A House Divided by Nicole Ciacchella (ebook reader for surface pro txt) 📖

both quite familiar and quite comfortable with her presence in the Hall. He deduced that either the Elders had requested his presence as well or Burl had informed them of her intent to bring him along, and the guards had been told not to bother with stopping him.

A solicitous young man saw them into the Council's private meeting chambers, where they found all five members waiting for them.

"Officer Burl, Officer an Movis, thank you for attending this meeting," Elder Borean said, rising to greet them. The other four remained seated, which Kila was certain wasn't entirely due to how old and frail three of them were. If Burl minded being treated like one of the servants, she showed no sign of it.

"Thank you for having us, Elder Borean," Burl said, folding her hands and bowing at the waist. Kila followed suit.

"Branis, bring some refreshments for our guests," Elder Borean said to the young man, who nodded and hurried off to do as he had been bid.

"Officer an Movis, I believe you've already met all the members of our Council of Elders," Elder Borean said, turning his attention to Kila.

"I have had that honor indeed, Elder Borean."

The polite address seemed to please the Elder. "Allow me to refresh your memory. This is Elder Vorfarth, Elder Maizton, Elder Florius, and Elder Stanich," he said, going clockwise around the round table. The Elders all deigned to incline their heads at him, though Elder Stanich didn't do much to conceal his open distrust of Kila.

"You are not native to Astoran," Elder Stanich said, the words more an accusation than an observation.

"No, I am not, though I have long been a resident of your fair realm," Kila replied.

Elder Stanich huffed as if the response were barely tolerable, and perhaps for him it was. Not everyone in Astoran loved the thought of foreigners dirtying their sacred ground.

The young man returned with a beautifully engraved silver tray bearing a tea service and a variety of small cakes and finger sandwiches. He set it down on the table and bowed his way out of the room. He hadn't even shut the doors before Elder Stanich pounced on the tray, loading a plate with an impressive pile of assorted treats. He was so bird-like it seemed hardly credible that he could consume such a quantity of food.

"Shall we begin?" Elder Borean asked, gesturing to two empty chairs on either side of his seat. Burl took the one next to Elder Florius, which meant Kila had the pleasure of sitting next to Elder Stanich, who proceeded to act as if Kila didn't exist.

The others weren't so rude nor so dismissive. Elder Vorfarth nodded at him. She had seen him at the Stowley manor, though she wouldn't be so indelicate as to bring that up. A mysterious smile wreathed Elder Florius's face as she appraised him with lowered lids, and Elder Maizton made a blatant study of Kila.

Do they coordinate? he wondered. Decide ahead of time which of them will stare and which will pretend not to be scrutinizing me?

Once more his thoughts turned to Cianne, and the back of his neck prickled. He half expected to look up and find her clinging to the rafters, but she wouldn't be that reckless. More likely she had flattened herself against the side of the building next to one of the windows, or was hiding in a closet in another room, ear pressed against a peephole she had previously drilled into the meeting chambers.

He almost smiled at such fanciful visions, but caught himself in time. While the amusement was certainly preferable to the fear, it was better he not think of her at all lest he somehow draw attention to himself, or, worse, give away something about her.

"Have you any particular concerns you wish to raise?" Burl asked the Elders in a tone so deferential that it set Kila's teeth on edge.

"None at the moment," Elder Maizton said with an air of deep satisfaction.

"Normal shipments will soon resume, and Captain Stowley will oversee the Leonovia run next week," Elder Borean said.

"That's excellent news," Burl said.

"It is indeed," Elder Vorfarth agreed. As one, the Council members all bobbed their heads in agreement, which Kila found uncanny to the point of being creepy.

"Have you had any further trouble with that petty theft ring down on the docks?" Burl asked.

"We have not, thanks to your assistance," Elder Stanich said.

After a while, Kila didn't trouble himself much with the particulars of the conversation. Whether the Council was typically more frank with Burl, he couldn't say, but the meeting consisted of nothing more than common banalities. Kila did notice one thing of interest, though: the Council didn't bring up a single issue within its own House. Anything that affected them appeared to be instigated by outsiders, such as the petty theft ring Burl had mentioned.

Well, aren't they perfect? Kila thought, suppressing a sardonic smile.

Really, the purpose of the meeting seemed to be what he'd suspected: it gave the Council members a chance to size him up. He wasn't certain how to interpret it, which forced him to admit it would be a good thing if Cianne did manage to eavesdrop. The Council could want nothing more than to familiarize themselves with Kila's appearance so that they would know him by sight and keep him from learning too much. Or they could want to assess his potential as another asset within Enforcement. Either way, Kila had no idea what was going on in their minds, no more than he did with Burl. The best he could do was work as hard as he could to ensure his actions appeared above reproach.

Kila asked Burl as many questions as he felt safe posing as one of the House carriages took them back to headquarters. He had to take care to appear interested but oblivious to anything that might make Burl suspicious, which was easier said than done. Burl, he knew, would pick apart everything he said.

By the end of the day he was exhausted. The mental strain of what he and Cianne were doing was taking a greater toll on him with each passing day. He had never been fond of intrigue, and his time in Cearova was making him even less fond. He hadn't thought it possible, but he even found himself longing for a return to his forest exile. The obscurity had been so much more relaxing.

"Were you successful?" he asked Cianne when she appeared in his home office that night.

"I was," she said, "though not as successful as I would have liked. Still, I can at least set your mind at ease on this count: the Elders don't suspect you of anything."

"Are you certain?" he asked, unwilling to surrender himself to relief just yet.

"Very," she said with a definitive nod. "I've not had the chance to eavesdrop on the Council very often. Getting in and out of the Council Hall unnoticed is no mean feat, but I've listened to them often enough in other settings to know when what's left unsaid is more important than what's said."

"So do you think Burl may be considering recruiting me?"

"If she is, she will not be able to do so without the Council condoning it. I think this meeting was intended to give them a chance to formulate their own assessments of you. My guess would be they plan to test you further down the line, see if they feel you're worthy of their trust."

"Lucky me," he said, sighing and pressing the pad of his thumb to the inside corner of his eyebrow. "Have you anything new to share?"

"Unfortunately, no. I've been rather preoccupied with ensuring you haven't registered with the Elders to concentrate much on anything else."

It made sense. Were Burl or the Elders to become suspicious, the whole delicate web he and Cianne were spinning could unravel, potentially leading them back to her. Neither of them could afford that. Yet he also suspected her concern stemmed from something more personal, and however determined he was not to allow himself to slip with her again, he couldn't deny that her concern warmed his heart. How long had it been since he had felt someone truly cared for him?

"We should discuss the equipment we'll bring with us in two days," Kila said.

"You should bring nothing more than you usually carry," she said. "You'll be confined to the ground, which makes the risk to you greater."

"Yes, but if I'm pursued I can leave my equipment behind."

"And then they'll know for certain that you were spying. Should someone question you, your best bet will be to feign ignorance. They won't want to fuss with capturing you if they don't have to. A struggle would create too much of a ruckus."

The worry on her face made him worry too, and he tried not to think about what might happen to him if he were caught.

What neither of them said was that they both doubted anyone who might catch them would believe claims of ignorance, no matter how feasible they sounded. In the interest of averting a ruckus, whoever was on the lookout during the meeting might just leave him dead, Enforcement officer or no.

"What about you?" Kila asked.

"I can flee over the rooftops and through the alleys if I'm spotted. I know this city like the back of my hand, have spent years navigating every route through it I can think of."

"I still don't like this," he said.

"Neither do I, but nothing has changed, has it?"

"No, but I felt it had to be said." He grimaced.

"We won't take any unnecessary risks," she said. "Whatever this is, it isn't worth our lives. Leave immediately if you suspect you've been made. Work your way through the city until you're certain you've lost any possible tail, then return here. I'll do the same."

"Let's spar," he said, too restless to talk about it any longer.

"Yes, let's," she said, her relief evident.

 

 

Chapter 29

 

 

 

Cianne was so tense the day of the eavesdropping mission she felt like her bones might snap from sheer pressure. She hadn't seen Lach since their last, unsettling encounter, and as much of a relief as it was not to have to continue to put on a show for him, she also worried about not seeing him. What did her father, Moiria, and the Elders make of it? Had she exposed herself, destroyed the one thing that had provided her with cover? If they felt she no longer had any power over Lach, they'd have no further use for her, not even her father. Especially not her father. She would be an impediment to him, an obstacle standing in the way of whatever it was he hoped to achieve.

She wanted to be well rested for that evening, but her worries kept circling around and around in her mind until she gave in and spent some time in her rafters, pushing herself to move faster, to work harder. She moved until she could move no more, and then she collapsed in one of the alcoves formed by a joist and a strut, folding herself into the tiny space. The sun's position told her it would soon be time for dinner, and she let her eyes go unfocused, the fragments of color thrown off by her glass baubles softening and going blurry around the edges. When she swept her eyes around the rafters like that, taking in the refracted light, she felt almost as if she were sitting in a rainbow, high up in the clouds, far from the city, far from House Staerleigh, far from anything that could hurt her.

Would her illusion