Midwinter

Raieve looked at him. "I wanted to ask you. I'm merely curious." She bit her lip again, and Mauritane found that this tiny display of vulnerability on her part warmed his spirit.

"Yes?"

"I've noticed that you seem to be avoiding me. I wondered if perhaps I had done something to displease you."

Mauritane nodded slowly. "I'd like to say I don't know what you're talking about. That would be easier. But it would not be the truth."

It was Raieve's turn to nod. "So I have displeased you in some way."

"No!" said Mauritane, a bit louder than he had intended. "It's not that at all."

"What then?" She brushed her braids away from her face uneasily.

"It's difficult for me to discuss, Raieve, for many reasons. While we're on this mission, I am your captain, not your friend. It's not appropriate to discuss… personal matters."

"I think they should be discussed if they interfere with our working relationship, don't you?" Raieve raised an eyebrow.

"What do you want me to say, Raieve?" said Mauritane, stopping and turning to face her. "That I am attracted to you? That I watch you whenever you're not looking? That I wish things were different somehow?"

Raieve looked down. "Would it be so bad if you did say such things? Would it be so bad if I said them as well?" She looked up and their eyes met.

"Such things cannot be said between us," Mauritane finally said. "I have a wife in the City Emerald. I take my vows seriously."

"I know that," she said. "I know that, and I respect you for it. But it does not change how I feel."

"Nor I," Mauritane admitted.

They began walking again. "Then it seems we have reached an impasse," she said.

"It would seem so."

Raieve wiped her eye with the back of her sleeve, though Mauritane could see no tears there.

"What is the matter that you wished to discuss," she said, "since the other matter has so swiftly run its course?"

Mauritane set his jaw. "I believe one of the others is a spy, although which one of them, and for whom, I cannot say."

Raieve looked over her shoulder. "Are you certain? How do you know?"

"Several nights ago, before we crossed the Ebe, someone took a message jar from my saddlebags while we slept. I found the empty jar hidden away from the camp. Last night, another one disappeared. Streak told me that it was a man who had taken them each time, so I knew the spy could not be you."

Raieve snorted. "And here I was beginning to think you might actually trust me."

"I don't have the luxury of trusting anyone, Raieve," said Mauritane.

Raieve must have detected the weariness in his eyes. "No, it was foolish of me to say. I apologize." She began to bite her lip again. She noticed Mauritane's eyes on her and pursed her lips together instead. "Whom do you suspect?" she said.

"For a time I suspected Honeywell," said Mauritane. "He was extremely loyal, but he had a large family, and that could be used against him. After his death, I noticed nothing else unusual until last night."

"It seems unlikely that it would be Mave," Raieve said. "No one knew he was coming with us, him included, until after we'd left Crere Sulace."

Mauritane nodded. They reached the stream and knelt by the water's edge, dipping the first pair of skins into the current. "Of Satterly and Silverdun, I'd be more prone to suspect Silverdun, as much as I am loathe to admit it. He's lost much since his imprisonment and perhaps sees this as a way of restoring some of his former power."

"But what of Satterly?" she countered. "How much do you know about him? He's human, and it's well known that oaths mean nothing to them."

"I've thought about that as well," said Mauritane. The first skin full, he replaced its stopper and draped it on the bank, selecting another. Raieve took it from him and filled it herself.

"I don't trust Satterly at all," said Mauritane, "but I don't think he is the informer. For one, he appears to have had little contact with anyone outside of Crere Sulace, and for another, no one could have suspected that I would select him for this mission." He let the skin sink into the stream. "No, I fear that Silverdun is the one."

"Think of it from the other direction," said Raieve. "Who would place a spy among us?"

"The obvious choice would be Purane-Es," said Mauritane. "He, however, knows as much about this mission as I do. I also think he'd prefer that we fail."

"Perhaps the spy's purpose is to coordinate an ambush by Purane-Es himself?"

Mauritane shook his head. "Not unless he has retainers I don't know about. All of Purane-Es's men that I've seen were once under my command, and I doubt they would have the heart to slay me. Though I would not put it past him to hire mercenaries."

"Who else? The Queen? What about the Unseelie?"

"Honestly, I can't imagine," said Mauritane. "If only I knew why we were here, this would not be so difficult. How can I discern an enemy when I don't even know where I stand?"