Should Balven meet an untimely end, I will choose another to take up his charge and send word to you. I will name his replacement using these words: The caretaker has passed, his heir is
Your master may treat the child as he pleases but the boy is not to be harmed or abused. He must be educated, as he is of noble birth, and trained to protect himself. The gold shall cease to be paid after his manhood day, and it is then you will bring him to the city gates to meet with Balven.
The assassin considered the deal and finally said, Ten weights a year.
Daylon looked at the dark eyes above the black mask, then finally said, Seven and we are done.
Seven, agreed the assassin.
Can you reach your homeland without the baby being seen?
I will require eight weights for the journey, if we must remain undetected.
Done, said Daylon. He reached into a small bag hanging from his horses saddle and counted out small bars of gold, each as long as an average mans hand and as wide and deep as a mans thumb. Each one could feed a village for a year. Here are eight, and this years seven: fifteen in all. Seven more will be sent each year, on this day. Send word where to deliver the gold to my barony.
The agent of the Quelli Nascosti took the gold, then went to Balvens side and took the baby. Balven gave his master one long look, then handed the child over.
Daylon watched the man ride away until all he could see was the rising sun burning off the mornings fog, and all he could hear was the sound of gulls on the wing and the crashing of waves on the rocks. Turning his horse around, he motioned for Balven to walk beside him.
The body man looked up at his half-brother and said, Am I incorrect in assuming that might have been the most impulsive thing youve ever done?
Daylon shrugged. Then he chuckled. Probably.
If Lodavico catches any hint of your business this morning, hell turn his army around and march straight on to Marquenet to hang you from the first tree he finds.
He might try that anyway. I will have to answer for my decision to forgo the plundering of Ithra, as the king of Sandura may well infer my disapproval. Daylon chuckled as they travelled back towards the path leading to the top of the plateau. Even Lodavico isnt quite that impulsive. No, hell harbour his grudge over my going home today. Im free to despise the king of Sandura, just so long as I do so in private.
Wondering at his recent impulsiveness, Daylon cursed himself for not keeping his army at home, leaving the fate of Ithrace to fall on other shoulders, and the blood of a friend from his hands.
Balven saw the expression on Daylons face and knew what he was thinking, but it was Daylon who put the thought into words. Perhaps I should have killed the child.
Balven said, While that might have been the most expedient solution, you could never bring yourself to kill a helpless baby. Killing the Firemane child was never a choice, my lord.
Daylon knew his bastard brother was right. He would never have been able to see or hear his own child and not think of the one dead at his hand, especially that of a friend betrayed. Daylon nodded. You are correct, as you often are.
Balven chuckled. Had our father left me to die
Id never have found anyone to trust in my household, finished the Baron of Marquensas. You might be a bastard, hut we share blood.
How many brothers and sisters do you think we are still ignorant of? asked Balven.
Daylon gave a cynical laugh. The only man Ive met who rivals Fathers appetite for pretty young women is Rodrigo.
And Father had no taste for pretty boys.
Daylon nodded. He had a few, I suspect. He stared off into the distance, towards the sea, as they started upon the path to the battlefield above.
Balven said, What troubles you, my lord?
Daylon took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he urged his horse upwards. It might be years yet, but this matter is far from over.
Balven nodded and said, This day may prove useful. Many do not suspect the Firemane baby may be out there in the world. A few do, but we know he is. Entrusting his care to the Lords of the Unseen was an unexpected move, but it may prove to be a great advantage.
Daylon lost some of the tension in his features. You always anticipate the advantage in any situation.
Worry not, my lord. Turn your mind to more pleasant prospects and let me worry for you.
Daylon said, Thats one of the reasons I keep you around, brother. The notion that this baby would some day prove useful comforted him, but the idea of another baby, soon to be in his home, made him smile widely.
CHAPTER ONE
Passages and Departures
His name was Hatushaly, though the other boys and girls called him Hatu.
He was by nature a youngster prone to anger, often barely able to control it and quick to erupt, but at this moment, Hatu was trying very hard not to laugh.
His two closest friends flanked him as they lay on a heavy awning of bright green and white striped canvas extending from the rooftop of an open-front shop, hidden from the view of those below. They were trying hard not to be detected.