Masquerades - Kate Novak [129]
"It is not just Olive. I have seen it with my shen sight. He is corrupted. He is an evil man."
"Four days ago your shen sight saw he was virtuous," Alias argued heatedly.
"I was deceived somehow. Some illusion covered the truth."
"How do you know you aren't being deceived now?" Alias demanded.
"Olive convinced me that I was wrong."
"I think Olive talked you into seeing something that isn't there," Alias snapped. She burst into a tirade, which consisted of several growls and clicks audible to the other party goers around them, and a few of them glanced nervously in her direction. "I'm tired of hearing about your shen sight, of the way you judge everyone with it. There's more to people than your paladin visions. What they say and what they do is what really matters. That's how I know Victor is good," she declared. She spun around and bolted off.
*****
While the swordswoman and the paladin argued, Kimbel slipped up behind Lord Victor.
"Is everything in place?" the merchant asked.
"Yes, but there may be a problem," the servant whispered. "The lizard was studying you and seemed to have an attack of some kind. I suspect he has seen past the illusion projected by your amulet of misdirection."
"Bloody hell," Victor muttered. "He's talking with Alias now."
"I suggest you continue with the plan," Kimbel said. "If there is a problem, you can deal with her once you are alone. I can deal with the lizard."
"Remove him, but do not kill him yet," Victor ordered. "She might be able to sense that somehow. Make it appear innocent."
"As if he left town in a fit of paladin snobbery," Kimbel suggested.
"Yes. Nice touch," Victor agreed. "Go."
The former assassin slipped away. Victor looked in Alias and Dragonbait's direction. Alias appeared to be arguing with the paladin, which was certainly a good sign. The merchant lord spotted Thistle Thalavar stand-
ing beside her imposing grandmother. The girl was as good a pawn as any, Lord Victor thought. He hurried over to ask her to dance.
Alias returned to the spot where she'd left Victor, only to discover he'd escorted Thistle Thalavar out to the dance floor. She slipped her mask back on, grateful for the way it hid her fury. She watched as Thistle seemed to hang on Victor's every word. The merchant lord may think of her as a child, but it was obvious the young girl thought of him as a hero. Alias felt miserable standing alone in the room full of people, but she could hardly blame Victor for abandoning her. After all, he was supposed to mix with the guests. The swordswoman was just toying with the idea of finding herself another dance partner when Victor and Thistle parted company. Thistle moved in Dragonbait's direction and Victor came toward Alias.
The young noblewoman soon cornered her quarry and dragged the saurial onto the dance floor for a quadrille.
"I thought your friend could use a little coaxing onto the dance floor," the nobleman explained as he rejoined the swordswoman. "He looks far too dour for a celebration. Thistle said she'd see what she could- Alias, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Alias retorted hurriedly. "What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Well, you're shaking, for one thing," Victor replied as he placed his warm hands on her shoulders. "And, well, with your complexion, you do tend to color when you're angry. Even your shoulders are red. Perhaps we should talk in private. Come upstairs with me."
The white-caped guards on the stairs parted for the son of Luer Dhostar and his guest. Halfway up the stairs, Alias shot a glance down at the dance floor. Dragonbait was acquitting himself admirably, keeping up with Thistle's steps, but the swordswoman could tell his heart was not in the motions.
Victor hesitated before opening the door to the conference suite. "I need to explain something. I was planning on asking you up here to-to talk. I realize maybe this is a bad time for it, so please don't misunderstand."
He swung open the door, and Alias felt her heart melting despite her anger. The drab conference room had been