They rode hard along the east road, and the smoke grew thicker with every mile. Diamond smelled it before the horses did: pine tar, burning paper, and beneath both the sour stink of lamp oil poured on stone.The counting house stood at the end of a gravel lane. Nyx described it in short, quick sentences while she led his horse by the bridle. It was a square building of gray stone with two floors. The upper windows had iron bars. Smoke rolled from the chimney and from the vents in the cellar wall. Six men in plain brown coats stood by the door, each with a hand on a sword."They are not soldiers," she said. "They stand like men who are paid by the day.""Then they will leave when the pay stops," said Diamond.They did not leave. When he walked up the lane with Nyx at his shoulder and Seris behind him, the six men drew their blades. One of them gave a high, nervous laugh."The Blind Wolf walks into our yard on his own feet," the man said. "Lord Veth will pay well for him."Diamond tilte