"That would be he," the Lady said, sounding quite smug. Jasper frowned, studying her. Both of the women had golden eyes. Well, Ruve's were a dusty gold, with small flecks of hazel and, if studied carefully, a ring of slightly darker amber around the edges. Not that he had looked. But he was paid to notice things. Not that he was being paid.
The Lady just had bright yellow gold, vividly so, like someone had taken a polishing cloth to them and given 'em a good rubbin'. Did everyone have freaky eyes these days, and he just hadn't noticed?
"You'll forgive me if I don't weep, but that man has more enemies than you can count. I, myself, am not fond of him. But, I understand you and Sam are and that, believe it or not, matters. And, if you want to get him back, you are going to have to learn his Truename. Do you know what I mean when I say that?"
"Nope," Jasper said without thinking. His back stiffened when she turned those eyes on him and he swallowed loudly. "But I guess, guy like that, he'd have more than one name. So, ya gotta get his birth name. Not a problem. I know guys down in the Jamian archives - relatives of yours?" His chin tilted, waited for the surprise. Yeah, she hadn't thought he had worked out the connection to the southern Empire? Well, he was no dummy.
'sides, how many empires could there be?