The Floodgate - Elaine Cunningham [59]
"Here it is." Tzigone slid her finger down the page, scanning the neat runes.
"Zephyr once worked for Queen Fiordella. Very impressive."
"What does that mean?"
Tzigone shrugged. "Damned if I know. Write this down: After Fiordella died, Zephyr went to Cyclominia the necromancer, and from there to Rondati Denister, and finally to Procopio."
The wizard scribbled furiously on a scrap of parchment "Any before the queen?"
Tzigone read the names of his patrons, which Sinestra transcribed. "That goes back nearly two hundred years, but he was a very old elf. This doesn't say what he did before." She sighed in frustration and closed the book. "Let's check his room."
Sinestra looked dubious, but she handed the parchment to Tzigone and followed as the young thief paced the library, tapping softly on the bookshelves and wall panels.
"Here is it," she said at last. She leaned against one of the shelves, which turned as easily as a weather vane in a stiff breeze. Small lamps flickered on to reveal a long, narrow hall.
Sinestra peered in. "Magical lighting. No dust. Not my idea of a hidden passage."
"If you want cobwebs and ghosts, there are more interesting tunnels in the lower levels," Tzigone told her, only half in jest. She prodded the woman into motion. Sinestra moaned but started down the passage.
They hurried to the end of the corridor and up a narrow spiral staircase.
"Wizard-lords don't like to be kept waiting," Tzigone explained, "and they like to keep secrets. After you've gone through a few villas, you see a pattern: back corridors for the servants, private entrances for the counselors and mistresses. I'll bet you coins against crumbs that this leads to his chief counselor's room."
Tzigone was almost right-the passage led to a richly appointed bedchamber.
Two servant girls were busily stripping the crumpled silk covering from the wide bed. They looked up, startled, at the new arrivals.
"Take off your scarf," Tzigone whispered.
Sinestra complied. Her hair fell in long, gleaming dark waves about her face.
"Start undressing."
The wizard's lips curved as she caught Tzigone's ploy. She began to peel off the servant's smock to reveal the daring gown beneath.
Tzigone turned to the servants. "Is there a bath prepared?"
The girls exchanged glances. "No," one of them ventured.
"Well, go to the kitchens and fetch heated water! See that you steep it well with jasmine and hyssop. Lord Procopio specifically asked for a sunrise tryst so there is little time to waste!"
The servants bustled from the room to tend this apparently routine task.
Sinestra chuckled and tied her scarf back into place. "Quick thinking! We return to the library and try again?"
"Unless you'd rather await Procopio here."
They tried twice more before they found their way to Zephyr's chamber. The room was sparse and somber: a cot, a table with an inkpot and a candle, a small hanging mirror, and three narrow windows. A few jordaini garments in pristine white linen still hung on the wall pegs.
Still, Tzigone checked the room methodically. She found a small empty cupboard hidden behind the mirror, a trapdoor in the floor, but nothing more.
"Nothing here links Zephyr to Kiva," she said at last. "I was sure he'd leave at least one small thread. People generally do."
"Maybe he was careful."
"Maybe someone else got here before us," Tzigone countered. "Procopio probably wants to find that link between Zephyr and Kiva as badly as I do!"
"Surely Procopio Septus would have nothing to do with an elf rogue!" protested Sinestra.
"My point exactly. He'd want to get rid of anything that might appear to link them." Tzigone sighed and rolled her shoulders to ease the tension-knotted muscles. "I'm finished. Do you want to take something before we go?"
The wizard surveyed the austere room, tapping her chin thoughtfully with her forefinger. "Not much here to take. A jordain's lot seems rather bleak."
"True, but there's always something." Tzigone went to work again, checking again for hidden compartments, patting down the garments for pockets. She found a tiny