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Kaylin’s mind, be the best policy. “And if you think it would be of help to you, you may accompany us.”

    Hard to believe that only a few weeks ago, Kaylin would have skirted this Quarter of the town as if it had the plague. Fear made things big; her mental map of the Tha’alani district had been a huge, gray shadow that would, luck willing, remain completely in the dark.
    Now, it seemed small. It had one large gate, and way too few guards—usually one—between it and the rest of the city. The only people who left the Quarter for much of anything were the Tha’alani seconded to the Imperial Service—and like many, many people in Elantra, they hated their jobs. Of course they
did
their jobs to prevent the Emperor from turning their race into small piles of ash, but they didn’t make this a big public complaint.
    And they still liked the Hawks. Kaylin privately thought that was crazy—in their situation, she wouldn’t have.
    Lord Sanabalis had arranged for a carriage, but he had not chosen to accompany them to the Quarter. This was probably for the best, as a Dragon wandering the streets could make anyone who noticed him nervous. On the other hand, people were
already
nervous, and if they wanted to take it out on something, Kaylin privately had a preference for something that could fight back, although she conceded that this was a fief definition of the word “fight.”
    Rennick was silent for the most part, which came as a bit of a shock. He stuck his head out the window once or twice when something caught his eye, and he frequently stuck his arm out as if writing on air, but Severn said nothing; clearly Rennick was not of a station where babysitting was considered part of their duties.
    But he pulled both arm and head into the carriage when they at last began the drive up Poynter’s road, because even Rennick could tell that the bodies on this particular street were on the wrong side of “tense.” They were like little murders waiting to happen.
    “Don’t they have anything better to do?” she muttered to Severn.
    He said nothing.
    It was Rennick who said, “Probably not. They don’t want the Tha’alani to leave the Quarter, and they’re making sure that they don’t. Hey! That man has a crossbow!”
    Kaylin had seen it. The fact that it was still in his hands implied that the Swords had far more work than they should have, and it troubled her. But not enough that she wanted to stop the carriage, get down and start a fight.
    Because it would be a fight, and it would probably get messy.
    “They’re frightened,” she said, surprising herself.
    “Funny how frightened people can be damn scary,” Rennick replied. But he looked thoughtful, not worried.
    “How many?” Kaylin asked Severn.
    “A hundred and fifty, maybe. Some of them are in the upper windows along the street. I imagine that the Tha’alani who serve the Emperor are being heavily escorted.”
    “Or given a vacation.”
    He nodded.
    “Has there been any official word about the incident?” Rennick asked quietly.
    Kaylin shrugged.
    “You
don’t know?
”
    “Right up until one of those idiots fires his crossbow or swings his—is that a pickax?” Severn nodded. “Swings his ax,” she continued, “it’s not Hawk business. It’s Sword, and the Swords are here.”
    And they were. Kaylin had thought they’d send twenty men out; she was wrong by almost an order of magnitude. She thought there were maybe two hundred in total—no wonder the Halls of Law were so damn quiet.
    But while they lined the street, they hadn’t built an official barricade, they
did
meet the carriage in the road, well away from the gatehouse, and they
did
tell the driver to step down. They also opened the doors, and Kaylin made sure she tumbled out first.
    “Private Neya?” said the man who had delivered the curt instructions. He was older than Kaylin by about fifteen years, and the day seemed to have added about a hundred new wrinkles, and a layer of gray