Jhereg by Steven Brust Page B

Morrolan, "that if you want our help with anything, you're going to have to give us essentially the whole story."
    "I'm aware of that," I said.
    Morrolan gathered in the others' opinions with a glance. Aliera shrugged with her wineglass, as if it made no difference in the world to her. Sethra nodded, once. Morrolan turned back to me. "Very well, then, Vlad. What exactly did you wish to know?"
    "How was it that Mellar happened to stay here after delivering the book? You aren't in the habit of inviting Jhereg into your home."
    Morrolan permitted himself another smile. "With a few exceptions," he said.
    " Some of us are special. "
    " Shutup, Loiosh. "
    "Count Mellar," said Morrolan, "contacted me some four days ago. He informed me that he had a volume that he thought I'd want and politely suggested that he drop by and deliver it."
    I interrupted. "Didn't it seem a bit odd that he'd hand it over himself, rather than have a flunky deliver it?"
    "Yes, it did occur to me as odd. But after all, such a book is illegal and I made the assumption that he didn't want anyone to know that he had it. His employees, after all, were Jhereg. How could he trust them?" He paused for a moment, to see if I'd respond to the cut, but I let it go by. "In any case," he continued, "the Count appeared to be a very polite fellow. I did a bit of checking around on him, and found him to be a trustworthy sort, for a Jhereg. After deciding that he probably wouldn't make any trouble, I invited him to dine with me and a few other guests, and he accepted." I glanced quickly at Aliera and Sethra. Sethra shook her head, indicating that she hadn't been there. Aliera was looking moderately interested. She nodded.
    "I remember him," she said. "He was dull."
    With that ultimate condemnation, I turned back to Morrolan, who continued. "The dinner went well enough that I felt no compunctions about inviting him to the general party. I will admit that a few of my coarser guests, who don't think well of Jhereg, tried to give him trouble in one fashion or another, but he was quite friendly and went out of his way to avoid problems."
    "So I gave him an invitation to stay here for seventeen days, if he cared to. I will admit to being somewhat startled when he accepted, but I assumed he wanted a short vacation or something. What else did you wish to know?"
    I held up my hand, asking for a moment's grace while I sorted out this new information. Could he...? What were the chances? How sure could Mellar be?
    "Do you have any idea," I asked, "how he might have gotten his hands on the book in the first place?"
    Morrolan shook his head. "The one stipulation that he had for returning it was that I make no effort to find out how he got it. You see, at one time it held a place in my library. It was, as you would say, 'lifted.' I might add this occurred before I started making improvements in my security system."
    I nodded. Unfortunately, it was all fitting in rather well.
    "Didn't that make you suspicious?" I asked.
    "I assumed that it was a Jhereg who stole it, of course. But, as you should be aware of more than I, there are endless possibilities as to how this fellow could have received it,
    'legitimately,' if you will. For example, the fellow who had taken it could have found that he couldn't sell it safely, and Count Mellar might have done him a favor by making sure that I never found out the details of the crime. Jhereg do tend to operate that way, you know."
    I knew. "How long ago was this book stolen?"
    "How long? Let me think ... it would be ... about ten years ago now, I believe."
    "Damn," I muttered to myself, "so Kragar was right."
    "What is it, Vlad?" asked Aliera. She was genuinely interested, now. I looked at the three of them. How should I go about this? I had a sudden urge to answer, "Oh, nothing," get up, and see how close I could get to the door before they stopped me. I didn't really like the idea of having the three of them fly into a sudden rage--with me being the