Thornhold - Elaine Cunningham [16]
“You have done well,” he murmured at length. “These are more than I had expected. It is said that amber holds the memory of magic. Perhaps your touch, your beauty, has added to their value.”
His words sent a crawling sensation skittering over her skin, but Bronwyn forced herself to smile graciously. “You are too kind.”
“Not at all. Now, let us proceed to the matter of payment. You wished information in addition to gold. Why don’t you join me? It would be more congenial to talk together in comfort.”
Bronwyn deftly unclasped her belt, then stepped out of her shoes. With a quick, fluid motion, she pulled the dress over her head, and turned to drape it over the chair.
She turned back to the bath, catching the priest in an unguarded moment. His eyes were fixed on the curves of her hip, and narrowed in lewd speculation. Bronwyn set her jaw and stepped into the water. Public bathing was a part of life in Waterdeep, as in most civilized cities. She did not see it as a prelude to further intimacy, but there were those who did.
“This is much more pleasant,” Malchior said. “Perhaps when our business is concluded, we might enjoy the other amenities this fine festhall has to offer.”
Such as the adjoining bedchamber, Bronwyn supposed. “Perhaps,” she said pleasantly, though now that she had met the man, she would rather kiss a water snake-at fifty fathoms.
“What can you tell me of the Sea Ghost?” she asked, naming the ship that had forever changed her life.
Malchior’s plump shoulders rose in a shrug. “Little. The ship was indeed a Zhentish vessel, but it disappeared some twenty years ago. Given the pirate activity in the area, it was assumed that the ship was attacked, looted, and scuttled.”
Bronwyn knew that already, and all too well. ‘Was there any attempt to trace the cargo?”
“Of course. A few weapons were recovered, and a few bits of jewelry, but most of the cargo disappeared into the markets of Amn.”
He continued to talk, but his words melted into the remembered haze of sound and smells and sensations: terror, captivity humiliation, pain. Oh yes, Bronw~n remembered the markets of Amn. The cacophony of voices that she could not yet understand, the prodding hands, the sudden knell of the falling gavel that announced a slave sold, a fate sealed.
“I’m afraid I can tell you little more. Perhaps if you told me more about the precise piece you are seeking?”
Malchior’s words seeped into her nightmare, drawing her back into the present. Her eyes focused on his greedy face, the cunning knowledge that whatever she sought was worth more to her than the priceless amber necklace. She managed a wry smile. “Surely you don’t expect me to answer that. Can you tell me about the origin of the cargo? The ship’s owner, her captain? Even the name of a crewman? Anything you know, even details that may seem insignificant, might prove helpful.”
The priest leaned forward. “My voice begins to fail, with all this shouting back and forth across this lake. Come closer, and we will talk more.”
The bath was big, but not that big. Bronwyn rose and moved closer to the priest, taking care to stay beyond reach of those pudgy hands.
But he made no attempt to reach for her. “I must admit, your interest in this old matter intrigues me,” Malchior said. “Tell me what you know about Sea Ghost and her cargo, and perhaps I can be of more help.”
“I don’t know much more than I told you,” Bronwyn said honestly. “It was a long time ago, and the trail has long since gone cold.”
“And I would doubt that your own memory extends back so far,” he commented. “The ship was sunk more than twenty years ago. You were perhaps four years old?”
“About that,” she answered. In truth, she wasn’t sure of her exact age. She remembered very little: most of her early memories were swallowed up in terror. Before she could capture it, a bleak sigh escaped her.
Malchior nodded, his eyes shrewd in his round face. “Forgive me if this seems over-bold, but I could not help but notice your interesting tattoo. It looks a bit like a crimson oak leaf Perhaps you are a follower of