hair. âI found it, your Majesty,â he reported to the Emperor. âIt comes out in the basement of that barracks the Church Knights have been using.â He looked appraisingly at Sparhawk. âIâd heard you were back,â he said. âWeâve managed to pick up a little information for you.â
âI appreciate that, Caalador,â Sparhawk replied quietly. The big Pandionâs almost inhuman calm had them all more than a little on edge.
âStragen was a bit distracted after what happened to the Baroness here,â Caalador reported, âso I was left more or less to my own devices. I took some fairly direct steps. The ideas were all mine, so donât blame him for them.â
âYou donât have to do that, Caalador,â Stragen said,carefully tucking a blanket round Melidereâs shoulders. âYou didnât do anything I didnât approve of.â
âI take it that there were a few atrocities,â Ulath surmised.
âLet me start at the beginning,â Caalador said, brushing his hands through his hair, trying to dislodge the cobwebs. âOne of the men weâd been planning to kill during the Harvest Festival managed to evade my cut-throats, and he sent me a message offering to exchange information for his life. I agreed to that, and he told me something I didnât know about. We knew that there were tunnels under the lawns here in the imperial compound, but what we
didnât
know is that the ground under the whole cityâs honeycombed with more tunnels. Thatâs how Krager and his friends got into the imperial grounds, and thatâs how they took the Queen and her maid out.â
âPrithee, good Master Caalador, stay a moment,â Xanetia said. I have seen into the memories of the Minister of the Interior, and he had no knowledge of such tunnels.â
âThat wouldnât be hard to explain, Anarae,â Patriarch Emban told her. âAmbitious underlings quite often conceal things from their superiors. Teovin, Director of the Secret Police, probably had his eye on Kolataâs position.â
âThatâs most likely it, your Grace,â Caalador agreed. âAnyway, my informant knew the location of
some
of the tunnels, and I put men down there to look around for more while I questioned various members of the Secret Police who were in custody. My methods were fairly direct, and the ones who survived the questioning were more than happy to co-operate.
âThe tunnels were very busy on the night the Queen was abducted. The diplomats who were forted up in the Cynesgan Embassy knew about the scheme, and they realized that weâd kick down their walls as soon as wefound out that the Queen was gone. They tried to escape through the tunnels, but I already had men down in those rat-holes. There were a number of noisy encounters, and we either rounded up or killed just about the entire embassy staff. The Ambassador himself survived, and I let him watch while I interrogated several under-secretaries. Iâm very fond of Queen Ehlana, so I was quite firm with them.â He looked at Sephrenia. I donât think I need to go into too much detail,â he added.
âThank you,â Sephrenia murmured.
âThe Ambassador didnât really know all that much,â Caalador continued apologetically, âbut he
did
tell me that Scarpa and his friends were going south from here â which may or may not have been a ruse. His Majesty ordered the ports of Micae and Saranth sealed, and he put Atan patrols on the road from Tosa to the coast, just to be on the safe side. Nothingâs turned up yet, so Scarpa either got away ahead of us, or heâs gone down a hole someplace nearby.â
The door opened, and Kring rejoined them, his face gloomy.
âDid you unchain her?â Tynian asked him.
âThat wouldnât be a good idea right now, friend Tynian. She feels personally responsible for the
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