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    “Not recently. It’s not like it hasn’t been changed six times a day for the last week. Why?”
    He gestured toward the board that had been nailed into the wall by an annoyed bureaucrat. There, also nailed into the wall, was a long piece of paper that bore several marks and a few gashes – that would be Marcus. The only time the duty roster was this complicated was during the Festival.
    She approached the board and scanned it carefully.”I’m not on it!”
    “Lucky you. You
want
to talk to so-called merchants who can’t spell and can’t plot their way out of a wet bag?”
    “It’s better than the alternative.”
    “And that?”
    “Talking to – or listening to – mages who couldn’t police their way out of a murder.” She frowned. “What’s this?” she asked him softly.
    “Good girl.”
    Anyone else, she would have hit. Barrani, on the other hand, required more cautious displays of annoyance.
    “High Court duty?” She frowned. Looked at the names. There were Aerians among them, and Barrani; there were almost no humans.
    Severn was one of them.
    “What the hell is High Court duty?”
    “Have you paid no attention to office gossip?”
    “I’ve been busy being insulted by Imperial mages.”
    “This Festival,” he said quietly, “the castelord has called his Court. It has been a number of years since he has chosen to do so. I don’t think you were even alive for the last one.”
    She had never been good in the classroom. She had never been bad outside of it. “Teela’s gone to Court,” she said flatly.
    “She was summoned, yes.”
    “But she’s – ”
    “She has not been summoned as a Hawk,” he continued quietly. “She will take her place among her peers in the High Caste.”
    Kaylin almost gaped at him. “Teela? In the High Caste Court?”
    His expression made clear that there was nothing humorous about it, although Kaylin wasn’t laughing. He nodded. The nod was stiff for a Barrani nod; they kind of epitomized grace.
    “Is she in trouble?”
    “She may well be.”
    “Why?”
    “She failed,” he said softly, “to bring the nature of your… mark… to the castelord’s attention.”
    “But he – ” She stopped. “Evarrim.”
    “Lord Evarrim. You attracted his interest,” he added softly. “What have we told you about attracting the interest of a high lord?”
    “It’s lethal.”
    “Yes. But not always for you.” The disapproval in the words was mild, for Tain. “She will be called upon to defend her oversight,” he added.
    “You’re worried?”
    Tain shrugged. “She owes me money.”
    Kaylin laughed. It was a bitter sound. “Severn’s there.”
    “I note that you haven’t tried to kill him since you returned to active duty.”
    She shrugged. It was easier than words. Everything about Severn had changed. And much about Kaylin, to Kaylin’s horror, had changed, as well.What they had – what had driven them apart – had been the foundations upon which she’d built this life; he’d kicked them out from under her feet, and she still didn’t know where to stand. Not where he was concerned. But she’d been given the opportunity to be rid of him. And she’d rejected it, in the privacy of the Hawklord’s tower. There wasn’t likely to be a second such opportunity offered.
    “Why
is
he on duty roster there?”
    Tain didn’t answer.
    “Why am I not on – oh. Never mind.” She lifted a hand and covered the mark on her cheek. To Tain, it made no difference; she could have gouged a chunk of her face off, and he’d still see it. Anyone born Barrani would.
    “It will be over in one way or another.”
    “Over good, or over bad?”
    “It depends,” he said. His voice was the kind of guarded that implied imminent death. “On the castelord.”
    “But she’s a
Hawk!
”
    “Indeed. The Hawks comprise many races, however, and the caste-law of the race has precedence in exceptional circumstances. As you would know, if you’d paid more attention in