Swords: 06 - The Third Book of Lost Swords - Stonecutter's Story (5 page)

      
Kasimir was about to ask what else there was to look for when Wen Chang, who had squatted down beside him, grabbed the body by an arm and turned it over. A moment later the Magistrate nodded minimally and let out a tiny hiss of satisfaction.

      
It still took the physician a moment longer to take notice of the thin, dry-lipped blade wound entering between the ribs. If that wound had any depth to it at all, the edged weapon that made it must have found the heart, or come very close to it.

      
The physician nodded in acknowledgment.

      
The Magistrate stood up, and with an economical gesture ordered the first body dragged to one side. “Keep digging!” he commanded, and the soldiers did.

      
In only a few moments a second body, which had been buried right under the first, had come into view. Again the only garment was a loincloth. The back of this man had also been permanently marked with the lash, and his head too had been virtually destroyed, by some savage impact that had well-nigh obliterated his face.

      
This time Kasimir was the first to discover blade wounds; there were two of them in this corpse’s back, and they might have been made by the same weapon as the wound in the first man’s chest.

      
Wen Chang, showing little reaction to this discovery, stood with hands clasped behind his back, nodding to himself. “Keep digging, men,” he ordered mildly.

      
The third corpse, found almost exactly under the second, was paler of skin than the first two, and showed no visible evidence of beatings. As if, thought Kasimir, this was not the body of a quarry laborer at all—though who else would be buried here? But the third body like the first two was clad only in a single dirty rag around the loins.

      
The face of the third man also had been obliterated, in a way that might be the result of the impact of heavy rocks. And there, under his left arm, was the entry wound of what might have been a sword.

      
Wen Chang lifted one of the limp arms, relaxed past rigor now, looked at the hand, and let the arm fall back. “A somewhat unusual accident,” he commented dryly. “Three men killed in virtually the same way. I suppose that a number of very sharp objects, as well as heavy ones, fell upon them as they were laboring in the quarry?”

      
Umar had been hovering nervously near the resurrection party, alternately approaching and retreating, and Kasimir could not have said whether the foreman was aware of the discovery of the blade wounds or not.

      
However that might be, Umar chose not to understand the Magistrate’s comment. “You see? These are just dead prisoners, we have them all the time. Who are you looking for? I will summon all my workers to stand inspection for you if you like. Maybe the man or men you want can be found among them.”

      
“I will tell you presently who I am seeking.” Wen Chang sighed, and shot a glance at Kasimir that seemed intended to convey some kind of warning. “But first, the two men with the magic Sword—which way did they go when they left here?”

      
“That way,” said Umar immediately, pointing out into the desert, toward nowhere.

      
“I rather suspected as much. You may rebury these poor fellows now.” He seemed about to add some further remark addressed to Lieutenant Komi, but then simply let the order stand.

      
Wen Chang, Kasimir, and Umar walked slowly back toward the foreman’s shaded observation post, while the officer stayed behind to supervise the re-internment.

      
“I would offer you hospitality, Excellencies,” Umar was beginning, “I would bring out refreshment for you, had I any worthy of the name to offer. But as matters stand—”

      
“You were wondering who I seek,” Wen Chang broke in. “They are two men. The name of the leader, or the name I know him by, is Golovkin. I had information that he was foreman here. And that he was the man the Sword-bearing strangers came to visit.”

      
Kasimir, who had never heard of any such person as Golovkin before, shot his mentor a curious glance. But the Magistrate ignored him and continued: “This Golovkin is about forty years of age, tall and powerful, black of skin and hair. Missing an eye. Unless I am badly mistaken, he is the man who wore, before he gave it to you, that foreman’s belt that fits you so poorly. I intend to track him in the city of Eylau. Well? Have I described your predecessor in the office or have I not?”

      
Umar shook his head emphatically. “Not at all, sir, not at all. The man who wore this belt just before me was promoted two weeks ago, and transferred to the other end of the Hetman’s domain. He is red of hair. His skin is not black, but freckled, and he had two good eyes when last I saw him. He couldn’t possibly be this Golovkin or whatever his name is—you can ask anyone here!”

      
“His name?”

      
“His name is Kovil. Ask anyone here!”

      
Wen Chang blinked as if in disappointment. “Then it appears he cannot be the man I seek … when Kovil left, did not another man go with him? The second man I am looking for is some years younger than the first. Not red-haired, but light of skin, and jolly of face and manner, though not always so jolly upon further acquaintance. His—”

      
“No, no.” Umar appeared to have taken renewed alarm. “Nothing like that. I mean no other man went with Kovil when he was transferred. Nor with the two strangers when they left. No, not at all.”

      
The Magistrate tried again, in his best soothing manner; but Umar’s latest fright was not going to be soothed away. Eventually Wen Chang expressed his regrets for having wasted the foreman’s time, and signed to his companions that they were ready to leave.

* * *

      
In a matter of only a few more minutes, Wen Chang was leading his small party away from the quarry in the direction Umar had indicated, almost directly opposite from that where the city of Eylau lay.

      
Kasimir could hardly wait until they had got out of earshot of the quarry to begin his protest. “Why didn’t you challenge the man, tell him we knew he was lying about those bodies? That they were all stabbed, and that one of them at least, the most deeply buried, was not that of a quarry worker!”

      
“I have my reasons for not challenging the man,” Wen Chang assured him mildly.

      
Since they had left the quarry the Firozpur lieutenant had been riding close enough to Kasimir and Wen Chang to be able to join in their conversation. “That third body,” Komi put in now, “could have been that of a newly arrived worker, one who had not been on the job long enough to acquire calluses on his hands, or even to be lashed.”

      
“You are quite right,” Wen Chang assented. “It could have been. But I am morally certain that it was not. For identification we must consider other evidence than the appearance of the body itself. Doctor Kasimir, how long would you say those men had been dead?”

      
“Two or three days would be about right, I’d say. Though it’s hard to tell in this dry heat. Corruption and mummification fight it out and like as not the latter wins. They’re slowly turning to stinking leather.”

      
“He was wearing,” said Lieutenant Komi stubbornly, “only a loincloth, like the other two. As for the stab wounds, perhaps the foreman—either the new one or the old one—grew angry, or went mad, and stabbed some of the workers. Perhaps one of the overseers went mad. Or perhaps there was a rebellion among the prisoners that had to be put down.”

      
Wen Chang signed agreement. “Admittedly those are possibilities. But the cloth was not a new one—did you notice that? It was dirty, even more so than would result from the mere proximity of his decaying body. The fabric of it was creased and frayed, as if from long usage, while at the same time the skin of that third man’s back was pale, not sun burnt as it would be if he’d worked even an hour here. The dirty loincloth was put on him only when he was buried, just in case there should someday be an investigation.”

      
Komi fell silent, frowning. Kasimir asked the Magistrate: “All right, then, sir. If the third man in the grave was not a quarry worker, who was he?”

      
“I believe he was one of the two men who came to the quarry carrying the Sword. In fact, he was the thief, the man who three nights ago took Stonecutter from the tent where you were sleeping.”

      
Kasimir sat back in his saddle, trying to digest it all. Looking at Komi, he saw with faint surprise that the lieutenant had been jarred out of his stoic calm at last.

      
Komi was shaking his head. But all he said was: “And then, the second body in the grave—?”

      
The Magistrate spoke gently. “Very probably it is that of the man who had just been rescued from the road-building gang—I hope he enjoyed his brief day of freedom. The third body, the last killed, the one buried on top, was most likely that of the man the other two were intending to set free from quarry labor.

      
“Using the Sword once, at the camp of the road gang, was a mistake on the part of our unfortunate thief, that might have been his downfall once I took up his trail. But he survived that blunder. Using the Sword again in the quarry proved fatal.”

      
Kasimir thought aloud for a couple of sentences. “So, the thief and his newly released comrade came here from the road-building site. They demonstrated the Sword here as the thief had done there—and then they were both murdered?”

      
“We have just seen their bodies. Men have been killed for far less than a Sword. Of course the foreman here must have been their murderer—I mean the real foreman, the man his replacement was good enough to describe for me, and name as Kovil.”

      
“You told Umar you were looking for two men.”

      
“And so I am, now. Kovil, however self-confident he may be, would have preferred not to carry the Sword into the city alone to try to sell it. He would have chosen someone as a companion, a bodyguard perhaps, if possible someone who knows Eylau and its ways … and possibly someone Umar fears even more than his old foreman. Umar was on the verge of describing that second man to us, but then he realized what he was doing and closed his mouth.

      
“I think we may rely, however, on his description of Kovil, the old foreman. Kovil has not been transferred peacefully away. Kovil is instead the chief instigator of the Sword-thief’s murder. No one else in the small dictatorship of that quarry could very well have arranged it. It is easy to imagine. A few smiles, apparent agreement—then treachery. A surprise attack, a double killing—then the prisoner who had been the object of the rescue attempt slain also, for good measure.”

      
“So, this man Kovil—and his companion if he indeed has one—they are now—?”

      
Wen Chang nodded in the direction of Eylau. “They left here two days ago. I presume that they are already in the city, doing their best to sell Stonecutter. Of course Kovil has also promised his assistant Umar a share in the profits. Probably the other overseers in the camp are also to get something for their silence.”

      
“We can still arrest Umar.”

      
The Magistrate shook his head. “Only on our own authority. The removal of the foreman from the quarry would very possibly create turmoil among the overseers and prisoners. This might result in escapes or even an uprising. We would very likely get ourselves into trouble with the Hetman—I do not know him, nor perhaps does he know me. And it is more than likely that at least one of the whip-carrying overseers still in the quarry is in on the plot also. And as soon as we were out of sight with our prisoner he would contrive to send a warning ahead to the man we really want, the one who took the Sword away. No, let them think that we are fooled. Come, we are out of sight of the quarry now. Let us turn back toward Eylau.”

Chapter Four

      
There was still half a day’s light available for traveling, and Wen Chang set his party a good pace upon the road to Eylau. Calling Lieutenant Komi up to ride beside him, while Kasimir remained close on his other side, he took pains to rehearse both of his chief associates in what he wanted to do when they reached the city.

      
The Magistrate intended to appear there in the character of a wealthy merchant, one who was particularly interested in buying and selling antique weapons. It would be quite natural for such a merchant to travel with a large, heavily armed escort. That the members of his escort were men of the tribe of Firozpur ought not to arouse suspicion, for the people of al-Farabi’s tribe had a reputation as reliable mercenaries, and hired out fairly often in that capacity.

      
Both men agreed that their leader’s plan sounded like a good one, and the ride went on, largely in silence. Now there was a faint smell of water in the air from time to time. The fierce aspect of the landscape gradually moderated. Birds became plentiful, tree-covered hills could be seen in the distance, and irrigated fields began to appear at no great distance from the road. The Tungri could no longer be far away.

      
Now other roads intersected the main one. Gradually traffic increased, and there were other signs that a large city was near. It was near sunset when the party at last came close enough to see the stone-built walls of Eylau, topped with blue-gray banners, rise against the fading sky. Those walls were high, and extended for what seemed an unreasonable distance to both right and left. Even in the diminishing light they were impressive.

      
“It is said,” the Magistrate mused, “that the walls of Tashigang are even higher than these. And in the south I have seen cities even larger than this one. But this is an imposing sight, nevertheless.”

      
Wen Chang would not entrust the choice of an inn to anyone else, and so the whole party entered the city together as dusk approached. The busy gate through which they passed was manned by the city Watch, officers and men wearing the Hetman’s livery. These guardians took note of those who entered—in this case the merchant Ching Hao and his party, fourteen men in all—and urged the peace of the city upon the wealthy trader’s Firozpur bodyguard.

      
Once inside the walls the Magistrate’s party split in two. While Komi and his troopers found their way to the warehouse where the caravan’s cargo was to be delivered and the payment due thereon collected, Wen Chang led Kasimir expertly through the masses of would-be guides, beggars, and passersby of every description who clogged the streets in the vicinity of the great gate through which they had entered the city. The two men inspected, one after another, most of the inns which clustered in this area. After looking over several hostelries quickly but carefully, the Magistrate selected one whose sign in three languages—one of which Kasimir had never seen before—described it as the Inn of the Refreshed Travelers.

      
This inn was quite a large establishment, having as Kasimir estimated a hundred rooms or more. It was a fairly expensive one as well. When Komi rejoined them at the agreed-upon meeting place, and handed over the purse of his master’s money, Wen Chang had to lighten that purse by a good many coins to make the required advance payment to the innkeeper.

      
Even before entering the city, the Magistrate had disguised himself in a subtle way, putting on some different clothes chosen from his own wardrobe, so that he even appeared a little shabbier than before, as would be expected of a wealthy merchant traveling through unknown and possibly dangerous territory. And he had adopted a slightly different speech and manner. He was still speaking the common tongue of the region, but now with a different accent.

      
As for Kasimir, he had been mostly quiet during the past few hours; he had been thinking deeply about his immediate future. It was now time for him to make a decision.

      
Wen Chang had evidently been aware that some such process of reassessment was under way. He had waited patiently for its conclusion, and realized that a moment of decision had now arrived.

      
He surveyed the younger man appraisingly. “So, Kasimir—is this the point at which we two part company?”

The physician shook his head. “I must admit that the White
      
Temple holds no great attraction for me at the moment, and I am willing to delay going there indefinitely if you think I can be of the least help to you in your search for the Sword. I still feel … well, not exactly responsible for the loss of Stonecutter; but concerned in it. I wish I could do something to help Prince al-Farabi, who has treated me, a stranger to him when we met, with such great kindness.”

      
“Then it is settled!” Wen Chang grabbed him by the right hand and shook it warmly. “You will share accommodation here at the inn with me. There is plenty of room in the quarters I have chosen. And I will be greatly obliged if you would undertake to assist me in one or two points regarding the investigation.”

      
Kasimir knew a sudden sensation of freedom. “Thank you for the invitation, sir. That would suit me very well indeed, and I accept gladly.”

      
The young physician when he inspected the chosen quarters agreed at once that they were adequate. The supposed merchant and his traveling assistant were to share a two-room suite on the third floor of the main building of the inn, while their military escort was quartered in a large room just below them. Their riding animals and load beasts were to be housed in a stable immediately under that. The suite on the third floor had a small balcony with a view, not too offensive, of nearby streets and the buildings that lined them. These were mainly other inns, taverns, and two-story houses with narrow fronts. A grillwork of wrought iron defended the balcony against at least the casual attentions of thieves and prowlers. The only regular entrance to the upper suite was by means of a stairway that came up through the room in which Komi and his troops were bivouacked.

      
Kasimir found that by putting his face almost against the grillwork on the third-floor balcony, and looking out over lower rooftops at a sharp angle, it was possible to see, in the distance, a conspicuous tall building faced with red stone. This, the innkeeper informed them, was the Red Temple of Eylau, now undergoing a remodeling. It was an imposing structure upon which a good deal of new, white stone-carving had recently been completed. More work of a similar nature was obviously in progress. Some larger-than-life-size statues had already been set in their places on the high cornice, and empty pedestals at several levels on the front of the building awaited others.

      
From his first sight of this temple, Wen Chang’s attention was strongly engaged by it, so that Kasimir wondered briefly if his new associate was contemplating a serious debauch. But the Magistrate was content to remain in the inn, and nightfall soon blotted the details of the building from sight—the outline of the temple remained glowingly visible after dark, because of the torches and bonfires kept going at its corners. By such means a Red Temple commonly called attention to its existence, and sought to attract its devotees.

      
The process of their settling in at the inn was soon accomplished. Whatever money Wen Chang had brought with him, together with the expense money from al-Farabi, went into a small strongbox, and this box was put under Wen Chang’s bed in the innermost of the two upper rooms. Kasimir kept his own modest funds with him on his person. A comfortable couch in the outer room offered him a softer rest than any he had had since setting out in al-Farabi’s caravan many days ago, and with the door at the top of the stairway bolted his rest was undisturbed.

* * *

      
In the morning, breakfast was brought to the two professional men in their quarters by servants of the inn, while Komi and his troops were fed by turns in the ground-floor kitchen below. Over mugs of tea and plates of fruit and eggs and roasted strips of meat, with sunlight and cheerful street noises coming in the window, Wen Chang discussed his plans with Kasimir.

      
Discussion in the strict sense was short-lived. The Magistrate was ready to give orders. “The remodeling activity at the Red Temple leads me to believe that an excellent stone-carving tool, such as the one in which we are interested, might well find a ready purchaser in that establishment. I have never yet seen an impoverished Red Temple in any city, so it is quite possible that they would be able to pay enough for the Sword to obtain it from a thief.

      
“Your assignment, therefore, will be to present yourself at the House of Pleasure, and inquire whether they currently have any opening for a physician. It is highly possible that they will: Devotees who exalt the pleasures of the senses above all else frequently find themselves in need of medical attention.”

      
Kasimir sipped hot breakfast tea. “Often, sir, a Red Temple will have an arrangement with the White Temple in the same city, by means of which the needs of medical care are met.”

      
“I am aware that such arrangements are common. But it is not essential that you actually be given a job, only that you are able to spend enough time inside the Temple, away from the rooms usually frequented by customers, to conduct an investigation. That should not be too difficult; every large Red Temple has in it constantly a number of young men, particularly those from rural areas, applying for one kind of a job or another. I see no reason why you should be conspicuous among them.”

      
“I am not from a rural area,” Kasimir protested, somewhat stiffly.

      
His mentor smiled joyfully. “Splendid! Insist vociferously that you are not, employing just such an expression and tone. Thereby you will convince most of your hearers that you are. So you ought to be able to appear to dawdle aimlessly all day in those precincts without arousing any great suspicion. I say ‘appear to dawdle.’ Of course you are actually to use your time to good advantage, and obtain any scrap of evidence available bearing on the possibility that the chief sculptor there may have just acquired Stonecutter.”

      
Kasimir frowned thoughtfully. “It is not obvious to me just what sort of evidence that would be, unless I should be able to catch sight of the Sword itself.”

      
“That would be desirable, but I fear very unlikely. There are several other possibilities. Perhaps some workers in stone, no longer needed now that their work can be done faster without them, have just been told that their services no longer are required. Strike up an acquaintance with any employee you can, especially one who appears dissatisfied. Or perhaps you will be able to discover discarded scraps of stone bearing marks similar to those we observed at the quarry and the road-construction site. It is really hard to think of every possibility in advance. At a minimum, you must learn who is in charge of doing the stonework for the temple; I feel sure it must be an artist of some stature.”

* * *

      
Kasimir was still pondering the best way to go about this projected investigation of an unknown artist when Lieutenant Komi came up the stairs and looked in at the open door to ask about his orders for the day. Kasimir, while passing through the second-floor room last night before retiring, had observed that the officer had arranged a semiprivate sleeping chamber for himself by enclosing one end of the room with a couple of hanging blankets, while his men sprawled everywhere else upon the floor and furniture. Now Kasimir thought that the lieutenant, definitely an outdoor type, looked ill-at-ease here inside four walls, even such rough walls as these of the inn.

      
After routine morning greetings had been exchanged, Wen Chang first instructed the officer to follow Kasimir’s orders at any time when he, Wen Chang, was absent. Next he urged him to keep his eleven men under sufficiently tight discipline, and to enforce moderation upon them in their patronage of the local taverns and brothels.

      
“You must also see to it that they speak and act always as if they were in fact mercenaries, in the service of a merchant who is in the market for fine weapons. Whether that tactic will bring us into contact with the current possessor of the Sword, I do not know. But we must try. That is all I require of you today. Stay—I suppose you will soon be making a report to your prince?”

      
Komi turned back from the stairs. “Yes sir, though I was hoping for something more to report beyond the fact that we have found lodgings. I have taken the cages with the flying messengers up to the roof of the inn, and one of my men is looking after them.”

      
“Very good.”

      
The officer, upon being dismissed, saluted and went downstairs, where Wen Chang and Kasimir could hear him speaking firmly to his men upon the subject of their behavior in the city.

      
Now it was time for Kasimir to make the few preparations he thought necessary for his own assigned mission. He would leave off his desert traveler’s robe, and wear instead the street clothes of a professional man. He would carry with him only the small medical kit worn on his belt, not the large one that had occupied his saddlebags. And he would use his own name, as it seemed impossible that anyone in this city would yet have any reason to associate Kasimir, the obscure physician, with the famed investigator Wen Chang.

      
On stepping through the gate of the inn’s courtyard into the street, the young physician began to walk with a certain sense of pleasure through the morning crowds. Around him thronged peddlers, shopkeepers, servants of the Hetman, beggars—no doubt there were thieves and pickpockets—busy people of every description. It had been a long time since he had traveled freely along the thoroughfares of a great city. And there could be few cities in the world greater or more exciting than this one.