nobles began to leave the area.
Within minutes the Great Hall was deserted and Keeva and the other servants cleared away goblets, tankards and dishes, before returning with mops, buckets and cleaning cloths. By the time they had finished there was no sign that hundreds of guests had danced and dined there.
In the kitchens, as they washed the dishes and cutlery, Keeva listened to the other girls talking about the failed assassination. She learnt that the two young men were nephews of the merchant Vanis, but no one had any idea why they should seek to kill the Gentleman. The girls talked about how lucky the Gentleman had been, and how fortunate that his blow had killed the first assassin.
As the dawn was breaking Keeva made her way to her room. She was tired, but her mind whirled with the events of the night, and she sat for a while upon her balcony, watching the sunlight gleaming like gold upon the waters of the bay.
How had he known he was in danger? she wondered. With the noise of the music there was no way he could have heard the man move up behind him. Yet his arm had been moving to block the blow even as he turned. His movements had been unhurried and smooth. Picturing the scene again, she shivered. There was no doubt in Keeva’s mind that the death blow to the young man’s throat had not been, as the other girls believed, a fortunate strike. It had been delivered coldly and with deadly intent, in a move that spoke of long practice.
What are you, Grey Man? she mused.
Waylander left the Great Hall and strode down the second-level corridor leading to the South Tower. As he turned the first corner he pushed aside a velvet hanging and pressed a stud on the panelled wall beyond. There was a faint creak as the panel opened. Stepping through he pulled it shut behind him and stood in the near-total darkness. Then, without hesitation, he began to descend the hidden steps. He was angry now, and made no attempt to stifle it. He knew both the young men who had attacked him, had spoken to them on several occasions while they had been in the company of their uncle, the merchant Vanis. They were not of great intelligence, nor were they stupid. To all intents and purposes they were merely pleasant young nobles who should have been considering a lifetime of possibilities.
Instead one was lying in a darkened room waiting for someone to collect his body and place it in the cold ground to feed worms and maggots. And his shade would be wandering the Void, frightened and alone. The second was somewhere out in the night, contemplating his next move, and probably not realizing that he was facing death.
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