in this town who deals in gems?’
The barkeep nodded. ‘Three doors down on the right. Name’s Alescook.’
‘Good,’ said Locklear. ‘I need to purchase a gift for a lady.’
The barkeep grinned. ‘I understand, sir. Now, one word: caution.’
‘I don’t understand,’ said Locklear.
‘I’m not saying Kiefer Alescook can’t be trusted, but let’s just say the source of some of his merchandise is a bit dodgy.’
‘Ah,’ said Locklear, nodding as if now he understood. ‘Thanks. I’ll bear that in mind.’
Locklear returned to the table and said, ‘I’ve found our man. He’s nearby and we’ll see him first thing in the morning.’
‘Good,’ said Gorath. ‘I tire of your company.’
Locklear laughed. ‘You’re not exactly an ale and fair song yourself, Gorath.’
Owyn said, ‘Well, whatever. I’m tired and if we’re to sleep on the floor, I don’t want to get too far from the fire.’
Locklear realized that men were now bedding down for the night and replied, ‘Over there.’
They moved to the indicated spot and unrolled their bedding. After a few minutes of listening to the sounds of hushed conversation from those few men still at the tables or the door opening and closing as men left to return to their homes, Locklear fell into a deep sleep.
The merchant looked up as the three men entered the room. He was an old man, looking frail to the point of infirmity. He regarded the three with rheumy eyes. He studied Gorath for a moment, then said, ‘If you’ve come for gold, I sent it north with one of your kind two days ago.’
Gorath said, ‘I did not come for gold.’
Locklear said, ‘We came looking for information.’
The merchant fell silent. After a moment, he said, ‘Information? Find a rumour-monger. I deal in gems and other fine items.’
‘And from what we hear, you’re not too particular as to the source of those items.’
‘Are you suggesting I deal in stolen property?’ demanded the old man, his voice rising.
Locklear held up his hand. ‘I suggest nothing, but I am seeking a particular stone.’
‘What?’
‘A ruby, unusual in size and character. I seek to return it to its rightful owner, no questions asked. If you came by it, no fault will be placed at your feet, if you help us recover it. If you don’t, then I suggest you may receive a visit from a royal magistrate and some very disapproving guardsmen from the garrison at Tyr-Sog.’
The old man’s expression turned calculating. His balding pate shone in the light of a single lantern that hung overhead. With feigned indifference he said, ‘I have nothing to hide. But I may be able to help you.’
‘What do you know?’ asked Locklear.
‘Lately, my business has been brisk, but it’s an unusual sort of trade, and I’ve been in this business for fifty years, lad.
‘Recently, I’ve been handling transactions for parties I have not met, through agents and couriers. Most unusual, but profitable. Gems of high quality, many of them very rare, even remarkable, have passed through my hands.’
‘Tsurani gems?’ asked Locklear.
‘Precisely!’ said the old man. ‘Yes, similar enough to our own rubies, sapphires, emeralds and the like to be recognized as such, but with slight variations only an expert might notice. And also, other gems unlike any found on this world.’
‘Whom do you represent?’ asked Locklear.
‘No one known to me,’ said the old man. ‘At irregular intervals of late, dark elves like your companion have come here, and they drop off gems. Later a man comes from the south and brings me gold. I take a commission and wait for the dark elves to return and take the gold.’
Gorath turned to Locklear. ‘Delekhan. He’s using the gold to arm our people.’
Locklear held his hand up, requesting silence. ‘We’ll talk later.’ To the old man he said, ‘Who buys the gems?’
‘I don’t know, but the man who receives them is known as Isaac. He lives down in Hawk’s Hollow.’
‘Have you seen this Isaac?’ asked Locklear.
‘Many times. He’s a young man, about your height. Light brown hair he wears long to his shoulders.’
‘Does he speak like an Easterner?’
‘Yes, now that you mention it. He sounds court bred at times.’
Locklear said, ‘Thank you. I will mention your aid should any official investigation come of this.’
‘I am always eager to help the authorities. I run a lawful enterprise.’
‘Good.’ Locklear motioned toward Gorath’s purse and said, ‘Sell him the stone.’
Gorath took out the snow sapphire he had taken from the dead moredhel and put it down before Alescook.
The merchant picked it up and examined it. ‘Ah, a nice one. I have a buyer for these down south. I’ll give you a golden sovereign for it.’
‘Five,’ said Locklear.
‘These are not that rare,’ said Alescook, tossing it back to Gorath, who started to put it away. ‘But, on the other hand … two sovereigns.’
‘Four,’ said Locklear.
‘Three, and that’s done with it.’
They took the gold, enough for a meal along the way, left and went outside. To his companions Locklear said, ‘We’re passing through Hawk’s Hollow on our way to Krondor, so our next choice is easy. We find Isaac.’
As he mounted his horse, Gorath said, ‘This Isaac is known to you, then?’
Locklear said, ‘Yes. He’s the second biggest rogue I’ve known in my life. A fine companion for drinking and brawling. If he’s caught up in something dodgy, it wouldn’t surprise me.’
They turned their horses southward and left the large, rolling valley of Loriel, entering the narrow river valley leading southward. Locklear had been able to purchase a little food at the inn, but the lack of funds was starting to worry him. He knew they could hunt, but his sense of something dark approaching was growing by the day. A renegade moredhel chieftain bringing warning of possible invasion, money moving to the north to buy weapons from weapons runners, and somehow the Tsurani were involved. Any way he looked at this, it was a bad situation.
Unable to put aside his foreboding, he kept his thoughts to himself.
Gorath
