Cormyr_ a novel - Ed Greenwood [149]
"Ah… um…" he began auspiciously, and then, irritated at his own discomfort, he brought a fist gently down on the table and said grimly, "Something dark and treacherous is going on in this realm, and I'm going to do something about it."
The other two looked at him, and Dauneth felt a sudden swelling of pride. Again neither of them laughed at him, nor did they look anything other than serious as their eyes rested on him thoughtfully.
"I know of a way to get into the palace," Emthrara said then, "where few folk should see our arrival. A way I know of for… professional reasons."
"I've never been one for waiting overlong," Dauneth told her firmly.
"Aye," Rhauligan said dryly. "I've noticed."
He did blush then, but Emthrara laid a hand on his arm and murmured, "Come on, then."
Dauneth followed hard on the Harper's heels. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore. Finally he was doing something that mattered, and his skin fairly crawled with eagerness. Finally, after all these years, he felt truly alive.
* * * * *
"Lie down here, beside me," the tavern dancer said in his ear, and suddenly she went to her hands and knees and crawled in under the bushes. Dauneth cast a quick look around the royal gardens, noting the helms of some Purple Dragons not far away, and followed her. Patches of bare, hard-packed ground amid the moss told him that this was a way that had been traveled a time or two before. Emthrara was lying on her belly, stretched out along the wall. "Beside me," she murmured again, and Dauneth hastily lay down as she bade him. Emthrara added, "Watch, and then follow me quickly," and stretched out the toe of her boot to touch a certain small stone on the wall. It gave slightly. Holding it in, she reached out her arm until her fingertips touched another stone. It moved, just a trifle-and all the stones between them quietly folded down and inward, revealing a long, low slotlike opening. Without any hesitation, the dancer rolled sideways into it with a pale flash of exposed leg.
Dauneth propelled himself after her and promptly encountered soft flesh in the darkness as he rolled into her. Behind him, there was a faint grating sound and then suddenly complete darkness again as the stones rose back into place.
He lay there, smelling cold, damp stone and earth, and-just for an instant-wondered why he was doing this.
"Take this," Emthrara said into his ear, seeming to know exactly where it was in the darkness, "and put it into your inside pouch-the one where you keep the gems and the letters of reference your father gave you."
Dauneth froze. How had she known about that? He'd then he relaxed. Probably just about every man she meets visiting at court carries pretty much the same things. He felt something smooth brush his fingers: a tube of parchment… a scroll, tied with a ribbon.
"Don't crush it," the tavern dancer murmured. "If anyone challenges your presence, show it to them and say you've been hired by a master you dare not reveal-Alusair, if they force an answer out of you-to give this message to the Lord High Wizard Vangerdahast personally. If you crawl straight ahead in the darkness, you'll find steps leading up. Stand up then, but not before, and walk up the steps. There's a door two paces beyond that, it opens inward by a pull-ring and leads to a space behind the hangings in the Blue Banners Room. Try not to be seen emerging, after you're out, walk along unhurriedly but purposefully, as if you know where you're going and belong there. Don't run if a guard challenges you-oh, and try not to burn the place down or kill too many people. Good luck, young hope of the realm."
And then a pair of soft, warm lips found his mouth in the darkness, kissed him fondly but thoroughly, and she was gone. Dauneth heard a soft swish of a shoe edge on stone, another small sound, and then nothing. He was alone in the darkness, under the very wall of the palace. His place and manner of entrance was probably not what anyone in House Marliir had intended. Dauneth grinned at that, made sure the scroll was secured, and crawled