Page 3 of The Priory of the Orange Tree

“That,” Niclays answered in it, “was not Seiikinese. That was Mentish. I assumed you were, too.”

“No, sir. I am from Ascalon,”came the meek reply. “May I ask your name, since I have you to thank for sheltering me?”

Typical Inysh. Courtesy first. “Roos,” Niclays bit out. “Doctor Niclays Roos. Master surgeon. The person whose life you are currently endangering with your presence.”

The young man stared at him.

“Doctor—” He swallowed. “Doctor Niclays Roos?”

“Congratulations, boy. The seawater has not impaired your ears.”

His guest drew a shuddering breath. “Doctor Roos,” he said, “this is divine providence. The fact that the Knight of Fellowship has brought me toyou, of all people—”

“Me.” Niclays frowned. “Have we met?”

He strained his memory to his time in Inys, but he was sure he had never clapped eyes on this person. Unless he had been drunk at the time, of course. He had often been drunk in Inys.

“No, sir, but a friend told me your name.” The man dabbed his face with his sleeve. “I was sure I would perish at sea, but seeing you has brought me back to life. Thank the Saint.”

“Your saint has no power here,” Niclays muttered. “Now, what name do you go by?”

“Sulyard. Master Triam Sulyard, sir, at your service. I was a squire in the household of Her Majesty, Sabran Berethnet, Queen of Inys.”

Niclays gritted his jaw. That name stoked a white-hot wrath in his gut.

“A squire.” He sat down. “Did Sabran tire of you, as she tires of all her subjects?”

Sulyard bristled. “If you insult my queen, I will—”

“What will you do?” Niclays looked at him over the rims of his eyeglasses. “Perhaps I should call you Triam Dullard. Do you have any notion of what they do to outsiders here? Did Sabran send you to die a particularly drawn-out death?”

“Her Majesty does not know I am here.”

Interesting. Niclays poured him a cup of wine. “Here,” he said grudgingly. “All of it.”

Sulyard drank it down.

“Now, Master Sulyard, this is important,” Niclays continued. “How many people have seen you?”

“They made me swim to the shore. I came to a cove first. The sand was black.” Sulyard was shivering. “A woman found me and led me into this city at knifepoint. She left me alone in a stable . . . then a different woman arrived and bid me follow her. She took me to the sea, and we swam together until we came to a jetty. There was a gate at the end.”

“And it was open?”

“Yes.”

The woman must know one of the sentinels. Must have asked them to leave the landing gate open.

Sulyard rubbed his eyes. His time at sea had weathered him, but Niclays could see now that he was only young, perhaps not even twenty.

“Doctor Roos,” he said, “I have come here on a mission of the utmost importance. I must speak to the—”

“I will have to stop you there, Master Sulyard,” Niclays cut in. “I have no interest in why you are here.”

“But—”

“Whatever your reasons, you came here to do it without permission from any authority, which is folly. If the Chief Officer finds you and they drag you away for interrogation, I wish to be able to say in all honesty that I have not the faintest idea why you turned up on my doorstep in the middle of the night, thinking you would be welcome in Seiiki.”

Sulyard blinked. “Chief Officer?”

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