“The accused elf has a right to tell his story,” Danilo said, “but he does not wish to do so before witnesses.”

Gellana shrugged and spoke a few gnomish words to her fellow clerics. All left the temple. When the only sound was the steady dripping of the large Neveren water clock that stood like a monument in the courtyard, Danilo bid the priestess to summon Bentley Mirrorshade. When the ghostly gnome stood before them, Danilo turned to Elaith.

“You were late to the tavern last night. Did you have dinner?”

The elf looked at Danilo as if he had lost his mind. “I ordered, but did not eat. The gnome’s murder was discovered before my meal arrived, and the tavern closed.”

“Ah. And what did you order?”

“Medallions of veal, I believe, with capers and cream. Why?”

Danilo ignored the question. “You were also subjected to a peace bond, of the sort given to mages. Is your magical skill widely known?”

“It is not,” the elf replied. “The best weapon is often a hid- den one.”

“Well said. So it would appear that the gnomes knew more of you than is common. Who tied your thumb in a peace bond?”

The elf shrugged. “A human wench, overblown and under-clad. Dark hair. I did not ask her name.”

“That sounds like Sophie. Is peace bonding her task?” Danilo asked Gellana. The gnomish priestess responded with a cautious nod. The Harper held up a small sack of green-dyed leather. “Is it also her task to relieve guests of their valuables? This coin purse is mine. I lost it in the tavern and found it this morning in Sophie’s chest. But Sophie herself, I could not find. A marvel, considering that the fortress is sealed.”

Gellana scowled. “You had me summon my husband to listen to this nonsense? If you have questions for Bentley Mirrorshade, ask them!”