The Spider Unseen
Eleventh Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
As she carefully set her bow against ornate edge if the sept roof Aradia wondered distantly if whoever had decreed that King's Landing's watchmen would be named 'gold cloaks' did so out of a bitter taste for irony or just thoughtlessness. Given what she had seen so far she would wager the former over the latter, not that you really needed
gold to bribe most of them. Silver would do, or even copper in a pinch if all they had to do was look the other way.
Aldred Carter was a man with a fine appreciation for his palate and his hide both, always with his ear to the ground and, if Chataya was to be believed, his tongue on the boots of whoever was most powerful in King's Landing, and these days that was the Lannisters. However it was neither being a Lannister pawn nor a man likely to visit whores without paying his dues that had marked Aldred for death. Rather it was the suspicion that his second-in-command, the aptly named Lazy-Eyed Lurnaf, was tangled in dark magic somehow. What sort of dark magic and from where the madame did not know, only that he would not enter the brothel after it had been warded by the Golden Shields and that when one of her girls had spread her legs for him elsewhere she had glimpsed 'some kind of glowing scar'. Alas that it had been dark and she had been busy with other matters so even observing her memory of the event had not answered their questions.
Maelor had suggested simply catching Lurnaf and interrogating him, but Daenerys had argued against it saying that it would be stirring up more trouble than it was worth. 'Best to pick our killings with our eyes open instead of stumbling into it and figuring out that we're going to have to take the city when the dust clears.' A joke, but one with a kernel of truth at its core.
I'm powerful here, the incarnum thought, the realization had been coming to her slowly over the days spent in King's Landing, for though she had been sent out from the Deep before it was only for short skirmishes and then it was right back to Dragon's Roost where her maker outshone her and her sisters as the sun outshone the moon. That particular fact of her existence conjured no resentment, but it was still surprising to ponder how mighty she was here that of half a million souls a bare handful could avoid her arrows any better than the hapless Aldred.
The bow twanged and three hundred yards away her quarry fell and tumbled into the gutter, unseen by any witnesses...
Now to see just what kind of rat the deed uncovered, thought the young woman looking upon the scene of her most recent kilning with pale dispassionate stare, lightened only by a spark of hunter's interest.
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Twelfth Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
Lazy-Eyed Lurnaf was made a lieutenant by noon the next day and hanged by sunset, his body burned and tossed into the Blackwater for being a devil worshiper. Either the Faith, the Lannisters, or both must have known he sold his soul and yet they kept him around for some damnable reason.
"Are you sure we can't just kill some of the Most Devout? Thinning the herd as it is?" Maelor asked only half in jest as he watched Dany's conjured servitors shake ashes and bits of bone out of the sheets they had been holding unseen just below the surface of the water. There were enough pieces, if only just, to reforge the skull and question it. It had been a risk to let the execution play out, but this way whoever had recruited the gold cloak would be secure in the knowledge that the body had been disposed of and its secrets lost to the bay.
"I'm sure," Dany said as she fixed the skull with a flourish. "We don't even know who among the Faith knew about the devil worshiper, only that they moved suspiciously fast once he was within spitting distance of Janos Slynt."
The queen did not bother correcting the crude expression.
She must be really upset... Maelor understood in theory that people could be devout and he knew Dany's mother had once prayed in a sept, but emotionally the idea of offering up everything you were, even your thoughts, to some 'higher' power made no sense to him, like putting on your own slave collar.
It turned out what while Lurnaf did not know where his orders came from, besides 'an imp', it was always the same imp and he could describe the thing well enough for Dany to scry it and so she did once they were back in the relatively secure confines of Chataya's whorehouse.
Her condition for turning on the Lannisters was that she be as involved in the investigation as any of them. Given that they were hoping to convince her to spy for Viserys rather than just run off to the Deep, no one had any objection to the notion... once Dany had warded her mind from foresight and enchantment.
"Why is it greeting empty air?" the madame asked, peering into the silver bowl Dany was using for a focus.
"Because it's talking to someone who is as warded as you are," Dany replied, hands white as she gripped the sides of the basin. "This
has to be the conjuror."
The imp's voice, tiny from both its pitiful stature and the nature of the spell, emerged from the mirror.
"I did not know he was planning to kill his superior master, stupid mortal never told me anything. You should have let me punish him, yes-yes."
A pause followed while the conjurer replied, his words as mysterious as his visage save for what might be guessed from the imp's cringing posture:
"Only an arrow master, an arrow yes with a pitted iron head, common as dirt it was..." The worry that Aradia's part in setting off the chain of events might be revealed was entirely over shadowed by the imp's next words.
"I am much better than your wingless, tongueless birds master, much-much better..."
"Fuck!" Maelor cursed outright and he was not the only one around the table to do so. "You don't think...?"
"We always assumed that Varys and the conjuror must be different people because we know Varys is working with Illyrio and
he is working with the Golden Company," Dany said slowly. "But there's nothing that says the bastard can't be playing both sides against the middle. Hells,
I was working for Tiamat with the intention of betraying her, why can't someone else?"
"It would fit an intriguer's mindset," the former queen said at last. "Right down to the arrogance to think he can sup with the devil not once but
twice and come out the better for it."
"That in turn means our mission just got considerably more difficult," Aradia noted. "We should speak to the king, now."
No one objected.
In light of Varys having an item of mind blank and being the possibly treacherous agent of Mammon on the small council, what aid do you send?
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OOC: This interlude pretty much requires a vote.