Aerlin was still buzzing from her encounter with Reni when she arrive back at the lodgings and office she shared with Sineo. Their rooms were on the second floor of a blocky two-story just barely on the northern side of the Promenade. Their neighborhood, Tarloc Circle, was a mix of residential and commercial buildings east of the Council Hall but still west of the rows of mansions lining the northeast corner of the city where Bridge's wealthy elite dwelled. Tarloc Circle wasn't too fancy or too shabby, which was just the way Aerlin and Sineo liked it.
As she crossed the Promenade, Aerlin mused, as she often did, that the broad stone road which seperated the northern and southern halves of the city was rather like the Great Rift itself. It was a divide sundering two worlds, as different as night and day. In the wider world, the great human empires of Langelia and Hegg were kept apart by the Rift, with only Bridge to connect them. And within Bridge, the posh, aristocratic north was buffered from the hard-working but poorer south by the Promenade.
She'd spent enough time in both halves of the city to know that, when you got down to it, there wasn't much difference between the people on either side of the Promenade, except that those down south had the decency to look you in the eyes when they stabbed you in the back, while those up north hated to get their own hands dirty. Most of her best clients lived on the northern side, so it behooved her to keep rooms there.
But everyone knows the best bars are down south, as long as you don't mind risking your purse being lifted.
The bottom floor of Aerlin's building was a tavern called Six Cups that plied the cheapest ale and wine north of the Promenade. The libations were weak and watery, but the place was clean and the location was convenient when Aerlin and Sineo had a night off, which had been lamentably often lately. She smiled as she walked by the window and saw a few regulars already three or four cups deep despite the fact that it was still early afternoon. There were days when she might have joined them, but tonight was too important for daytime drinking.
Aerlin had to cross around back to the alley to access the stairs leading up to the second floor. The entrance wasn't terribly convenient, but she and Sineo seldom entertained clients at home. At the top of the stairs was a thick wooden door which opened straight into their shared office. The room stretched from the rear of the building to the front, and contained so many cluttered piles of books and papers that it resembled a scaled model of the Mountains of Maridel.
As if on cue, the blue Willspeaker on her desk began singing when she stepped through the door.
And who could this be?
she wondered. Aerlin walked over to her desk and waved a hand at the receiver, Willing it to activate.
"Hello?" she said.
"Ah, Mistress Aerlin," came the measured and confident voice of Urien Torland from the other end. "I was hoping you'd be done with your errands by now."
She couldn't help smiling.
I love it when boys call me.
"Prince Urien," she said. "What a nice surprise. I didn't expect you to call me personally."
Urien let out a clipped chuckled.
"Even a prince of Hegg can concentrate hard enough to operate a Willspeaker. Though I admit that Pendelwort helped me find your frequency."
Not all princes personally call up women, however
, thought Aerlin. She wasn't sure if she should feel flattered or if it she should mark this down as one more idiosyncrasy that set Urien apart from every other person of royal blood she'd ever met.
"How has your day fared?" Aerlin asked.
"Quite well, thank you," he said. The prince immediately changed gears, apparently unwilling to get into specifics about his activities. "Can I see you tonight?"
Not one to beat around the bush
, thought Aerlin. There was something very charming about his directness, but she was also conscious of the fact that Altena wanted information on the Prince's activities, and so far he was proving to be very unwilling to share. Aerlin also felt a pang of regret.
Any other night but this one, my prince
, she thought.
"I'm afraid I'm otherwise engaged this evening," she said.
There was a momentary silence from the other end, just long enough to make her wonder.
Jealous, Urien?
she thought.
How sweet.
"How disappointing," he said, his tone betraying no hint of hurt or envy. "Though I do hope your evening's pursuits prove fruitful."
"I'm sure they'll be very interesting, if nothing else," said Aerlin. "Perhaps I'll have a story to tell you later."
"I hope that there is a 'later,'" said Urien. "Though I get the sense that this week is going to be hectic for you."
Now what gives you that idea,
thought Aerlin. She wondered if he could have known of Prince Garin's arrival already.
"These are hectic times for all of Bridge," said Aerlin. "But I'm confident we'll have more time together. Tomorrow evening, perhaps?"
"I believe the Mairie has a reception of some kind planned for tomorrow," said Urien. "Sure to be full of stuffy nobles and awful chamber music. But perhaps I'll see you there?"
"I think it's a distinct possibility. Maybe we can sneak away and find a more stimulating diversion."
"Now that sounds like a way to liven up a party," replied Urien, and Aerlin recognized the shift in his tone of voice. She imagined his face, and could almost see the want in his eyes.
"I have some news for you, your highness," she said playfully. "I paid a visit to that blonde-haired girl we saw onstage last night. She's a half-elf hedge wizard named Reni, and she proved very. . . tractable."
"That sounds like another story worth hearing." His voice was growing husky, and Aerlin felt a thrill of delight at teasing him.
"You'll like Reni," said Aerlin. "Maybe I'll bring her along tomorrow and you two can get better acquainted."
"What do you expect me to do with myself tonight?" asked Urien. "I might die from anticipation."
"Poor Urien," said Aerlin. "I'm sure you'll find a way to occupy yourself. But alas, I really must be going. Duty calls."
"Don't let me keep you, then," said Urien. The lust immediately disappeared from his voice, and his tone was all business again. "Until tomorrow, Mistress Aerlin."
A tone sounded as Urien disconnected the Willspeaker on his end. Aerlin breathed deeply and realized that their conversation had gotten her worked up as well. She was picturing Urien's predatory golden eyes and wanting nothing more than to be his prey.
Then Altena's cold blue gaze invaded her musings, and she felt a tickling of curiosity returning. Urien was up to something - the "hectic week" he'd alluded to - and the Mairie knew more than she was saying as well. Aerlin was caught in the middle, pumping both sides for information but lacking the full picture. Why was Urien Torland in Bridge? It couldn't be mere coincidence that he and a Prince of Langelia were arriving so close to one another. She hated being in the dark, and more than that, she hated being used without knowing why.
I'll have to get to the bottom of this my own way
, thought Aerlin.
You can't call the game without any cards, after all.
"So that's your mysterious new client," said Sineo, walking into the office from the next room. Her partner had clearly been eavesdropping, and one of his thick black eyebrows was raised inquisitively. Sineo had clearly not left the house today. He was dressed in plain beige trousers and a leather jerkin with no undershirt, plainly displaying his well-muscled chest, meticulously shorn of hair.
"
Our
mysterious new client," replied Aerlin.
She tossed the purse Altena had given her over to Sineo, who caught it with one hand. He pulled on the strings and looked inside before giving an appreciative whistle.
"You've been a busy girl," he said.
"You don't know the half of it," said Aerlin. "That was Prince Urien Torland of Hegg I was speaking to just now. A prince of Langelia is arriving tonight, and his twin sister tomorrow. Altena's agreed to pay us both a retainer: one and a half times our normal rate for seven days while we entertain the royalty."