Seregil frowned down at the map, trapping his forefinger against his chin as he thought. “Except that there hadn’t been any report of them this far north in the city before she was stricken.”

“Someone could have picked her pocket,” Micum suggested.

“Thero thinks the item has to be freely given,” Alec explained. “That’s why they trade.”

Seregil threw himself down on the couch, glaring at the empty hearth. “Conjecture! That’s all we have until we catch one of the bastards.”

“That still doesn’t explain how one of them got to her,” said Micum, absently stroking his moustache as he looked down at the map.

“Never mind how, for now. The question is, why her? Why leap from the poorest of the poor to a wealthy courtesan with friends who care about her—powerful friends.”

“The opportunity must have presented itself,” Micum reasoned as he went to the sideboard and poured three cups of wine from the decanter there. “Maybe she was the first wealthy person they could get near?”

“Yes, but when?” Alec insisted.

No one had an answer for that.

Alec and Seregil were debating whether they should return to Wheel Street for the night when Thero’s face appeared in front of Seregil, startling all of them.

“I hate it when you do that!” Seregil exclaimed.

Thero frowned at him. “Archduchess Alaya is dead. Murder has not been ruled out.”

Seregil rested his face in his hands for a moment. “Bilairy’s Balls!”

“She was a harmless old woman,” Alec groaned.

“And she was one of the closest to the princess royal,”

Thero replied. “Elani is inconsolable and the prince is more furious than he was before.”

“Are you certain it was murder?” asked Seregil.

“I’m not, but the prince thinks so, in light of recent events, though none of the conspirators in the Tower seems to know anything about it. Alaya was dining with the royal family and he saw with his own eyes when she fell back in her chair, dead. Once again no poison was detected, or magic, but Valerius could find nothing physically amiss, either.”

“Poor Elani!” Alec exclaimed softly. “She loved Alaya like a grandmother. Do you think her death is related to the others?”

“At this point, nothing would surprise me. Perhaps we did miss some conspirators, and they’re still at large and carrying on.”

“So what are the chances that the two different cabals would use the same undetectable poison?” asked Micum.

“Tit for tat?” Seregil shrugged. “I don’t know. Something about this doesn’t make sense. They’ve spent all their energy killing each other off, rather than making another attempt on Klia, or on Elani. If someone could get close enough to poison Alaya, then why not Elani, too?”

“The same thought occurred to me,” said Thero.

“Does Elani know about the conspiracies?”