f them； somehow； ought to have been here to prevent this。
〃Why do you want the children？〃 she asked。
〃You really are better off not asking too many questions； doctor。 We are not unwilling to let you both live after this is done； but you will appreciate that we are moderately exposed to risk here； and must not allow you to increase that。〃
But even as he spoke Jehane realized that she knew。 She could confront them with that knowledge but she was thinking clearly enough to know that that might mean her death warrant； and Velaz's； here in the abandoned courtyard。 She kept silent。
It was Almalik II in Cartada； she was certain of it。 Seeking to destroy the young boys； his brothers； who were threats to his throne by their very existence。 Kings and their brothers； an ancient story； retold in every generation； including hers now。
The two men had pleted their disguises。 Each of them picked up a small satchel and took out a urine flask： emblems of their assumed profession。 Velaz had been carrying Jehane's implements and her flask。 The larger of the assassins gestured and Jehane； after a moment； picked them up herself。
〃I am going to be next to you the whole way；〃 the smaller man said。 〃You can cry out； of course。 You will die when you do； and so； of course； will your servant here； unrescued。 We might also be killed； but you have no certainty of that； for we are skilled at our trade。 I wouldn't advise an attempt at disruption； doctor。 Where are we going？〃
There really were no options。 Not yet。 Not until she was out from this courtyard。 She looked back towards Velaz； but she couldn't see him now； over the fountain rim。 The wind had picked up and the rain was falling harder； slanting in cold； stinging drops。 There wasn't much time。 Bleakly； she named the house。 Then she put up her hood and went out with them。
The residence where the two small children of Zabira of Cartada were lodging； occasionally in the presence of their mother； more often not； was close to the palace quarter。 It was an affluent district； and a quiet one。
Any hopes Jehane might have nourished of being seen by someone who knew her were quickly abandoned。 Her two captors knew Ragosa well…either from previous visits； or from quick study。 They took her by a winding route that bypassed the market and palace squares entirely。 They were not in a hurry now。
They did go past one of the infirmaries where Jehane had patients too ill to be left at home； but the assassins evidently knew this as well： they kept to the far side of the street and did not break stride。 She remembered； as they went by the door； seeing Rodrigo Belmonte and Ammar ibn Khairan disappear together one night around the same corner where she now passed with two men who were using her to kill children。
They walked closely together； the men simulating intense conversation on either side of her： to all the world； three Kindath physicians with their implements and flasks； attending upon some patient wealthy enough to afford them。 In the neighborhood into which they passed； this was not cause for note or ment。 In the wet； cold morning few people were abroad to take notice in any case。 Even the weather seemed to be conspiring against her； Jehane thought。 She had an appalling image of Velaz； naked and shivering under the needle…like rain in that empty courtyard。
They came to the house she had named。
For the first time Jehane thought specifically about the children who lived here。 She had only seen them twice； summoned for the treatment of minor illnesses。 She had even thought about refusing； she remembered。 The younger of these two was the cause of her father's darkness and his silence。 Thinking about Ishak； though； knowing what he would have done； had caused her to attend as requested。 The children were not to be blamed。 The children were entitled to her care； to the strict observance of her Oath of Galinus。
Which raised a terrible question about what she was doing now。 She knocked on the door。
〃Ask for the mother；〃 the bigger man muttered quickly。 He betrayed； for the first time； a tension in his voice。 In a curious way； that calmed Jehane。 They were not quite so unruffled as they seemed。 Kindath offal； he had named Velaz。 She wanted these men dead。
The door opened。 A steward stood in the entrance； a well…lit hallway behind him and an inner courtyard beyond。 It was a gracious house。 She remembered the steward from before； an innocuous； earnest man。 His eyes widened in surprise。
〃Doctor？ What is it？〃
Jehane took a deep breath。 Unseen beneath the cloaks； a knife pressed against her back。 〃The Lady Zabira？ She is waiting for me？〃
〃But no； doctor。〃 The steward looked apologetic and anxious。 〃She is at court this morning。 She left no word about your visit。〃
The smaller of the two men with Jehane offered a dry chuckle。 〃A typical mother！ Only when the little ones are gravely ill do they wait for us。 We made an appointment two days ago。 Jehane bet Ishak has been kind enough to allow us to attend upon her visits to her younger patients。 We are studying to improve our own skills with the young ones。〃 He lifted his flask slightly。
The steward looked uncertainly at Jehane。 The knife pressed； she felt the point fret through her clothing against her skin。
〃This is so；〃 she said； despairing。 〃Did your mistress leave no word at all？〃
〃Not with me； doctor。〃 He was still apologetic。 Were he a sterner man； she thought； he would now close the door upon them and tell them to e back when Zabira was in residence。
〃Well then；〃 Jehane tried； 〃if she left no…〃
〃But doctor； I do know you； and I know she trusts you。 It must have been an oversight。 The boys are making mischief； I'm afraid； but please e in。〃 The steward smiled ingratiatingly。 One of the men with her gave him a kindly glance and a silver coin。 Too much money； in fact； it ought to have warned a good servant something was amiss。 The steward palmed it and bowed them in。 Jehane would have happily dissected him。
〃Go right upstairs； doctor；〃 he murmured to Jehane。 〃Shall I have hot drinks prepared？ It is bitter this morning。〃
〃That would be wonderful；〃 the smaller assassin said； removing his cloak and then； courteously； Jehane's。 The knife was nowhere to be seen for a moment but then； as the steward hastily claimed all three outer garments； Jehane felt the blade against her side。
From upstairs the sound of laughing children could now be heard； and the protests of an evidently overmatched servant。 Something fell with a reverberating crash。 There was a moment of silence； then renewed high…pitched laughter。
The steward looked anxious again。
〃Sedatives may be called for；〃 one of her abductors murmured suavely； and smiled to let the man see it was a jest。
They moved to the stairway and started up。 The steward watched for a moment then turned away to give his orders for their refreshments。
〃They are only children；〃 Jehane said softly。 There was a hammering in her breast and a growing fear； colder than anything outside。 She was being aware that it was not going to be possible for her to do this。
At the top of the stairs； she thought。 Last chance。 She prayed there might be someone there。
〃Children die all the time；〃 the man with the knife beside her murmured。 〃You are a physician； you know this。 One of them ought never to have been born。 You know this too。 They will not suffer pain。〃
They reached the top of the stairs。
Corridors in two directions； ahead and to the right； the hallways wrapped around the inner courtyard of the house。 She saw elaborate； glass…paned doors opening out to the ambulatory overlooking the garden。 Other doorways led into the rooms。 The laughter had ceased now。 It was very quiet。 Jehane looked both ways； a little frantically。 Death was here； in this house； and she was not ready for it。
No aid； though； no answers to anything。 Only one young servant； little more than a boy himself； could be seen； hurriedly sweeping with a broom at the shards of what had evidently been a large display urn。
He looked up； saw them。 Dropped the broom in dismay。
〃Doctors！ Holy Ashar； forgive us！ An accident 。。。 t