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‘Good evening, Trader Restart,’ she greeted him. She curtseyed, a trickier, task in the longer skirts than she had known it would be. ‘I trust you are well.’

Still, he goggled at her. After a moment, he opened his mouth and squeaked out, ‘Malta? Malta Vestrit?’

Another carriage came to take the place of the Trells’. This one was resplendent in green and gilt, Rain Wild colours. That would be the representatives from the Rain Wild families. The ball would begin as soon as they were seated.

Behind her, like an echo, came Shukor’s incredulous, ‘Malta Vestrit? I don’t believe it!’

‘Of course.’ She smiled up at Davad again, enjoying the astonished way his eyes leapt from the necklace at her throat to the lace that frothed at her bosom.

He suddenly glanced behind her. She turned, but there was no one there.

Damn. Delo had gone into the Ball without her!

She turned back to Davad, but he was staring wildly about.

As the door of the Rain Wild carriage opened, he suddenly seized her by the shoulders and thrust her behind him, almost inside the still open door of his carriage.

‘Be still!’ he hissed. ‘Say nothing at all!’

He turned back and bowed low as the Rain Wild representatives exited their carriage.

Malta peeped past him. There were three of them this year.

Two tall and one short was all she could tell of them, hooded and cloaked as they were.

The dark fabric of their cloaks was something she had never seen before.

It was black when they were still, but any motion set it to dancing in scintillant colours.

Green, blue, and red shone briefly in the darkness at the tiniest movement.

‘Trader Restart,’ one greeted him. A woman’s reedy voice.

‘Trader Vintagli,’ he replied, bowing even deeper. ‘I welcome you to Bingtown and the Harvest Ball.’

‘Why, thank you, Davad. Shall I see you within, then?’

‘Most certainly,’ he replied. ‘As soon as I find my gloves. I seem to have dropped them on the floor of my carriage.’

‘How careless of you!’ she rebuked him. Her voice caressed the words oddly. She then moved on after her companions.

The still autumn air reeked of Restart’s sudden sweat. The moment the doors of the hall closed behind the Rain Wild family, he spun about to confront Malta. He seized her by one arm and shook her.

‘Where is your grandmother?’ he demanded. Then before she could reply, he asked as urgently, ‘Where is your mother?’

She should have lied. She could have said they had already gone in, or that she had just now stepped out for a breath of cooler air.

Instead, she said simply, ‘I’ve come alone.

’ She glanced aside from him, and spoke more softly, adult to adult.

‘Since Grandfather died, I’m afraid they’ve become more housebound than ever.

It’s so sad. But I knew that if I did not get out and about, I should simply go mad.

You can’t imagine how gloomy it has been for me—’

She gasped as he clutched her arm more tightly and urged her towards the coach. ‘Quickly! Before anyone else sees you… you haven’t spoken to anyone else, have you?’

‘I… no. Well, only Delo and her brother. I just arrived you see, and… let go of me! You’re crushing my dress.’

It both frightened and shocked her, the way he shoved her into his carriage and climbed determinedly in after her.

What did he have in mind? She had heard tales of men driven by passion and lust to do impulsive things, but Davad Restart?

He was old! The idea was too disgusting!

He slammed the door, but this time it refused to catch.

He held it shut as he called up, ‘Driver! To the Vestrit townhouse. Quickly.’ To Malta he said, ‘Sit down. I’m taking you home. ’

‘No! Let me out, I want to go to the Harvest Ball. You can’t do this to me. You’re not my father!’

Trader Restart was panting as he clutched the door handle and held it shut. The carriage started forward with a lurch and Malta sat down hard.

‘No, I’m not your father,’ Restart agreed harshly.

‘And tonight I thank Sa I am not, for I am sure I’d have no idea what to do with you.

Poor Ronica! After everything else she’s been through this year.

Wasn’t it bad enough that your aunt vanished completely without you presenting yourself at the Harvest Ball dressed like a Jamaillian strumpet?

What will your father say about this?’ He pulled a large kerchief from his sleeve and mopped his sweating face with it.

He was wearing, she noted, the same blue trousers and jacket that he’d worn the two previous years.

It strained at his girth; from the smell of cedar in the carriage, she doubted he’d taken it out of his clothing chest before tonight.

And he dared to speak to her of clothing and fashion!

‘I had this dress specially made, for me, and for this night. With money my papa gave me, I might add. So I scarcely think he would be angry that I had used it as he suggested. What he might want to know, however, is what you mean by snatching his young daughter off the street and dragging her off against her will. I do not think he will be pleased.’

She had known Davad Restart for years, and knew how easily cowed he was when her grandmother snapped at him.

She had expected at least a bit of that same deference for herself.

Instead he surprised her by snorting. ‘Let him come to me and ask me, when he gets back to port, and I will tell him that I was trying to save your reputation. Malta Vestrit, you ought to be ashamed of yourself. A little girl like you, dressed up like a common… and then daring to show yourself so at the Harvest Ball. I pray to Sa that no one else recognized you. And nothing you can say will convince me that your mother or grandmother knew anything of that dress or your coming to the Ball when any proper girl would still be mourning her grandfather.’

She could have said a dozen things in reply to that. A week latet, she had thought of them all, and knew exactly how she should have said them. But at the time no words would come to her and she sat silent and helplessly furious as the swaying carriage bore her resolutely homeward.

When they arrived, she did not wait for Davad Restart, but pushed past him to climb out of the carriage and hurry up to the door before him.

Unfortunately a tassel of her skirt caught on the edge of the carriage door.

She heard it tear and turned back with an exclamation of despair but it was too late.

The tassel and a hand’s-length of pale green silk dangled from the doorframe.

Davad glanced at it, then slammed the door on it.

He stalked past her to the house door and loudly rang for the servants.

Nana answered it. Why had it to be Nana? She stared at Davad crossly, and then looked past him at Malta, who returned her glare haughtily. For an instant Nana merely looked affronted. Then she gave a gasp of horror and shrieked, ‘Malta! No, it cannot be you. What have you done, what have you done?’

That brought the whole household down on her.

First her mother appeared, and fired a dozen angry questions at Davad Restart, none of which he could answer.

Then her grandmother, in her nightgown and wrapper, her hair bundled up in a night scarf, appeared to scold her mother for making such a hue and cry in the night.

At the sight of her, Grandmother had suddenly gone pale.

She had dismissed all the servants save Nana, who she sent off for tea.

She gripped Malta firmly by the wrist as she led her down the hall to what had been Grandfather’s study.

Only when Davad, Keffria and Malta were inside and the door shut firmly had she turned to her.

‘Explain yourself,’ she commanded.

Malta drew herself up. ‘I wished to go to the Harvest Ball. Papa had said I might, and that I might go in a gown, as befitted a young woman. I have done nothing I am ashamed of.’ Her dignity was impeccable.

Her grandmother pursed her pale lips. When she spoke, there was ice in her voice.

‘Then you are truly as empty-headed as you appear to be.’ She turned aside from Malta, dismissing her completely.

‘Oh, Davad, how can I ever thank you for whisking her home? I hope you have not put your own reputation at risk while saving ours. Did many people see her like this?’

Trader Restart looked distinctly uncomfortable.

‘Not many. I hope. Cerwin Trell and his little sister. Some friend of his. I pray they were all.’ He paused as if considering whether or not to lie.

‘The Vintagli family arrived, to represent the Rain Wilds while she was there. But I do not think they saw her. For once, perhaps, my girth served some useful purpose.’ He rubbed his belly ruefully.

‘I hid her behind me, and snatched her into my carriage the moment they had passed. My footman was there, too, of course.’ He added reluctantly, ‘And there were other Trader families, coming and going, but I trust that I did not make too much of a scene.’ His face was troubled as he added hesitantly, ‘Of course, you knew nothing of any of this?’

‘I am both relieved and ashamed to admit I knew nothing,’ her grandmother said sternly.

Her eyes were full of accusations as she turned to Malta’s mother.

‘Keffria? Did you know what your daughter was up to?’ Before her mother could reply, Grandmother went on, ‘And if you did not, how could you not?’