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burning cammabark this morning.
Cammabark! Vinegar! Rahl almost froze in his seat. Why hadn t he remembered
sooner? Was that what was in the pickle barrels? Another thought struck him he
shouldn t have been able to smell the vinegar in pickle barrels because they
should have been sealed more tightly. So the pickle barrels had been opened
recently. But why would Shyret be in league with the Jeranyi?
Rahl forced himself to finish his meal before excusing himself and heading in
the direction of his room, but he didn t enter it, but slipped out the side
door and made his way through the dampish evening toward the main mage-guard
station building.
Nyhart looked up from the duty desk. Evening, Rahl. You re not doing some
evening duty, are you?
No. I was just thinking about something. Have you seen the captain?
No. He was supposed to meet with the undercaptain, but he never did. That s
what the undercaptain said. No one s seen Captain Gheryk since midafternoon.
He might be meeting the regional commander about die rebellion in the south.
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Do you want to leave a report for him? Or see the undercaptain? He s around
somewhere. He might be out on the piers.
I ll see what I can do. Thank you. Rahl smiled and made his way from the
building. He didn t want to talk to Craelyt, and he didn t like the fact that
the captain was nowhere to be found. Yet what could he do?
He couldn t just, report his suspicions, not after the captain had pointedly
told him not to investigate anything to do with his past, and yet he didn t
feel that he could just let things happen, not the way he felt.
Finally, he turned toward Swartheld itself and walked southward through the
darkness beside the road from the piers. When he neared the pier-guard
station, he raised the light shield, keeping well away from Suyynt. The night
mage-guard turned and studied the area along the wall from the pier gate, but
when Suvynt turned away, Rahl climbed up the low wall, still holding his light
shield. That wasn t hard, since the wall had been designed far more to keep
wagons out of the pier area than to stop single individuals from leaving.
Once on the other side, Rahl moved a good hundred cubits away from the piers
before dropping the shield. Once he reached the section of the avenue where it
divided into two sections, he crossed the pavement and took the walkway that
ran down the middle, moving at a fast clip, truncheon in hand. Overhead, the
leaves of the giant false acacias rustled in the slight evening breeze that
brought a faint scent of cooking from somewhere.
He passed a couple on one bench, and neither more than looked at him. Two
young men nodded politely as they passed him, and Rahl only sensed mild
apprehension. Then, as he neared another bench closer to the boulevard,
someone sprinted away across the far side of the avenue. Rahl did not follow
him.
When he neared the Nylan Merchant Association, he could tell that Eneld s
cantina was still open, as much as from the boisterous voices as from the
mixed odors of melted cheeses and fried meats.
& sailors are a fearsome lot but never fear, A sailor s gone so much he s
never here&
Laughter greeted the last line of the song.
Rahl shook his head. Even from across the boulevard, he could feel the diffuse
white chaos, far stronger than the last time he had passed by, but he walked
farther to the west before crossing the street, using a passing carriage as
partial cover, and then headed back eastward.
From a good fifty cubits away, Rahl could see that the warehouse gates to the
Merchant Association were shut. He could also sense two guards, and possibly
three, stationed in the courtyard near the gates. While the warehouse doors
were also closed, Rahl felt that there were more than a few people inside.
Before reaching the ironwork gates, Rahl raised his light shield, and then
began to climb the brick wall, carefully, sand as quietly as possible. Just
before the top, his left trouser leg caught on a projection or a rough brick,
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