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. Then I saw one of
them again, at the tinsmith's stall, and I followed him
and got him to draw a map for me."
"An armsman? A warren ruffian? Why would he have
done that for you? Jilian, you didn't..."
"Oh, nothing like that, Silicia. Don't be silly. No, I just
followed him until I caught him alone in a cable-shaft,
then I crept up behind and hit him in the head with a pry-
bar. Then, while he was unconscious, I chained him to a
cable-wagon track. When he woke up I told him that if
he would draw the map for me I would give him a chisel
to cut himself loose. So he drew the map. He was very
willing, because we could hear an orewagon coming."
Silicia goggled at her, totally at a loss for words. Fi-
nally she shook her head and sighed. "Do you have
everything you'll need for such a journey?"
"I have some warm clothing and a pack and wa-
terskin. And my map. I suppose a company of armed
fighters might be good to take along, but I can't afford
anything like that."
"Well, of course not!" Silicia snapped. "The wages
people charge these days, just for single escort through
the markets. There's no telling what you'd have to pay to
get an escort to go... ah... outside." She looked
around at the walls and cabinets of her great room
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