maybe he could n't see the man 's face , but everything else screamed guilt : the stoop of shoulders that had been so broad when they rubbed against the houndmistress 's , the mane of reddish hair that had been dyed time and again , the voice that had plied and charmed and tongued all the right ears to earn the role of advisor to the woman who would try to save a city infested with human gangrene .