“I see . . .” Iome mused, unsettled. A rich merchant then, from a suspect nation. Come to the city for next week’s fair. “And what was a spice trader from Muyyatin doing in Cat’s Alley before dawn?”

Corporal Clewes bit his lip, as if unwilling to answer, then said coldly, “Spying, if you ask me.” His voice choked with rage, and now he took his eyes from the stone gargoyle up on the keep’s wall, where he’d been staring, and briefly glanced at Iome, to see her reaction.

“I do ask you,” Iome said. Clewes fumbled to unlatch the gate, let Iome and her Days through.

“We’ve checked the inns,” Corporal Clewes said. “The merchant didn’t drink at any of them last night, or else he’d have been escorted from the merchants’ quarter at ten bells. So he couldn’t have gotten drunk in the city walls, and I doubt he was drunk at all. He’s got rum on his breath, but precious little of it. Besides, there was no reason for him to be creeping through the streets at night, unless he’s spying out the castle walls, trying to count the guard! So when he gets caught, what does he do? He feigns drunk, and waits for the guards to close—then, out with the knife!” Clewes slammed the gate shut.

Just around the rock wall, Iome could see into the bailey. A dozen of the King’s Guard stood there in a knot. A physic knelt over Sergeant Dreys, and Chemoise stood over them, shoulders hunched, arms crossed tightly across her chest. An early-morning mist was rising from the green.

“I see,” Iome whispered, heart pounding. “Then you are interrogating the man?” Now that they were in the public eye, Iome stopped by the wall.

“I wish we could!” Corporal Clewes said. “I’d put a coal to his tongue myself! But right now, all the traders from Muyyatin and Indhopal are in an uproar. They’re calling for Jwabala’s release. Already they’re threatening to post a ban on the fair. And now it’s got the Master of the Fair in a fright: Guildmaster Hollicks has gone to the King himself, demanding the merchant’s release! Can you believe it? A spy! He wants us to release a murdering spy!”

Iome took the news in, surprised. It was extraordinary that Hollicks would seek audience with the King just after dawn, extraordinary that the Southern merchants would threaten a ban. All of this spoke of large matters spinning wildly out of control.