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It’s
probably
true.” She hesitated and added, “Which rumor?”
    “You offended another Imperial mage.”
    “Oh, that.” She shrugged. She half expected him to smile. But not even Kaylin was up to the delusion required to see his curt frown as mirth. “Have you heard about Teela?”
    He said a lot of nothing, and kept walking. She took that as a yes. “I was thinking,” she began.
    “Oh? When?”
    “Very funny. You’ve never worked a Festival before – the Wolves don’t mingle well.”
    “I’ve been called upon for the Festival,” he replied, his words carefully neutral. It surprised her, though.
    “You have?”
    His smile was like a wall. A fortified wall.
    “Never mind. Working as a Hawk isn’t the same.”
    “No. It’s been more… interesting.”
    “It won’t be. You’ll be given permits and the new ordinances, and you’ll be sent out to talk to a bunch of whiny, hot, would-be merchants. The unlicensed variety.”
    “I believe I’ve met a few.” He shrugged. “I won’t be near the market.”
    “The market isn’t the problem. Well, okay, breaking up the fights between actual, licensed merchants is – but the Swords do most of that.”
    He stopped walking. “I am not taking you with me.”
    “I wasn’t going to ask.”
    “Good.”
    “But I noticed you haven’t been assigned a partner, and I was wondering – ”
    “Kaylin, do I look like I’m still breathing?”
    “It’s been five years since Marcus actually killed anyone – ”
    “I’d like to see six.” He shook his head. “If you’re concerned about Teela, take my advice. Don’t be. She’s Barrani. These are her games.”
    “She’s a Hawk!”
    “She’s been a Hawk for a very, very short time. She’s been Barrani for a very, very long time.”
    “You don’t know her as well as I do.”
    “Clearly.”
    “Severn – ”
    He held up a hand. “While tolerance for your interpretation of punctuality seems unnaturally high, it also seems to be granted only to
you
.” He started to walk again, and then stopped. “I don’t want you out in the streets,” he said without looking back. “For the same reason that neither Marcus nor the Hawklord do. But I’m not Marcus, and I’m not the Hawklord.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    “I have more to lose if you disobey your orders.”
    A reminder. One she didn’t want.
    “I’ll tell you what I can,” he continued, without looking back. “But stay here. Not even the Arcanum will attempt to reach you in
these
halls.”
    “I have to go home sometime.”
    He hit the wall. The movement was so fast she didn’t see it coming; she jumped back in surprise. “I know,” he said softly. And left her.
    Severn was not there to walk her home, for which she was profoundly grateful. The area in which she lived wasn’t noted for its crime, and the only major threat to the streets that bounded her building had been a few ferals that had managed to make it across the Ablayne River.
    In the fiefs, ferals were common. So were murderers, and they both had the same effect – but there was something about shiny, long fangs bunched in the front of a half ton of rank fur and large paws that made the ferals seem the greater threat. They weren’t exactly intelligent; they certainly didn’t care much whether their meal was rich or poor, something that couldn’t be said about any of the other occupants of the fiefs.
    But they
were
occupants of the fiefs.
    They had, apparently, caused mayhem and fear for a night this side of the river; it took all of a second night for the Wolves of the Law to hunt them down and exterminate them. No such Law existed in the fiefs, and the streets at night in the fiefs were deserted for that reason. No, crime in the fiefs happened during the sunlight.
    Here? They happened most frequently when the sun went down.
    It was one of the adjustments she’d found hard to make when she’d first crossed the river.
    And she’d dreamed of that crossing for