"What's a finder's stone?"
"It's a magic crystal. It helps the lost find their way."
"But I'm not lost," Giogi said.
Sudacar gave the nobleman a queer look. "Maybe you better hang onto it, just in case."
"Oh, I intend to. I like it. It makes me—this is going to sound silly—"
"It makes you feel happy," Sudacar said.
"Yes. How'd you—oh, right, you said you had one once." Giogi tucked the crystal back into his boot.
"Tell me more about Westgate. Things are shaking down there, I hear."
Giogi nodded. "A dead dragon fell on their city just before I arrived, followed by an earthquake the day after. Then there was a power struggle going on for the property and business of some sorceress and her allies. A woman named Cassana, the Followers of Moander, and the Fire Knives all were missing after the earthquake."
"The Fire Knives. Now that is good news. I remember the year His Majesty broke their charter for the murder of that scullery maid. Ever since Azoun sent the thugs packing they've been a threat to him. May they stay missing," he toasted and took another swig of ale.
Giogi did likewise. The warmth of the ale augmented the warm, comfortable feeling he had in Sudacar's company.
Giogi and Sudacar drank and compared stories about Westgate until Lem stood over them and coughed politely. Giogi looked up and realized that the other tables and booths were empty, and Lem's waiters were stacking the chairs and benches.
The two noblemen were the last customers in the tavern, and Giogi suspected Lem had staved open well after hours just to oblige Sudacar. Sudacar left a small pile of gold lions on the table, stood, and led the way to the door. Giogi stumbled after him.
Many of the streetlamps had burned all their day's oil and expired or been blown out by the wind, but the waxing moon gave the two men plenty of light to see their way. They crossed the market green together and halted beneath the statue of "Azoun's Triumph."
"You know," Giogi said, "you let me babble on so long, you never had a chance to tell me about my father."
Sudacar grinned. "It's part of my fiendish plot. Now you have to visit me another night," he said.
"I'd like that," Giogi said.
"We'll keep an eye out for your purse, too. You really ought to get yourself an enchanted one, you know. The kind that makes some noise if it's touched by someone else."
"It was enchanted. Trouble was, I kept leaving it places, so whenever the servants found it anywhere and touched it, there was a big fuss. Uncle Drone fixed it so it would do something only if someone besides myself actually opened it."
"What was it supposed to do?"
"I think Uncle Drone said it would make a fool or something out of the thief."
"Well, I'll tell my men to keep an eye out for any fools."
Giogi giggled. "I'd hate to end up arrested for the theft of my own purse."
Sudacar gave a disapproving frown and pointed a finger at Giogi. "You shouldn't put yourself down like that, boy. His Majesty wouldn't have entrusted you on a mission for the crown if you weren't competent. As a matter of fact, now that you and your cousins are grown, Azoun will soon be relying on the services of all three of you, just as he did with your father and his cousins. Once vou get this spur nonsense cleared up, it'll be time for you to take up the responsibility of nobility—serving your king."
"Me?" Giogi gasped.
"You," Sudacar replied, chuckling at the shocked expression on the young man's face.
Giogi had assumed he'd only been sent to find Alias in Westgate because he would recognize the sell-sword. It had never occurred to him that the king would ever require him on other missions. Apparently, finding the spur was no guarantee that his life would return to normal—the way it had been before last spring. "Wait a minute. How'd you know about the spur?' Giogi asked Sudacar. "You said Aunt Dorath wouldn't tell you what was going on?"
"I have my sources," Sudacar replied with a wink. "It's getting late. Time to go." He gave Giogi a pat on the back and strode south from the market square toward Redstone Manor. He called out, "Good night, Giogioni," before he disappeared into the darkness.
Automatically Giogi called back, "Good night, Sudacar." Sudacar had left him feeling bemused and astonished, but not in the least bit anxious. He headed west down the side street that led to his townhouse.
Tired and inebriated, the nobleman did not remember Drone's warning that his life might "just possibly" be in danger. Nor did he notice the sound of clattering hooves on the paving stones made by the angry beast following him.
5
Mistaken Identities
After failing to recognize Olive in her transmuted condition, Nameless continued his inspection of the stable. He searched methodically in grim silence, slamming each stall door a little harder than the last. Olive could sense the anger and frustration building in him. Pulling a needle-thin dagger from his belt, he jabbed it into any bag of grain or stack of hay large enough to hide a halfling.
Finally, when Olive began trembling at the thought that he might study her bestial form more carefully and realize he had her at his mercy, she heard the sound of someone unbolting the stable's front door. Nameless cursed and began muttering another spell.
The stable door opened, and a young woman carrying a lantern strode in. Olive recognized her as Lizzy Thorpe, the stable's owner. Whether Lizzy was aroused by the noise or was just checking on the animals wasn't clear, but when she spotted the cloaked figure in her stable without permission, she gave a shout. The cloaked figure vanished. Lizzy ran out, still shouting for help.
Olive noticed a peculiar churning of straw where Nameless had stood, and it moved down the center aisle to the stable's front door. Olive also sensed the floorboards shift slightly and heard them creak from the weight of a human.
He's gone invisible, she realized, but at least he's leaving.
Lizzy returned less than a minute later with two of the night watch. "He was standing right there when I came in," she told them, pointing to where the cloaked figure had turned invisible. Lizzy and the watchmen began to search the barn as methodically as Nameless had, though without his intense desperation.
Still hiding behind the sacks of grain, Olive heard Lizzy cry out, "Look what he's done to my wall. Left a bloody huge hole in it, big enough to ride a paladin's mount through!" The two guards made their way back to Snake Eyes's stall.
"Wood's just vanished, edges left smooth as butter cut with a hot knife," the older night watchman noted. "Looks like mage work to me. If it is magic, it'll fade, and you'll get your wall back, probably in an hour or two."
"You're lucky this pony had the good sense to stay put," the other watchman said. "Any horses missing, Lizzy?"
Before Lizzy noticed the addition of one small donkey to her stable, Olive snatched up Giogioni Wyvernspur's purse in her teeth and slipped quietly out the open stable door.
The halfling waited what seemed an eternity for Giogi to come out of the Immer Inn. Olive wondered if she were succeeding at hiding in shadows in her new four-legged configuration or if the people passing by simply weren't keen on donkey-snaring this late at night. Whichever was the case, no one approached her.
For a while she savored the irony that the noble's cursed purse had saved her life, but as the hour grew later and the night colder, she became annoyed. Now that she was no longer in immediate danger, her situation appalled her. By the time the young Wyvernspur finally emerged from the Immer Inn and wobbled down the street, she slunk after him, feeling considerable animosity.
She realized, however, that the streets were too open for a confrontation and that she would have to follow him home. Unfortunately, Giogi seemed to have no interest in going back. He wandered along the lakefront. Then the sound of music from the Five Fine Fish attracted his attention. He hurried over to the inn and disappeared inside.
Olive imagined with longing the fish and chips and ale the Fish served, but apparently the same things did not interest Giogi. He came out only a few minutes later and wandered over to the market green and began talking to one of the stone bandits.
That's just great. Olive thought sarcastically. My fate is in the hands of a man who talks to statues. She hung back in the shadows, and she was glad she had, for just as the fop began serenading the statue—with another one of her compositions—Samtavan Sudacar came out from the Fish and called out to him.
The local lord had never shown Olive anything but the utmost courtesy when she entertained in the Fish. There was something about Sudacar's thoughtful gaze, though, that convinced Olive he suspected her of something. It wouldn't do to be seen holding Giogi's purse in her teeth, even if she were an ass.
Sudacar talked Giogi into re-entering the Fish, and Olive was forced to wait for a second eternity before they came out again. They were the last patrons to leave the inn, and Lem locked the door behind them when they left. The moon had begun its descent as they crossed the market square to the statue of Azoun III. They lingered, chatting, beside the stone carving. Olive considered creeping closer to eavesdrop on their conversation, but she was still wary of Sudacar. Finally, the local lord left Giogi and strolled south.
Giogi watched Sudacar walk away, then headed west. Olive, her spirit by now burning with a righteous wrath, trotted after the long-legged Cormyte, her hooves clattering on the cobblestones. She no longer bothered to avoid his detection. She was determined to give the Immersea fop a healthy piece of her mind. "Only an irresponsible, thoughtless fool," she planned to say, "would leave a cursed purse lying in the gutter where it would be found by some poor, defenseless halfling," namely herself. First, though, she had to get him to change her back into the lovely, talented halfling she'd been born and bred to be.
Giogi stopped in front of a large, well-kept townhouse surrounded by a high iron fence. The noble hummed to himself as he fumbled with the gate latch and pushed his way into the front yard. Before the gate could close, Olive nudged her way through, right behind the oblivious Giogioni. The gate swung shut behind her, its latch engaging with a sharp clang.
Olive found herself in a small, formal garden. Straw mulch covered the square, raised beds and dormant vine stalks clung to wooden trellises along the path to the front door. The sight of the dead garden in the moonlight gave Olive the shivers.
It's time, she decided, to announce myself.
Olive opened her mouth so Giogi's sack of coins fell with a clink, and she gave a loud, annoyed bray.
Giogi whirled around with a shriek of terror. Upon spotting the beast that had been stalking him, though, he gave a cry of delight.
"What an adorable burro," he said with a smile. He put his hand out to pet her, but Olive backed out of reach. With a forefoot, she kicked Giogi's purse forward.
"What's this?" Giogi bent over. "My purse!" he cried, picking it up and brushing the dirt off it. "It wasn't stolen at all. It must have fallen out of my pocket before I even got to the street." Giogi pocketed the sack of coins, once more leaving the strings dangling in full view.
No! Olive thought with alarm. I just brought it to you, you idiot. You have to change me back to a halfling. She tried to snatch at the purse strings with her teeth, but Giogi gave her a swat on the muzzle, and she missed.
"Silly creature. Mustn't chew on them," he said tucking the strings all the way into his cloak pocket. "They're not good for you, you know. Now, what are you doing roaming loose in my garden? Hmm?"
Olive glared at the nobleman in frustration.
"Thomas must have had a reason for procuring you," Giogi said. "Not the sentimental type, ol' Thomas. Very responsible. Always spends my money wisely."
Olive tried to protest that Thomas had not bought her, but, of course, she could only bray angrily. This she did, at a volume that would put a banshee to shame.
"Shh. You'll wake the neighbors. Thomas wouldn't have left you untied. He's responsible, you know. You must have chewed through the rope, eh? Maybe we'd better tuck you in the carriage house." With those words, he undipped the buckle fastening his belt and slid his belt from his waist with a whiplike snap.
Olive's eyes widened, and she backed away from the nobleman. She brayed now with fear. Her tail and hindquarters banged against the iron gate, which rattled but remained securely fastened, blocking her escape. She dodged to the right, but before she could maneuver around him, Giogi had fashioned his belt into a noose and slipped it neatly over her head.
Olive jumped away, hoping to jerk the noose free of Giogi's grip, but the noble's grasp was too firm. The sudden choking sensation broke her spirit immediately.
This had been the worst night of her life. Watching her best friend murdered had been awful. Recognizing the murderer had been a shock. Fleeing for her life had been terrifying. Being mistaken for a beast was completely humiliating. More miserable than she'd ever been in her life. Olive walked docilely alongside Giogi as he led her to the carriage house.
"Daisyeye," Giogi called out softly as he opened the smaller of the carriage house's two doors and led Olive inside. "I've brought you some company, Daisyeye."
Giogi lit an oil lamp beside the door. In the light, the carriage house looked warm and cheery. From her burro's-eye-view, Olive could see a buggy painted vibrant yellow and green and two horse stalls, one occupied by a chestnut mare.
The other stall was empty, and Giogi led Olive into it. He fussed about her—the perfect host trying to make his guest comfortable. Olive realized he meant well, but she could have wished he weren't trying so much in his drunken state. He laid only half the amount of bedding straw she needed, but left her with twice as much hay as a horse could eat in a day and sloshed more water on the floor than in her water trough. Ignoring the hay, Olive dipped her muzzle in the water and gulped thirstily, thinking how much she really needed something stronger to drink. When she finally came up for air, her gaze wandered idly around the walls of her stall.
