palm wine smell coming of his skin. Other than him, the street was empty.
“Such a swarm of men, who want this man dead. Some say Seven Wings, some say demons, some say the chieftain army.”
“Because they share a love for black?”
“You the one seeking answers, wolf. This is known. Somebody entered the house of Basu Fumanguru and killed everyone. Nobody see no bodies and there were no burial rites. Imagine an elder of the city of Kongor dead with no tribute, no funeral, no procession of lords with a man of royal blood leading it, nobody even declaring him dead. Meanwhile thornbush sprung wild around the house overnight.”
“What do your elders say?”
“None come to me. Do you know he was killed on the Night of the Skulls?”
“I do not believe you.”
“That it was the Night of the Skulls?”
“That none of those chatty child-fuckers have seen you since.”
“I think the Seven Wings assemble for the King.”
“I think you dance away from the question.”
“Not how you think.”
“Lowly people all seem to know the ways of kings these days.”
He grinned. “I know this, though. People visit that house, including one or two of the elders. And maybe one or two Seven Wings. One not from here, they call him Belekun the Big, because that is how men around here joke. He was one who could not keep any of his holes shut, his mouth the worst. He came here with another elder.”
“How do you remember after three years?”
“It was last year. As they both took turns fucking a deaf girl, Miss Wadada heard also. Them saying that they need to find it. They need to find it now, or it will be the execution sword for them.”
“Find what?”
“Basu Fumanguru wrote a long writ against the King, they said.”
“Where is this writ?”
“People keep breaking in his house and not finding anything, so not there mayhaps?”
“You think the King killed him over a writ?”
“I think nothing. The King is coming here. His chancellor is in the city.”
“His chancellor visits Miss Wadada?”
“No, stupid Tracker. I have seen him, though. Kinglike but not the King, skin blacker than you and hair red like a new wound.”
“Maybe he will come sample your famous services.”
“Too pious. Holiness itself. As soon as I saw him I forgot when I first saw him and it was as if I was always seeing him. Do I sound like the fool?”
A dark man with red hair. A dark man with red hair.
“Tracker, you look gone.”
“I am here.”
“As I say, nobody can think of a time when he was not chancellor, but nobody can remember when he became so, or what he was before.”
“He was not chancellor yesterday, but has been chancellor forever. Did they kill all in Fumanguru’s house?”
“Maybe you should ask a prefect.”
“Maybe I will.”
He turned to look down in the street and wrapped the cloth over his head.
“One more thing. Come closer, one-eyed wolf.”
He pointed down into the street. I came up beside him as the clothes fell from him. He arched his back, his body was saying I could have him again right there. I turned to face him and he smiled a smile, all black. He blew it all in my face, black dust. Kohl dust, a large cloud in my eyes, nose, and mouth. Kohl dust mixed with viper poison, I could smell it. He looked at me deep, not with any malice, just with great interest, like he was told what would happen next. I punched him in the neck bump, then grabbed his throat and squeezed.
“They must have given you the antidote,” I said, “or you would have been dead by now.”
He coughed and groaned. I squeezed until his eyes bulged.
“Who sent you? Who gave you kohl dust?”
I pushed him hard. He fell back from the edge of the roof screaming and I caught his ankle. He kept flailing and yelling and almost slipped from me.
“By the gods, Tracker! By the gods! Mercy!”
“Mercifully release you?”
I eased my grip and he slipped. Ekoiye screamed.
“Who knew I would come to you?”
“No one!”
I let his ankle slip again.
“I don’t know! It’s an enchantment, I swear it. It must have been.”
“Who paid you to kill me?”
“It was not to kill you, I swear.”
“There is venom in this kohl. An ingenious thing like you must know of enchantments, so learn this. Nothing born of metal can harm me.”
“It was for anybody who ask. He never said kill you.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know! A man in veils, more veils than a Kongori nun. He