The Khar Kheshig section was at the camp's southern edge, and Suuqai was at its outer perimeter when Batu came through from the northern approach. He was working a strap on a piece of equipment, head down, his hands moving steadily, and when he looked up, Batu understood what he needed to in the look. Suuqai had found something.
Batu said, "Come."
They walked to the command tent. The camp was deep into its evening routine by then, the fires set up and the tumen running its night-watch rotation. A lamp was burning at a low level from the earlier hours.
Batu sat. Suuqai set a piece of folded felt on the table between them and stood behind it.
"The broker's gate contact put the courier on the outer road south of the eastern gate before midday," Suuqai said. "We found him there. He had the correspondence on him."
"What did you do with him."
"He's gone."
Batu unwrapped the felt and spread the documents across the table.
