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CHAPTER TWO

z'Espino

Anne Dare, youngest daughter of the Emperor of Crotheny, Duchess of Rovy, knelt by a cistern and scrubbed clothes with raw and blistered hands. Her shoulders ached and her knees hurt, and the sun beat her like a golden hammer.

Only a few yards away, children played in the cool shade of a grape arbor, and two ladies in gowns of silk brocade sat sipping wine. Anne's own dress'a secondhand shift of cotton'hadn't been washed in days. She sighed, wiped her brow, and made sure her red hair was secure beneath her scarf. She sneaked a longing glance at the two women and continued her work.

She cast her mind away from her hands, a trick she was becoming quite adept at, and imagined herself back home, riding her horse Faster on the Sleeve or eating roasted quail and trout in green sauce, with gobs of fried apples and clotted cream for desert.

Scrub, scrub, went her hands.

She was imagining a cool bath when she suddenly felt a sharp pinch on her rump.

She turned to find a boy about four or five years younger than she'perhaps thirteen'grinning as if he'd just told the best joke in the world.

Anne slapped the clothes onto the scrubbing board and spun on z'Espino

him. 'You horrible little beast!' she shouted. 'You've no more manners than'!'

She caught the women looking at her then, their faces hard.

'He pinched me,' she explained. And just to be sure they understood, she pointed. 'There.'

One of the women'a blue-eyed, black-haired casnara named da Filialofia'merely slitted her eyes. 'Who exactly do you think you are?' she asked, her tone quite flat. 'Who, by all the lords and ladies in earth and sky, do you think you are that you can speak to my son in such a manner?'

'Wherever do you find such servants?' her companion Casnara dat Ospellina asked sourly.

'But h-he',' Anne stuttered.

'Be silent this instant, you little piece of foreign trash, or I will have Corhio the gardener beat you. And he will do quite more to you there than pinch it, I daresay. Forget not whom you serve, whose house you are in.'

'A proper lady would raise her brat to have better manners,' Anne snapped.

'And what would you know of that?' da Filialofia asked, crossing her arms. 'What sort of manners do you imagine you were taught in whatever brothel or pigsty your mother abandoned you to? Certainly, you did not learn to mind your place.'

Her chin tilted up. 'Get out. Now.'

Anne picked herself up from her kneeling position. 'Very well,' she said, facing them squarely. She held out her hand.

Da Filialofia laughed. 'Surely you don't think I'm going to pay you for insulting my house, do you? Leave, wretch. I've no idea why my husband hired you in the first place.' But then she cracked a faint smile that didn't even hint at good humor. 'Well, perhaps I do. He might have found you entertaining, in a barbaric sort of way. Were you?'

For a long moment Anne was simply speechless, and for a moment longer she was poised between slapping the woman'which she knew would earn her a beating'and simply walking away.

She didn't quite do either. Instead she recalled something she had learned in her last week working at the triva.

'Oh, no, he has no time for me,' she said sweetly. 'He's been much too busy with Casnara dat Ospellina.'

And then she did walk away, smiling at the furious whispers that began behind her.

The great estates lay on the north side of z'Espino, most of them overlooking the azure water of the Lier Sea. As Anne passed through the gate of the house, she stood for a moment in the shade of chestnut trees and gazed out across those foam-crested waters. North across them lay Liery, where her mother's family ruled. North and east was Crotheny, were her father sat as king and emperor, and where her love, Roderick, must be giving up hope by now.

Just a little water separating her from her rightful station and everything she loved, and yet that little bit of water was expensive to cross. Princess though she was, she was penniless. Nor could she tell anyone who she was, for she had come to z'Espino with terrible danger on her heels. She was safer as a washerwoman than as a princess.

'You.' A man on a horse rode up the lane and sat looking down at her. She recognized by his square cap and yellow tunic that he was an aidilo, charged with keeping order in the streets.

'Yes, casnar?'

'Move along. Don't tarry here,' he said brusquely.

'I've just come from serving the casnara da Filialofia.'

'Yes, and now you're done, so you must go.'

'I only wanted to look at the sea for a moment.'

'Then look at it from the fish market,' he snapped. 'Must I escort you there?'

'No,' Anne said, 'I'm going.'

As she trudged down a lane bounded by stone walls topped with shards of broken glass to prevent climbing, she wondered if the servants who worked on her father's country estates were treated so shabbily. Surely not.

The lane debouched onto the Piato dachi Meddissos, a grand court of red brick bounded on one side by the three-story palace of the meddisso and his family. It wasn't so grand as her fathers palace in Eslen, but it was quite striking, with its long colonnade and terrace

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gardens. On the other side of the piato stood the city temple, an elegant and very ancient-looking building of polished umber stone.

The piato itself was a riot of color and life. Vendors with wooden carts and red caps hawked grilled lamb, fried fish, steamed mussels, candied figs, and roasted chestnuts. Pale-eyed Sefry, hooded and wrapped against the sun, sold ribbons and trifles, stockings, holy relics, and love potions from beneath colorful awnings.

A troop of actors had cleared a space and were performing something involving sword fighting, a king with a dragon's tail, Saint Mamres, Saint Bright, and Saint Loy. Two pipers and a woman with a hand-drum beat a fast melody.

In the center of the piato, a stern-eyed statue of Saint Netuno wrestled two sea serpents, which twined about his body and spewed jets of water into a marble basin. A group of richly dressed young men lounged at the edge of the fountain, fondling their sword hilts and whistling at girls in gaudy dresses.

She found Austra near the edge of the square, almost on the steps of the temple, sitting next to her bucket and scrub brush.

Austra watched her approach and smiled. 'Finished already?' Austra was fifteen, a year younger than Anne, and like Anne she wore a faded dress and a scarf to cover her hair. Most Vitellians were dark, with black hair, and the two girls stood out enough without advertising their gold and copper tresses. Fortunately, most women in Vitellio kept their heads covered in public.

'In a manner of speaking,' Anne said.

'Oh, I see. Again?'

Anne sighed and sat down. 'I try, truthfully I do. But it's so difficult. I thought the coven had prepared me for anything, but''

'You shouldn't have to do these things,' Austra said. 'Let me work. You stay in the room.'

'But if I don't work, it will take us that much longer to earn our passage. It will give the men who are hunting us that much more time to find us.'

'Maybe we should take our chances on the road.'

'Cazio and z'Acatto say the roads are much too closely watched. Even the road officers are offering reward for me now.'

Austra looked skeptical. 'That doesn't make sense. The men who tried to kill you at the coven were Hansan knights. What do they have to do with Vitellian road officers?'

'I don't know, and neither does Cazio.'

'If that's the case, won't they be watching the ships, as well?'

'Yes, but Cazio says he can find a captain who won't ask questions or tell tales'if we have the silver to pay him off.' She sighed. 'But that's not yet, and we have to eat, too. Worse, I was paid nothing today. What am I going to do tomorrow?'

Austra patted her shoulder. 'I got paid. We'll stop at the fish market and the carenso and buy our supper.'

The fishmarket was located at the edge of Perto Nevo, where the tall-masted ships brought their cargoes of timber and iron, and took in return casks of wine, olive oil, wheat, and silk. Smaller boats crowded the southern jetties, for the Vitellian waters teemed with shrimp, mussels, oysters, sardines, and a hundred other sorts offish Anne had never heard of. The market itself was a maze of crates and barrels heaped with gleaming sea prizes. Anne looked longingly at the giant prawns and black crabs'which were still kicking and writhing in tuns of brine'and at the heaps of sleek mackerel and silver tuna. They couldn't afford any of that and had to push deeper and farther, to where sardines lay sprinkled in salt and whiting was stacked in piles that had begun to smell.

The whiting was only two minsers per coinix, and it was there the girls stopped, noses wrinkled, to choose their evening meal.

'Z'Acatto said to look at the eyes,' Austra said. 'If they're cloudy or cross-eyed, they're no good.'

'This whole bunch is bad, then,' Anne said.

'It's the only thing we can afford,' Austra replied. 'There must be one or two good ones in the pile. We just have to look.'

'What about salt cod?'

'That has to soak for a day. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry now.'

A low feminine voice chuckled over their shoulders. 'No, sweets, don't buy any of that. You'll be sick for a nineday.'

The woman speaking to them was familiar'Anne had seen her z'Espino

often on their street, but had never spoken to her. She dressed scandalously and wore a great deal of rouge and makeup. She'd once heard z'Acatto say he 'couldn't afford that one,' so Anne figured she knew the woman's profession.

'Thanks,' Anne said, 'but we'll find a good one.'

The woman looked dubious. She had a strong, lean face and eyes of jet. Her hair was put up in a net that sparkled with glass jewels, and she wore a green gown, which, though it had seen better days, was still nicer than anything Anne owned at the moment.

'You two live on Six-Nymph Street. I've seen you'with that old drunkard and the handsome fellow, the one with the sword.'

'Yes,' Anne replied.

'I'm your neighbor. My name is Rediana.'

'I'm Feine and this is Lessa,' Anne lied.

'Well, girls, come with me,' Rediana said, her voice low. 'You'll find nothing edible here.'

Anne hesitated.

'I'll not bite you,' Rediana said. 'Come.'

Motioning them to follow, she led the two back to a table of flounder. Some were still flopping.

'We can't afford that,' Anne said.

'How much do you have?'

Austra held out a ten-minser coin. Rediana nodded.

'Parvio!' The man behind the tray of flounder was busy gutting a few fish for several well-dressed women. He was missing one eye, but didn't bother to cover the white scar there. He might have been sixty years old, but his bare arms were muscled like a wrestlers.

'Rediana, mi cara,' he said. 'What can I do for you?'

'Sell my friends a fish.' She took the coin from Austra's hand and passed it to him. He looked at it, frowned, then smiled at Anne and Austra. 'Take whichever pleases you, dears.'

'Melto brazi, casnar,' Austra said. She selected one of the flounders and put it in her basket. With a wink, Parvio handed her back a five-minser coin. The fish ought to have cost fifteen.

'Melto brazi, casnara,' Anne told Rediana, as they started toward the carenso.

'It's nothing, dear,' Rediana said. 'Actually, I've been hoping for a chance to talk to you.'

'Oh. About what?' Anne asked, a tad suspicious of the woman's goodwill.

'About a way you could put fish like that on the table every day. You're both quite pretty, and quite exotic. I can make something out of you. Not for those oafs on our street, either, but for a better class of client.'

'You'you want us to'?'

'It's only difficult the first time,' Rediana promised. 'And not so hard as that. The money is easy, and you've got that young swordsman to look out for you, if you come across a rough customer. He works for me already, you know.'

'Cazio?'

'Yes. He looks after some of the girls.'

'And he put you up to this?'

She shook her head. 'No. He said you would turn your noses up at me. But men often don't know what they're talking about.'

'He does this time,' Anne said, her voice frosty. 'Thank you very much for your help with the fish, but I'm afraid we must decline your offer.'

Rediana's eyes sharpened. 'You think you're too good for it?'

'Of course,' Anne said, before she could think better of it.

'I see.'

'No,' Anne said. 'No, you don't. I think you're too good for it, too.

No woman should have to do that.'

That put a queer little smile on Rediana's face. But she shrugged. 'Still you don't know what's best for you. You could earn more in a day than you do now in a month, and not ruin your looks with scrubwork. Think about it. If you change your mind, I'm easy enough to find.' With that, she sauntered off.

The two girls walked in silence for a few moments after Rediana left them. Then Austra cleared her throat. 'Anne, 7 could''

'No,' Anne said angrily. 'Thrice no. I would rather we never made it home, than on those terms.'

z'Espino

Anne was still fuming when they reached the carenso at the corner of Pari Street and the Vio Furo, but the smell of baking bread put everything from her mind but her hunger. The baker'a tall, gaunt man always covered in flour'gave them a friendly smile as they entered. He was slashing the tops of uncooked country loaves with a razor while behind him his assistant slid others into the oven on a long-handled peel. A large black dog lying on the floor looked up sleepily at the girls and put his head back down, thoroughly uninterested.

Bread was piled high in baskets and bins, in all shapes and sizes' golden brown round loaves the size of wagon wheels and decorated with the semblance of olive leaves, rough logs as long as an arm, smaller perechi you could wrap one hand around, crusty egg-shaped rolls dappled with oats'and that was just at first glance.

They spent two minsers on a warm loaf and turned their feet toward the Perto Veto, where their lodgings were located.

There they walked streets bounded by once-grand houses with marble-columned pastatos and balconied upper windows, picking their way through a shatter of unreplaced roof tiles and wine carafes, breathing air gravid with the scents of brine and sewage.

It was four bells, and women with low-cut blouses and coral-red lips'ladies of Rediana's profession'were already gathered on the upper-story balconies, calling to men who seemed as if they might have money and taunting those who did not. A knot of men on a cracked marble stoop passed around a jug of wine and whistled at Anne and Austra as they went by.

'It's the Duchess of Herilanz,' one of the men shouted. 'Hey, Duchess, give us a lass.'

Anne ignored him. In her month quartered in the Perto Veto, she had determined that most such men were harmless, though annoying.

At the next cross-street they turned up an avenue, entered a building through an open door, and climbed the stairs to their second-floor apartment. As they approached, Anne heard voices above' z'Acatto and someone else.

The door was open, and z'Acatto glanced up as they entered. He was an older man, perhaps fifty, a bit paunchy, his hair more gray than black. He sat on a stool talking to their landlord, Ospero. The men were of about the same age, but Ospero was nearly bald, and stockier yet. They both looked pretty drunk, and the three empty wine carafes that lay on the floor confirmed that impression. There was nothing unusual about that'z'Acatto stayed drunk most of the time. 'Dena dicolla, casnaras,' z'Acatto said. 'Good evening, z'Acatto,' Anne returned, 'Casnar Ospero.'

'You're home early,' z'Acatto noticed. 'Yes.' She didn't elaborate.

'We brought fish and bread,' Austra said brightly. 'That's good, that's good,'

the old man said. 'We'll need a white with that, perhaps a vino verio.'

'I'm sorry,' Austra said. 'We didn't have money for wine.' Ospero grunted and produced a silver menza. He squinted at it, then flipped it toward Austra. 'That for the wine, my pretty della.' He paused a bit to leer at the two girls, then shook his head. 'You know the place by Dank Moon Street? Escerros? Tell him I sent you. Tell him that will buy two bottles of the vino verio, or I'll come crack his head.'

'But I was',' Austra began.

'Go on, Austra. I'll cook the fish,' Anne said. She didn't like Ospero. There seemed something vaguely criminal about him and his friends. On the other hand, z'Acatto had somehow managed to convince him to rent them their rooms on credit for a week, and he had never done more than leer at her. They relied on his good graces, so she held her tongue.

She went to the cramped pantry and took out a jar of olive oil and a pouch of salt. She put a little of the oil into a small earthenware crematro, sprinkled both sides of the fish with salt, and placed it in the oil. She stared despondently at the preparation, wishing for the hundredth time that they could afford'or even find'butter for a change. Then she sighed, put the lid on the crematro, and carried it back down the stairs, then through an inner first floor door into the small courtyard that was shared by the building's inhabitants.

A few women were gathered around a small pit of glowing coals. There wasn't yet room for her dish, so she took a bench and waited, gazing absently around the dreary walls of flaking stucco, trying to imagine it as the orchard courtyard in her father's castle.

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A male voice foiled her attempt. 'Good evening, della.'

'Hello, Cazio,' she said without turning.

'How are you this evening?'

'Tired.'

She noticed there was room at the fire now, and stood to take the crematro over to it, but Cazio interposed himself.

'Let me,' he said.

Cazio was tall and lean, only slightly older than Anne, dressed in dark brown doublet and scarlet hose. A rapier in a battered scabbard hung at his side. His dark eyes peered down at her from a narrow, handsome face. 'Your day didn't go well?'

'Not as well as yours, I'm sure,' she replied, handing him the crematro.

'What do you mean by that?'

'I mean the work you've chosen must give you ample opportunity for refreshment.'

He looked puzzled.

'And don't try to look coy,' she said. 'I spoke with Rediana today. She told me what you've been doing.'

'Ah,' he said. He went over to place the roasting pan on the ashes and used a charred stick to bank them up around the edges. Then he came back and sat next to her. 'You don't approve?'

'It's nothing to me.'

'It ought not to be. I'm doing this for you, remember? I'm trying to earn passage for us to escort you home.'

'And yet we seem no nearer to departing than we were a month ago.'

'Sea passage does not come cheap, especially when the cargo must remain secret.

Speaking of which, take especial care. There are more men searching the streets for you than ever. I wonder if you know why.'

'I've told you, I don't.' It wasn't exactly a lie. She had no idea why there was a price on her head, but she figured it had to do somehow with her station and the dreams that troubled even her waking hours. Dreams that she knew came from'elsewhere.

'I took your word for silver,' he said, 'and I still do. But if there is any suspicion you have''

'My father is a wealthy and powerful man. That's the only cause I can imagine.'

'Do you have some rival who vies for his affections? A stepmother, perhaps?

Someone who would prefer not to see you return?'

'Oh, yes, my stepmother,' Anne said. 'How could I have forgotten? There was that time when she sent me out with the huntsman and told him to bring my heart back.

I would have died, then, if the old fellow hadn't taken a shine to me. He took her back the heart of a boar instead. And then there was that other time, when she sent me to fetch water, never mentioning the nicwer that lived in the stream, waiting to charm me and eat me. Yes, those events should have been clues to my present situation, but I suppose I didn't suspect her because dear father assured me she has changed so.'

'You're being sarcastic, aren't you?' Cazio guessed. 'This isn't a phay story, Cazio. I don't have a stepmother. There's no one in the family who would wish me ill. My father's enemies might, on the other hand, but I couldn't say exactly who they are. I'm

not very political.'

Cazio shrugged. 'Ah, well.' Then a smile brightened his face.

' You' re jealous,' he accused.

'What?'

'I've just figured it out. You think I'm sleeping with Rediana's ladies, and you're jealous.'

'I am not jealous,' Anne said. 'I already have a true love, and he is not you.'

'Oh, yes, the fabled Roderick. A wonderful man, I hear. A true prince. I'm sure he would have answered your letter, if given another few months to get around to it.'

'We've been around this before.' Anne sighed. 'Escort whomever you wish, do with them what you will. I am grateful to you, Cazio, for all your help, but''

'Wait.' Cazio's voice was clipped now, his face suddenly very serious.

'What is it?'

'Your father sent you to the coven Saint Cer, didn't he?'

'It was my mother, actually,' she corrected.

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'And did your true love Roderick know where you were bound?'

'It all happened too quickly. I thought I was going to Cal Azroth, and told him that, and then that very night my mother changed her mind. I had no way to send him word.'

'He couldn't have discovered it through gossip?'

'No. I was sent away in secret. No one was supposed to know.'

'But then you dispatched a letter to your beloved'a letter I delivered to the Church cuveitur myself'and in a matter of ninedays those knights came to the coven. Doesn't that strike you as suspicious?'

It did strike'it struck like tinder in Anne's breast.

'You go too far, Cazio. You have slandered Roderick before, but to suggest'to imply'' She stammered off, too angry to continue, all the more because it made a sort of sense. But it couldn't be true, because Roderick loved her.

'The knights were from Hansa,' she said. 'I knew their language. Roderick is from Hornladh.'

But silently she remembered something her aunt Lesbeth once told her. It seemed long ago, but it was something about Roderick's house being out of favor at court because they had once supported a Reiksbaurg claim to the throne.

No. It's ridiculous.

She was about to tell Cazio that when Austra suddenly burst into the courtyard.

She was out of breath, and her face was flushed and wet with tears.

'What's wrong?' Anne asked, taking Austra's hands.

'It's horrible, Anne!'

'What?'

'I's-s-saw a cuveitur. He was giving out the news in the square, by the wine shop. He'd just come from' Oh, Anne, what shall we do?'

'Austra, what?'

Her friend bit her lip and looked into Anne's eyes. 'I have terrible news,' she whispered. 'The worst in the world.'