The Lost Library of Cormanthy - Mel Odom [79]
that time, I knew everything he did. He had no secret considerations about
things we'd found that he didn't share with me."
"It sounds like the two of you were very close," Cordyan said.
"Maybe too close," Baylee agreed. "If there had been space allowed somewhere along the way, maybe I would have been there when he needed me."
If Golsway could not take care of himself at the time, Xuxa interposed, you would only have died with him.
"Do you know what he was working on?" Cordyan asked.
"No. Did anyone find a journal like this one?"
Cordyan shook her head. "Not yet. A team was still investigating the premises when I was told to find you. Maybe they've found it in my absence."
Behind her, Cthulad and Calebaan broke up the conversation after the meal. The members of the Waterdhavian watch group gathered their traveling packs once again.
"Looks like we're about to get back onto the path," Baylee said.
Cordyan nodded. "I'm sorry to have interrupted your work time."
"No need," Baylee replied. "It was an enjoyable talk. I look forward to another."
The watch lieutenant walked away.
Baylee watched her, admiring the sleek roll of hips beneath the tunic's edge. She didn't walk like someone deliberately drawing attention to herself. The swaying gait was a natural part of the woman.
She turned abruptly. "Where did Golsway keep his journal at his home?"
The question almost caught Baylee off guard. He never let his features
change. "There's a desk in his study. Did anyone check there?"
"I'll ask when we get back."
Baylee watched her go again. She's good, he told Xuxa. We'll have to be careful around her.
She'll only find out about Golsway's hidden precaution if you let it slip. Xuxa paused. You don't have to worry about that because I won't allow it to happen.
16
"Do you trust him?"
Cordyan Tsald glanced at Piergeiron, who stood in the wreckage of Fannt Golsway's house beside her. She had seen the Commander of the Watch on a number of occasions, and talked with him at times as well, but he still made her feel like a green recruit.
"No," she replied. "Baylee Arnvold holds to his own agenda of things." She shifted her gaze back up the stairs to the men under her command who were shifting debris again, taking out things Baylee said meant nothing to their investigation. "I would stake my life that he had nothing to do with his mentor's death. However, he will tell us only what he wants us to know."
Piergeiron shook his head. "That is all Golsway's doing. The old mage had a certain way of looking at social responsibility."
"Such as waiting until he was finished thinking over whatever he wanted to think over, then deciding what the best course of action was? For everyone involved."
"Exactly. Golsway was never one to be an oarsman, unless he was pulling his own boat." Piergeiron shifted irritably, anxious to be on with other things.
Cordyan didn't want to mention to her commander that she could handle things at the house quite easily. She covered a yawn with one hand. The last week had been spent nearly nonstop traveling to the warded area in the Dragonspine Mountains where they had used the gateway there to make the jump back to Waterdeep. The gateway was a closely guarded secret of Piergeiron's, and the command word they had been given only worked once each way to cut down on the months of travel that would have otherwise been necessary.
"What do you think he knows?" Piergeiron asked.
"He knows where Golsway's journal is," Cordyan replied.
"You're certain?"
"I know what I believe," she answered. "But what I can prove is entirely another matter. What have you found out about Civva Cthulad?"
"The man has an excellent reputation," the Commander of the Watch replied. "From all accounts, you have nothing to fear where he is concerned."
"I was worried about him when he volunteered to come with us."
"Cthulad is the type of man who would volunteer immediately after such an
event." Piergeiron glanced at the man that appeared in the doorway. "I've got to go to another meeting. If there's anything I need