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dark behind their high garden walls. Ornate street lanterns creaked unlit on their hooks, extinguished by the storm.
    The house in Three Maidens Street was a large, sprawling villa surrounded by a high courtyard wall. Alec kept an eye out for bluecoat patrols while Seregil tossed the grapple up and secured the rope. The roar of the storm covered any noise as they scrambled up and over. Leaving the rope in a clump of bushes, Seregil led the way through the gardens.
    After a brief search, Alec found a small shuttered window set high in a wall at the back of the house. Climbing onto a water butt, he pried back the shutter with a knife and peered inside.
    “Smells like a storeroom,” he whispered. “Go on then. I’m right behind you.” Alec went in feet first and disappeared soundlessly inside.
    Climbing up, Seregil sniffed the earthy scents of potatoes and apples. Squeezing through, he lowered himself in onto what felt like sacks of onions.
    He reached out, finding Alec’s shoulder in the darkness, and together they felt their way to a door.
    Seregil eased the latch up and peeked out into the cavernous kitchen beyond.
    The coals in the hearth gave off enough of a glow to make out two servants asleep on pallets there.
    Deep snores sounded from the shadows of a nearby corner. To the right was an open archway. Tapping Alec on the arm, Seregil headed for it on tiptoe.
    The arch let onto a servant’s passage.
    Climbing a narrow staircase, they crept down a succession of hallways in search of Lord Decian’s private study. Not finding it, they moved up to the next floor and chanced shielded lightstones.
    By this dim light they saw that these nobles left their shoes outside their bedroom door for a servant to collect and clean. Seregil nudged Alec and flipped him the sign for “lucky.” The lord of the house had only one daughter; it was a simple matter to find the footgear appropriate for a maiden of fifteen.
    A pair of dainty boots stood before a door at the far end of the corridor. A stout pair of shoes next to them warned that the young woman did not sleep alone.
    Seregil stifled a grin. Alec was in for more than he’d bargained for, in more ways than one.
    Alec lightly fingered the latch, found the door unbarred. The delivery was his task tonight, more training in the ways of the Cat. This sort of job, though hardly as significant as their recent work for Nysander, required a high level of finesse and he was anxious to prove himself.
    Sliding his lightstone back into his tool roll, Alec took a deep breath and lifted the latch. A night lamp burned on a stand beside the bed. The hangings were open and inside he could see a young girl with heavy braids asleep on the side nearest the door, her face turned to the light. Beside her, a larger form, her mother or nurse perhaps, stirred restlessly beneath the thick comforter.
    Creeping to the side of the bed, he took out the token, a tiny scroll pushed through a man’s golden ring.
    Left to his own devices, he’d simply have put it on the lamp stand and been done with it, but Lord Phyrien had been very exact in his instructions. The ring must be left on his sweetheart’s pillow.
    Bending over the girl, Alec placed the ring as specified. Too late he heard Seregil’s sharp intake of breath. The heavy ring immediately rolled down the curve of the pillow and struck the girl on the cheek just beside her mouth.
    Startled brown eyes flashed wide. Fortunately for Alec, she saw the ring before she could cry out. Her look of fear changed instantly to one of mute joy as she mistook his muffled form for that of her lover.
    “Oh, Phyrien, you are bold!” she breathed, stealing a quick look at the sleeping woman beside her. Grasping Alec’s hand, she drew it gently but insistently under the bedclothes.
    Alec blushed furiously in the depths of his hood.
    Like most Skalans, she slept nude. He didn’t dare resist, however. Any kind of struggle would not only seem suspicious, but probably