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“Damn, Greeneyes, you never told me this place was so big!”
    “I’m used to it,” Kethry shrugged.
    “Well, I’m not,” Tarma shook her head in amazement. The street they led their beasts on was fully wide enough for two carts with plenty of space for them to pass. It was actually paved with bricks, something Tarma didn’t ever remember seeing before, and had a channel down the middle and a gutter on either side for garbage and animal droppings. There were more people than she ever recalled seeing in one place in her life; she and Kethry were elbow to elbow in the crush. Kessira snorted, not liking so many strangers so close. “Why isn’t anyone riding? Why’d the Guard say riding was counter the law?” Tarma asked, noticing that while there were beasts and carts in plenty, all were being led, like theirs—just as the guard had told them.
    “No one but a member of one of the Fifty is allowed to ride within the walls, and for good reason. Think what would happen if somebody lost control of his beast in this crush!”
    “Reasonable. Look, there’s our inn—”
    The sign was plain enough—the pieces of an actual blade nailed up to a shingle suspended above the road. They turned their mounts’ heads into a narrow passage that led into a square courtyard. The inn itself was built entirely around this yard. It was two-storied, of the ubiquitous wood stained a dark brown; old, but in excellent repair. The courtyard itself was newly swept. The stabling was to the rear of the square, the rest of the inn forming the other three sides.
    “Stay here, I want to have a look at the stabling. That will tell me everything I need to know.” Tarma handed over her mare’s reins to Kethry, and strode purposefully toward the stable door. She was intercepted by a gray-haired, scar-faced man in a leather apron.
    “Swordlady, welcome,” he said. “How may we serve you?”
    “Bed, food and stabling for two—if I like what I see. And I’d like to see the stables first.”
    He grinned with the half of his mouth not puckered with a scar. “Shin‘a’in? Thought so—this way, lady.”
    He himself led the way into the stables, and Tarma made up her mind then and there. It was clean and swept, there was no smell of stale dung or urine. The mangers were filled with fresh hay, the buckets with clean water, and the only beasts tied were those few whose wild or crafty eyes and laid-back ears told Tarma that they were safer tied than loose.
    “Well, I do like what I see. Now if you aren’t going to charge us like we were gold-dripping palace fatheads, I think you’ve got a pair of boarders. Oh, and Jervac sent us.”
    The man looked pleased. “I’m Hadell; served with Jervac until a brawl got me a cut tendon and mustering-out pay. About the charges; two trade-silver a day for both of you and your beasts, if you and the mage are willing to share a bed. Room isn’t big, I’ll warn you, but it’s private. That two pieces gets you bed and breakfast and supper; dinner you manage on your own. Food is guard-fare; it’s plain, but there’s plenty of it and my cook’s a good one. I’ll go the standard three days’ grace; more, if you’ve got something to leave with me as a pledge. Suits?”
    “Suits,” Tarma replied, pleased. “I do have a pledge, but I’d rather save it until I need it. Where’s your stableboy? I odn’t want my mare to get a mouthful of him.”
    “Her,” Hadell corrected her. “My daughter. We’re a family business here. I married the cook, my girl works the stables, my boys wait tables.”
    “Safer than the other way ‘round, hey? Especially as she gets to the toothsome age.” Tarma shared a crooked grin with him, as he gave a piercing whistle. A shaggy-haired urchin popped out of the door of what probably was the grain room, and trotted up, favoring Tarma with an utterly fearless grin.
    “This is—” he cocked his head inquiringly.
    “Tarma shena Tale‘sedrin. Shin’a‘in, as you