My dearest Zann,

Caldur had just told us that Rosolla Guards are often murdered. It took a moment to finish hearing that.

“Thank you for fucking revealing that,” said Daust. “Who’s killing us?”

“They can try killing me and see how far it gets them,” said Ambe, her medallions glittering.

I didn’t say anything.

“You have to understand lauran society,” Candur said. “There’s a lot of intrigue going on in this palace. These lauran families, they plot against each other all the time. Politically, socially, financially, romantically…

He took a deep breath. “Twenty days ago a lauran woman named Shalshal was staying at the palace. She decided she wanted to do some bouncing with a lauran fellow named Jacovar. So she gave a message to one of our guards, a girl named Sande, to give to Jacovar. Problem is, Shalshal’s political allies didn’t want Shalshal and Jacovar getting close. Jacovar was part of the wrong faction. And they didn’t want any human knowing that this even could have happened. So… Sande disappeared on her way to Jacovar’s chamber. Just isn’t around anymore.

“Now, a couple of people said to me, this is easy to avoid; you just have to not deliver any messages or anything like that. I disagree; it’s not easy at all. These lords and ladies ask you to do something simple like that, and you’re going to refuse them? It’s unrealistic.

“But let it pass. Let’s assume none of our guards will ever do anything to run afoul of lauran politics. That still wouldn’t have saved Pasus. Pasus was an old man, had decades with the Rosollas, served under three kings. Yesterday morning he was in the Mangosteen Room, guarding Kerra’s Diamond. Break of dawn, some young lauran swashbuckler crashes in through the window. He was trying to win a bet by stealing something important to the Valnelatars. So he puts his sword through Pasus’s heart, goes to pluck the diamond off the plinth, and gets cooked to a turn by the fire spell protecting the diamond.” He put his feet up on his desk. “Apparently that kind of thing happens all the time. It’s why they put me in charge.”

We all thought about this.

“Interesting,” Ambe eventually said.

“I don’t figure anything will happen to either of you,” Candur said to Ambe and Daust. “I’d be surprised if any laurans ever really took any notice of you. You won’t be doing any kind of regular guard duty, after all.” He turned to me. “And when I took this job, my first thought was, who’s the one person I know who’s best at not getting killed?”

“Thanks,” I said. “So… how are we supposed to not get killed by swashbuckling lauran adventurers?”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Candur said.

Love,

Ybel

My beloved Zann,

Continuing my story. The longcoach stopped in front of a shelter on a little loop of road. Ambe and Master Daust and I stepped down. The shelter had a fountainroom and a privy and a small shop, but the shop was closed this early in the morning. Beyond that was a tiled lane that led up the hill toward the palace. There was no gate or guard; just this lane leading to a small square greystone hut. The palace’s towers loomed beyond, but there was no path to them.

“Have you ever been here before?” I asked Ambe and Daust.

“Not me,” said Daust, and “Never,” said Ambe.

We tried the little square building. It was about halfway up the hill, and there was no door to the doorway.

Inside was a small room with a woman sitting behind a counter. She glared at us. My mother would have said about her face, “she has a mean mouth.”

Daust spoke up first. “We’re here to see Candur, of the guard. He’s expecting us.”

“Prick your finger on one of those thorns,” she told us, “and go on up.”

We looked. There was a thorn branch growing in a corner. I hesitated, but Ambe said, “No, it’s well,” and touched one of the thorns with the back of her arm. Daust and I shrugged and copied her.

There was nowhere else to go but back out the way we came. So we did that. But this time there was another path that continued up to the palace. We couldn’t see it before, but it was there now. “That’s some pretty blackpiss magic,” Ambe said. “Laurans. I could probably plot out how to do that trick, hide a path and then reveal it, but it’s so easy for them. Wonderful.”

We ascended. The path took us up the hill by some very comfortable curves, with gardens and rills all around us. It ended at a small plaza, in a wide triangle between three towers: pink, white, and gold. The gate by the pink tower was right where Candur said it would be, so we tried it. There were a couple of Rosollas on the other side, both of them very young. A woman with a big nose and a short man who was only occasionally visible in his oversized sky-blue uniform.

“For the captain?” the woman said.

We nodded. “Daust, Ambe, and Ybel,” Daust said.

They opened the gate, and the man said, “Down the path, around the other side of the tower. There’s a little stairway going down. The door should be open at the bottom.”

We went there. This gate didn’t seem to lead to anything but back doors to the pink tower; we could catch glimpses of the orchard that was outside this walled alley but no more than that. Anyway, we went down the stairs. I knocked on the door and we went in. Inside was some kind of common room for the Rosolla Guard; there were tables and daybeds and a dartboard and things. A few guards were here, mostly sleeping, although one fellow was reading a broadsheet and scratching his armpit.

Candur beckoned us in from an adjoining office. “Welcome to the palace,” he said. “Ambe?”

Ambe nodded, and took something out of one of her carpetbags. She whistled a tune, the same few notes over and over, while she did her work. Candur waited expectantly as she set some little soap carvings in the corners. Once they were in place, she closed her eyes, still whistling, and concentrated. The medallions in her hair glowed, and then so did the soap figurines, and she said, “There.”

“Good,” Candur said. “Now we can talk. Not that we have any big secrets to discuss. Some little ones. You three know each other?”

“We met in the fucking coach,” said Daust.

“Good,” he said again. “First thing. I need to explain to you just what the Rosolla Guard is. Because you need to understand that to understand what your duties are here. All right?”

It was all right with us.

“We don’t enforce the laws of the city. That’s the city guard, the Qualisons. And we don’t fight wars. That’s the army. We secure the site of the rulership of the realm. That site used to be Cas Crid, but now it’s this palace, so we’ve moved here. This place, this group of buildings, this is our responsibility. People come here to pass laws and judge disputes and determine successions and sign treaties. It’s our job to make sure all of that can happen safely.

“When the Rosollas were at Cas Crid, before the Nap, it was part of our job to guard the lives of the royal family and all their people. But now that the Talistags are exiled and the Valnelatars rule, it’s the Immaculate Zone who does that. Basically they don’t trust us humans with the job of guarding laurans. That’s fine. We guard the palace and we make sure that it can be used for its proper purpose. That’s what I brought you three in to help me do. Understand?”

Yes.

“Good. Ambe first. Ambe, you know how much magic there is in this palace.”

“I sure don’t,” she said. “I just know it’s a lot.”

“Well, that’s why we want you. I’ve got a lot of inexperienced humans with no magic here, and I want someone around I can trust who can help us deal with it.”

“I get you,” Ambe said. “Do you have a lair for me?”

He nodded. “I’ll have someone show you in a minute. Master Daust.”

“Sir.”

“One of the things the Rosolla Guard has to do is to perform in ceremonies. Drill. Receiving ambassadors, knighting warriors, that kind of thing. We have our part to play in that, and the guards who do it have to look good in uniform and perform their drill correctly. It’s part of the smooth functioning of the palace. If we can’t do this properly, we are not fulfilling our responsibilities.”

“And you want me to take charge of that?” Daust mused. “That makes sense. I can do it. If I know all the fucking routines.”

“That’s no problem. But look. There are some people who are good at drill but useless for anything else. There are other people who make good guards but look like a turtle’s arse. So I want you to put together two dozen guards who you can use, you won’t need more than that, and then the rest of them only need to know the guard stances and some basic rules. It might take us a while to find you all two dozen. You can have anybody you want except Ybel here. Questions?”

“Not for right now. You know what all I need.”

“Good. Ybel,” Candur said.

“Captain.”

“I’m starting you out as a regular guard. You’ll learn the whole job. Once you’ve done that for a while, if everything goes right, I’ll promote you up a step at a time. The idea is eventually you’ll be my lieutenant. Because I need more people around here who can think and handle responsibilities. You’re one, and you can find others. For the first while, pay attention to everything. We’ll start fixing problems once you know what they are.”

“Yes, sir. I already saw one big one.”

He nodded briefly, and then handed out rings to each of us. Ambe examined hers with interest, tracing her finger around its carvings. “These give you the run of the palace. Most of the palace; I think the Valnelatars have some private chambers that we can’t even see. Don’t lose them.” I put mine on; didn’t feel any different.

“Anything else before I pass you off to other people who can show you around?” Candur asked.

I raised a finger. “Why are our numbers low?”

“There’s a lot of turnover in the Rosolla Guard,” he said. I thought he was trying not to look uncomfortable.

“Why is there? Why do people keep leaving the Guard?”

Now he did look uncomfortable. “Usually they’re murdered.”

Love,

Ybel

Dearest Zann,

I had never been to the palace before. Partly because I had only lived in Crideon for a couple of years. Partly because it isn’t really in the city. At some point during the Great Nap, it had formed on a hill upriver, with its tallest towers on the peak, and other domes and pavilions flowing down the hillside toward the river, and belvederes and parks extending out over the water on colourful piers. It wasn’t quite clear what had become of the people who used to farm that land before the laurans grew their palace on it.

The old government had been in the city. The Talistag dynasty. They ruled out of Crideon Castle, or Cas Crid as the locals all called it, and their appointed mayors had their offices in Blackfloors. Cas Crid was empty now, and its gates completely gone, and the mayor was now selected from the palace.

Most people just called it “the palace”, or “Valnelatar Towers” if they’re trying to be more formal about it, but I’ve found out since that its official name in Orem is “Hand Extended to the Dawn”.

Anyway, I didn’t know what to expect. Candur had wanted me there early, and I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to get there. Turns out that longcoaches to and from the palace ran all night long. I could just walk over to Blackfloors Square and catch one. So that part was easy.

There were a few other people on the coach. Most of them got out at Steckel Creek. It turned out that the ones who stayed aboard, a man and a woman, were not only also going to the palace, but had just been hired by Candur for the Rosollas. “Day,” I said. “I’m Ybel. I was in the army with Candur, and he remembered me.”

“You’re a soldier?” said the woman, more of a girl, really. Bright-eyed and fat, wearing a crisp new lightcoat and small medallions in her hair. “You don’t have that look.”

“I know,” I said. “I wasn’t much of a soldier. Candur must have something in mind.”

The man, sinewy and balding, nodded. “He didn’t explain anything to me either. I’m Daust, or Master Daust, when I need to be. I don’t know what the palace guard needs with a dancing instructor, but I couldn’t turn down the money. Not these days.”

“A dancing instructor, a nondescript soldier, and…” I turned to the girl, inviting her to fill in the rest.

“Oh, I’m a wizard. My name’s Ambe. Day! No idea how Candur would have heard of me, but he did, somehow, and he knew just how to ask me. I don’t need the money, of course, but…” she shrugged. “Oh well; I don’t mind telling you fellows. I need to hide for a while. Some people don’t like some things that I did, and I’m not so great a wizard that I can just ignore them… Nobody would ever look for me in the palace, though. They wouldn’t even if they thought of it.”

“But do you know why the fuck Candur wanted to hire you?” Daust said. “I never heard of a wizard in the fucking palace guard before.”

“Dancing instructor, wizard… this is starting to sound like one of those stories,” I said. “You know. Meirie Catheart and her five carefully selected companions steal the grey dragon’s hoard and bring down the city.”

“I’m not stealing shit,” Daust said. “Master Daust is no thief.”

Ambe was looking at me oddly. I raised my eyebrows at her.

“No, sorry,” she said. “It’s just, you’ve got some strange magic to you.” She licked her thumb, rubbed her spit on her eyelids, and looked at me again. “Aye. That’s healing magic on your leg, but I’ve never seen that sort before. Then something else all over you that I don’t know what it does, no, two somethings all over you, and something very weird hanging around your neck. Are you all right? Do you need a curse shifted?”

“No, I’m fine,” I said. “None of it’s a curse. Or, I mean, I might want to ask you something later, but it’s not bothering me. I know about it all.”

“If you say it,” she said. “If you don’t ask me about it later, I might ask you first. But for now, what’s Candur like?”

“He’s… he was an officer. He was always friendly with us. Had the sense to ignore foolish orders. We appreciated that. He came out of that war very well. We liked him, so we fought for him, and made him look good. Look better, I guess; he’s a strong warrior himself.”

Ambe reached down and shifted her bags. She had two large carpetbags full of stuff. Daust had a neat leather case on the seat next to him. I had nothing.

“Any dancing teachers in your fucking company?” inquired Daust.

“One fellow had been a puppeteer, I think. But Candur never had him deploy his puppets against the enemy.” They laughed politely.

“I suppose we’ll find out everything we need to know,” Ambe said. “Look, there it is.”

At this hour, there was just enough light for us to see the peak of the tallest tower, the Longest Finger, shining sweetly blue against the last of the night. I wasn’t yet awake enough to interpret it as a rude gesture. Later I would be.

Love,

Ybel

Of course, there’s another reason I said yes to Candur. I just… No, I can’t talk about it here. Can you imagine if anyone found this and read it? If… no, no, I should just stop writing now.