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himself enter a stone chimney, and quickly knew he was at the floor of a
cellar. He reached up and felt the latch. An experimental tug showed it
to be bolted from the other side.

He knocked: twice rapidly, then a pause, then twice again, another pause
and a final, single knock. He waited, counting to ten, then repeated the
pattern in reverse order, one knock, pause, two knocks, pause, and two
again. The bolt slid open.

The trap swung upward, but the room above was as dark as the sewer
below. Whoever was waiting preferred to wait unseen.

As Limm cleared the floor of the room, rough hands hauled him through,
the trap shutting quickly behind him. A feminine voice whispered, 'What
are you doing here? " Limm sat down heavily upon the stone floor,
fatigue sweeping over him. "Running for my life, " he said softly.
Catching his breath, he continued. "I saw Sweet Jackie killed last
night. Ugly basher working for the Crawler. " He snapped his fingers.
"Cracked his neck like you d break a chicken s, while his mates stood
watching. Didn t even give Jackie a chance to beg or say a prayer,
nothing. Just put him out of the way like a cockroach. " He was close to
weeping as he told them and as relief at being relatively safe for the
first time in hours washed over him. "But that s not the worst of it. "
A lantern was lit by a large man with a gray beard. His narrow gaze
communicated volumes: Limm had better have compelling reasons for
violating a trust and coming to this hideout. "What else? " he asked.

"The Upright Man is dead. " Ethan Graves, one-time leader of the Mockers
bashers, for a time a brother of the Order of Ishap, and now fugitive
from

23 every court of justice in the Kingdom, took a moment to accept the
news.

The woman, named Kat, was half her companion s age, and an old friend to
Limm. She asked, "How? "

"Murdered, is the rumor, " said Limm. "No one is saying for certain, but
it s held without doubt he s dead. " Graves sat down at a small table,
testing the construction of the small wooden chair with his large frame.
"How would anyone know? " he asked rhetorically. "No one knows who he is
... was.

Limm said, "Here s what I know. The Daymaster was still working when I
came to Mother s last night, and he was holed up in the back with Mick
Giffen, Reg devrise, and Phil the Fingers.

Graves and Kat exchanged glances. Those named were the most senior
thieves in the Mockers. Giffen had succeeded Graves as leader of the
bashers, devrise oversaw those who burgled and fenced goods, and Phil