Page 50 of The Tainted Cup

“Wait. When? What date in Egin, exactly?” I asked.

He consulted his notes again. “The, ah, seventh and eighth of that month,” he said.

I thought this over. Then I slowly slid out my vial of lye-scent and smelledit.

My eyes trembled, and all the details of the Daretana murder filled my mind, like my skull was once again a bubble of water full of leaping fish.

“He just…he just volunteered this to you, sir?” I asked.

“Yes…why? What’s wrong with it, boy?”

“I…I think this Signum Vartas lied to you, sir,” I said. “No—Iknowhe did.”

Miljin went stone-faced. “Did he.”

“Yes. But I’m not yet sure why. I’d like to find out. Is that all right, sir?”

His jaw worked for a moment. Then he made a fist with his right hand, and all the knuckles of his massive hand crackled all at once. “That,” he said, “would be perfectly lovely.”

—

UNLIKE EVERYONE ELSEI’d interviewed, Signum Vartas was out of his healing bath and lying on a cot, with a tray of tea and a slender shootstraw pipe smoking in an ashpot beside him. He wore a set of silk robes that looked brand new, and while his injuries weren’t mild by any means—he had haal-paste applied in streaks to his shoulder and neck, probably from gashes he’d gotten during the collapse—he seemed to be recovering much faster than everyone else in the bays here. His room even had a window. None of the others had.

He cocked an eyebrow as Miljin and I walked in—a cold, imperious look—and he put down his pipe. “What’s this now?” he asked. “I thought I’d answered all your questions, Captain.”

I sat down in front of him, not bothering to bow or salute. “I just had a few more myself, Signum Vartas.”

He looked down his nose at me. He was a tall, thin Rathras man, with a high brow and deep-set eyes that looked out at you like you were a household servant he didn’t entirely trust yet. “And you are?” he asked.

“Signum Kol, Iudex. Just comparing dates.”

“I gave Captain Miljin here all the dates I knew.”

“I just wanted to check something. Can you tell me again about Signum Loveh’s movements during the days previous to her death?”

“I can confirm all that I told Captain Miljin,” he said, bristling slightly. “Or are you doubting his wordandmine?”

“You told the captain that Loveh had never been to Talagray,” I said.

“Yes? Not for weeks before she died.”

“Can you remember the last time she’d gone there?”

“No. Could have been months, really. Why?”

“But you were intimate with Signum Loveh, correct?”

His cold gaze danced over my face. He picked back up his shootstraw pipe and puffed at it. “A shake to your eyes…” he said softly. “You’re Sublime, like me. You know relationships are tricky for those like us.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” I said.

“Fine. Yes, I wasintimatewith her.”

“So you would have known when she went back to Talagray.”

“Yes, and she didn’t!” he said. Tufts of smoke trickled out of his nostrils. “What’s the point of this?”

“And the only other time that you mentioned was one instance, when she went out with Commander Blas.”