I wanted to apologize to the other tram passengers, who very distinctly left space between us and them, for the smell of the Marquise Ulzhavel’s reveth’osrel. Ulzhavar said, “Don’t look so worried, Celehar. It’s unpleasant, but it’s only an odor. It won’t harm anyone. Not in a space this size in the time it takes to go from Paravi to the Dachenostro.”

“I know,” I said. “But it is unpleasant.”

“It’s your petitioner,” Ulzhavar said.

“Yes, and I’ll have to go tell him that it’s certain that his wife was murdered, but I have not the least idea of who the murderer is.”

“You must have someone you suspect.”

“One person I think extremely unlikely and one person who refuses to talk to me.”

“Well, that’s suspicious.”

I shrugged helplessly. “I have no power to compel him, so suspicious or not, that inquiry leads nowhere.”

“You may find that he is more willing if you send a note in, telling him that it is not conjecture that the marquise was murdered.”

“I will have to try it,” I said. “I have no other ideas.”

“Tomorrow,” Ulzhavar said. “Today, you will come give a deposition about the autopsy of the Marquise Ulzhavel. And then I recommend the public baths.”

“I certainly won’t be able to sleep otherwise,” I said. “What about you, Tomasaran?”

“I can make a deposition if you want me to,” she said, a little shyly. “And then I must find a place to stay.”

“You don’t have one?” Ulzhavar said.

“I spent last night in the novices’ dormitory in the Ulistheileian, but I can’t keep doing that.”

“Certainly not,” said Ulzhavar, sounding as horrified as I felt. “As a preferable temporary expedient, you are welcome to stay at the Sanctuary. We have rooms for journeymen. Private rooms.”

“You are very kind,” Tomasaran said. “If it is not an inconvenience to anyone, I would appreciate it. I do not know my way around the city, and do not know where to look for lodgings, especially as my stipend from the Ulistheileian is … not generous.”

“No,” I said, remembering my first prelacy in Lohaiso. “I can show you a boardinghouse in Cemchelarna tomorrow. I don’t know their rates, but the landlady is kind-hearted and might be willing to come to an agreement. And that area of Cemchelarna is safe and inexpensive.”

“All right,” said Tomasaran. “Yes, thank you.”

We changed tramlines at the Dachenostro and took the Zulnicho line, first north a stop to the Amal’theileian so that we could retrieve Tomasaran’s valise from my office, then south to the Ulzhavadeise ostro; it was a short walk to the Sanctuary, where Ulzhavar picked the first two clerics he saw to be deposition witnesses and almost literally grabbed a novice who was scurrying past to be the scribe.