They took a circuitous route to the chapel, keeping a lookout for both guards and deacons. Not many people traveled in this part of the city. Shyla wondered if it was due to the chapel nearby—out of sight equaling out of mind—or if it was due to the warmer air and strange odor. It had a hot metallic tang and left a bad taste in her mouth. People living underground learned a long time ago that pockets of foul air or unusual hot or cold spots were signs of toxic gases. And if they had collected in one place, there was a good chance they might ignite in a powerful explosion. This scent, though, reminded her of the foundries in the upper levels.

Finding a location to watch the chapel without being seen was difficult. They ended up in a tight corner, but it had a clear view of the main entrance. Too bad it was guarded by six Arch Deacons. If that didn’t tip her off that something big was going on inside the chapel, she needed to find a new profession.

As a mental exercise, she considered how she’d attack the chapel. The well-armed men wore torques, rendering her magic useless. The Invisible Swords could fight one-on-one and take their torques like Rendor had done to Yates, but she had no idea exactly how many deacons were inside. If this chapel had another entrance like the one on level fifty-two, she could send her people in that way to try for a surprise. Again, how many would she need? She wished for a way to neutralize the deacons without fighting. A vision of striking them on the head with a statue of Tamburah flashed. Not a terrible idea, except she’d have to get close.

Perhaps she could invite them for drinks and serve them some of Zhek’s special tea. Imagining them toppling over, she swallowed a giggle. Ilan glanced at her in concern.

As they watched, a handful of people passed by at various times, a quartet of deacons arrived, and the Arch Deacon on the far right scratched his nose seventeen times.

“How long are we going to stay here?” Ilan whispered to her.

“Until I figure out what they’re doing inside.”

“They’re melting platinum.” He wrinkled his cute little nose. “Can’t you smell it?”

“Yes, but I need more information.” She sensed about a dozen inside, but, with all that platinum, there could be a dozen more deacons. And without a constant watch, she’d never learn what was really going on inside. She needed to hire a couple vagrants to collect the information.

“All right, let’s go,” she said. Her injured muscles had stiffened with the inactivity and her leg almost buckled underneath her when she moved.