A plain wooden table stood in the center of the small room, and one wall was half filled by two wooden racks, similar to wine racks, that stood six feet tall and appeared to be recently constructed of new wood. Dozens of bottles, some empty, others sealed with green wax, were arranged there on their sides. Seregil quickly counted them. There were one hundred twenty-eight: seventy in the left rack and fifty-eight in the right, all neatly arranged in rows. Some were sealed with dark green wax; others were empty, but something about the arrangement niggled at Seregil, the way the sight of Brader in disguise had.

On the table were a thick tallow candle in a cracked dish, a small workman’s box, sticks of green sealing wax, a basket of corks, and a waste bowl that held what looked like a few used seals made of the same green wax. Opening the workman’s box, Seregil found a small collection of delicate tools and a worn copper stylus gone green with age, except for the tip, which glinted red where it had been recently sharpened.

“Hmm. There’s a bit of wax on the stylus.” He glanced over at the sealed bottles. Sure enough, they had some sort of writing in the wax and Thero appeared to be quite interested in them. “I wonder what these jeweler’s tools are for?”

Alec peered up over the edge of the table from whatever he’d been looking at under there. “Maybe for these?” He stood and triumphantly placed a large open casket on the table between them. Inside was a glistening collection of rings, earrings, necklaces, brooches, every piece of the finest quality and every one of them tagged with a slip of parchment tied on with a blue silk thread. Each slip bore a name in Atre’s elegant, precise handwriting. “He’s made it easy for us.”

“Illia’s ring must be in here!” Before Seregil could stop him, Micum upended the casket, spilling jewelry across the table and sorting frantically through it with help from Seregil and Alec.

Alec picked up a large ruby ring tagged with the name RYLIN and a silver brooch set with carnelian. This one was tagged EONA.

“Lord Rylin, most likely,” Seregil murmured, taking the ruby ring and weighing it in his palm. “I’m quite sure I’ve seen him wearing it. And this must be from Laneus’s widow, Eona.”

“Let me see it,” said Thero. He held the brooch a moment and nodded. “Yes, I can still sense her energy on it quite clearly. Her aunt gave it to her when she was eleven.” With that he turned back to his inspection of the racks.

“Here’s one from Selin,” said Alec, holding up a thin gold chain.

“Illia’s ring isn’t here!” Micum groaned when they’d inspected every piece.

“Or Elani’s brooch,” said Seregil.