The Wyvern's Spur - Kate Novak [127]
"I knew you would," Cat said with just a hint of sassiness. "Well, first, if your partner Jade had the spur, why did she go to the trouble of picking Flattery's pocket to see if he had it?"
"Obviously so I wouldn't suspect she had it," Olive replied. "She had hinted that she had something to tell me, but that someone else had sworn her to secrecy until it was all over. I presume the someone was Drone. I wish she had trusted me with her little family secret. She might still be alive."
Cat drummed her fingers impatiently on the table. She couldn't help feeling that there was something this halfling was keeping from her. Anxious to catch her in some falsehood, Cat launched into her next question. "If I can't be detected magically or scried, how come the divination Steele had done led him straight to my pocket?"
"Oh, but it didn't," Olive explained. "Steele had the divination done yesterday. It told him the spur was in the little ass's pocket. I know, because I was keeping tabs on Steele as well as Flattery. You didn't have the spur yesterday."
"You did," Cat recalled. She remained suspicious of whatever excuse the halfling would make.
"Yes. The divination told Steele the spur was in my pocket." Olive worked her brain overtime. Cat must not suspect she was Birdie. She had to explain why the divination had called her a little ass. "You see, I was-I am," Olive said it more firmly, "Little Ass. It's my code name among the Harpers. Fortunately, Steele doesn't know me or my code name. I presume Waukeen chose not to reveal to him where the spur was, so the divination was as obtuse as possible."
"And what was your partner Jade's code name?" Cat asked disbelievingly. "The Gold Dragon?"
"Silver Spoon," Olive snapped, looking up from the tea set. She reached again into Jade's magic pouch and pulled out the silver spoon she'd noticed that morning. She laid the spoon on the table. "Her trademark," Olive said.
Cat picked up the spoon. "J.W. Jade what?" she asked.
"Wyvernspur, of course. As I told you, she was a Wyvernspur like you, though she went more commonly as Jade More. She liked to keep her true identity a secret." Olive spoke with confidence, but to herself she wondered, What was Jade doing with a silver spoon with her initials on it-was it a gift from Drone?
Cat looked down at the table, a little less certain that the halfling had been lying to her. "Mistress Ruskettle, about that crystal you saw Jade steal from Flattery-the one as dark as a new moon? Are you sure it was destroyed? You didn't tell me that just to be sure I wouldn't go back to Flattery, did you?"
Olive searched Cat's eager face. The mage wanted that crystal badly. She'd asked Flattery about it-called it a memory crystal. "The crystal. That's what Flattery promised you if you helped him, isn't it?" Olive asked.
Cat nodded.
"Let me guess. I'll bet he told you it would restore your memory," Olive said.
Cat gasped. "How did you know that? There was no way you could know that," she insisted angrily.
Olive wondered if she should just tell Cat the truth-that the mage had no past to remember, that she was only created last year. That would certainly loosen her dependence on Flattery-providing she believed me, Olive thought. No, she decided, this is not a good time to start telling the truth-it's just too unbelievable.
"Answer me, damn it!" Cat demanded.
Olive looked up wearily at the mage. "Jade lost her memory, too. So did Alias. You see, it's something that runs in your side of the family," she explained. "It's the only thing I could think of that would make you desperate enough to take up with someone like Flattery."
"Was the crystal really destroyed?" Cat asked.
"Yes."
Cat looked down at her lap, obviously shaken.
"I know you're not going to like this advice," Olive said, "but maybe you'd be happier if you gave up dredging your past and concentrated on your future."
Cat rose angrily to her feet. There were tears in her eyes. "What makes you think my future is worth concentrating on?" she cried.
Before Olive could answer, the mage had