Chapter ONE - Weebly

told Diver about Folter, but he didn’t want to speak of
the matter in the middle of the tavern. “I would have
come back here after speaking to Hutchinson, but her
men chased me into the North End. And then Holin
found me.”
“Holin?” Kannice asked, her tone hardening a bit.
“Marielle’s boy?”
“I saw him home, and then kept an appointment
with an illusion.” He held her gaze, until finally he
coaxed a reluctant smile. “If you feed me, I’ll tell you all
about it.”
“I’m sure you will.” But she was still smiling.
She went into the kitchen and reemerged a moment
later with a bowl of dark stew that smelled of venison
and red wine. She had bread for him as well.
He took the bowl from her, and after Kannice filled
a tankard of ale for him, the three of them walked back
to Diver’s table. Ethan began to eat, and in between
mouthfuls he told them about Anna and the brooch. He
also told them of the other killing he had learned about
from Pell. And finally, he told them about Daniel.
“Daniel was no conjurer,” Diver said grimly, when