For the rest of the walk, she was quiet, lost in her thoughts about the situation, until they reached the street where the victim had lived. She paid closer attention once they did, searching the houses they passed until she found the one she was looking for. It wasn't hard to find. In a row of simple, small homes, the only house with broken shutters and missing roof tiles stood out. Liaran paused for a minute to study it, but there was no sign of what had taken place there, nor had she expected there to be.
She walked past it to the next house and knocked on the door, her status as an Aes Sedai ensuring that she and Haeden would be welcomed. The dark haired woman who opened the door stared at the two of them with large eyes that almost matched her hair. Liaran smiled, hoping to put the woman at ease, then introduced herself and Haeden, explaining what they were doing before making her request.
"Would you mind if we asked you some questions?"
The woman blinked, then shrugged, opening the door to her home. "I can try," she said, sounding doubtful as she led them into a small sitting room. It might have been small, the furniture worn, but everything was neat and clean, suggesting that the woman took great pride in her home. Liaran took a place on the sofa, the woman in a large stuffed chair.
The woman, who had introduced herself as Eirene Parel, almost immediately said, "I don't know much help I'll be. Master Hawes...well, he just didn't like people much. I rarely even saw him leave the house."
That seemed strange to Liaran, and she wondered how Nykkolaia had ever managed to meet the man. An answer to that unvoiced question came quickly as Mistress Parel explained, "I do know his son, though. Orin's friends with my boys, and comes over to play more evenings than not." She shook her head. "He's a good boy, Orin, no matter what his father says."
Liaran blinked, trying to quickly comprehend the flow of information. Though she'd known Master Hawes had a son, Liaran had expected him to be an older man with an adult son, not a child. Perhaps Nykkolaia knew the son, and not the father? That seemed more likely, but nothing was certain.
"He has a child?" Liaran asked, wanting to be sure she was understanding correctly. Mistress Parel nodded. "Yes, as I just said, though Orin's here enough that he may as well be ours." The woman's dark eyes flashed, and she lowered her voice. "The truth is, I never minded having him over here, and there were some evenings when I hesitated to send him home."
It sounded to Liaran as if the dead man had hardly been an innocent victim, yet another piece to the puzzle in front of her and Haeden.
"Why is that?" she asked calmly.
Mistress Parel frowned, and when she spoke, Liaran could hear the restrained anger in the words. "Not long before Master Hawes was killed, I noticed that Orin seemed to be injured often, even more so than other boys his age. It seemed as if he showed up with a new bruise every single day. He always had an excuse, but some evenings, if I went outside, I could hear Master Hawes just screaming at him, and I had to wonder what was going on inside that house. He was never a great parent after his wife died, but it seemed to be getting worse."
Liaran had her own suspicions about what had been happening inside that house, and they made it rather difficult for her to feel much sympathy for the murdered man.
"Do you know where Orin is now?" she asked.
"He's with his father's sister, in the next village over. When he wasn't over here, it was usually because he was spending time with her. Not to speak ill of the dead, but....I think that Orin is better off there." Liaran nodded her head in agreement.
