by Steven Brust
He nodded, still looking friendly. “I know that, too. But the boss might not be so happy with me.”
“He might not,” I agreed.
It was very strange hearing Kragar referred to as “the boss.”
“Is it all right if I wait in his office?”
He frowned. “Mind if I ask why?”
I gave him an honest answer.
“Ah,” he said, laughing. “I can see that. Will you make it good for me with the boss, if needed?”
“Yeah, I think I can do that. Want some money to make it official that you were bribed?”
He chuckled. “No, thanks. That might lead to questions I wouldn’t care to answer.”
“Fair enough,” I said, and moved into what once had been my office, with my desk, a new chair where mine had once been, and the same ugly view from my window. Sometimes I’d had that window boarded up, other times I kept it open so Loiosh could use it. I took another chair and shoved it into a corner next to the coat rack and waited, thinking invisible thoughts.
The door opened, he came in and sat behind the desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a ledger. “Hey there,” I said, and I swear he almost screamed.
He settled down and stared at me. “Vlad!”
“Hey, Kragar. You know, I’ve been wanting to do that to you for more years than I can remember. If the Jhereg gets me now, my last thought will be of the pleasure I’ve just had.” I smiled.
“I think I’ll kill you before the Jhereg gets to it. How did you get past Yenth?”
“I bribed him.”
“How much did it take?”
“No cash, he just wanted in on the vicarious pleasure of seeing you jump.”
“I’ll kill you both.”
“Don’t blame you.”
“But first I’m going let my heart rate slow down to something below the imminent death level.”
“When that happens, you can maybe tell me a few things.”
“Maybe. I’ll think about it. What do you want to know?”
“What’s up with Aliera?”
“She’s been arrested.”
“I know that. Why?”
“Practicing pre-Empire sorcery.”
“I know that,” I said. “Why?”
“Because the Empress needs to distract attention from the mess in Tirma.”
“And there was no other way to do that than arrest a friend of hers?”
“How should I know? The Empress hasn’t been taking me into her confidence lately.”
“How about the Jhereg?”
“Hmmm?”
“Do you know how they plan to get me?”
“You don’t know?”
“Well, I’ve had the thought that this whole thing with Aliera was concocted just to get me back here, but that seems a bit paranoid even for me.”
“Yeah, that may be going over the edge.”
“For one thing, how do they get the Empress to cooperate?”
“Right.”
“Unless—”
“Hmmm?”
“Kragar, have you heard any whispers or rumors of something big being up with the Jhereg in combination with another House, or more than one?”
He looked at me. I said, “That look tells me that the answer is yes.”
“How did you—?”
“What is it?”
“I asked first. How did you know?”
“I didn’t know. In fact, I assumed I was wrong. But if this is all a means of getting me back here, then the key element is to convince the Empress to do what they want.”
“Okay, I can see that.”
“The Jhereg is at the bottom of the Cycle. They aren’t in any position to influence the Imperium, unless—”
“—they work with another House, maybe even two or three.”
“Right. Which means they have to have something to offer, which means—”
“Something big. Got it. I keep forgetting how devious you are.”
“Me? I’m not the one who came up with it, whatever it is. Which reminds me, what is it?”
“Now that I can answer,” said Kragar, “I have no idea.”
8
Yes, certainly I’m willing to cooperate with your committee, but I have no idea what you imagine I can tell you. As you know, I had no position in the Imperial army at the time of incident, and no knowledge of it beyond rumor and what I was told by friends, none of whom were directly involved either. If your question concerns military matters in general, certainly I will give you my opinions, but it would seem there are others more qualified. In general, such “testimony” as you want from me I can give right now: If you put soldiers in a position where the enemy is the populace, you must expect them to treat the populace as the enemy. This does not require knowledge of the higher reaches of the sorcerous arts to devine.
Nevertheless, as I said, I am willing to speak to your committee at any time that my duties do not require my presence elsewhere. A message sent to me through the House of the Dragon will reach me quickly, and a message sent to the Office of the Warlord, Dragon Wing, Imperial Palace, will reach me instantly.
—Norathar (authenticated)
“What did you hear, and where did you hear it?”
“I didn’t exactly hear anything, but there have been a few Orca—”
“Orca!”
“—who have been exceptionally polite of late.”
“Um.”
“It bugged me enough that I set someone to find out what was up, and all I learned was that there are orders from some of their House not to offend us.” Given how easily the Orca offend everyone, and how habitual it seems with them to do so, that certainly was significant—of something.
“Um,” I said again.
“Maybe you think that’s normal—”
“Heh. Yeah, okay. Something is up.”
“I’m still not sure of your conclusion, though.”
“You mean, that it’s all directed at me?”
“Right. Something that big—”
“I know. I may be a part of it, or maybe they just took the opportunity. But I’m going to follow up my guess that somewhere between the Jhereg and the Orca, and maybe another House too, someone is putting pressure on the Empress.”
“If we could find out who, or how—”
“Kiera is working on that for me.”
An eyebrow went up, then he nodded. He kept looking at me.
I said, “What is it?”
“What’s what?”
“That look you’re giving me.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Um. Well?”
He hesitated. “You’re older,” he finally said.
“Yeah, that happens.”
“I know. Just, faster than I’d thought it would.”
“That’s two of us.”
“Sorry.”
“No problem; I needed cheering up anyway. Besides, I don’t think old age is what’s going to get me.”
“It is if it slows you down.”
“You are just full of cheer, aren’t you?”
“Lord Cheerful, that’s what they call me.”
“All right, Lord Cheerful. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to find out who is trying to do what. I take it you’re on that?”
“I’m not hopeful, Vlad. This obviously goes all the way up to the Jhereg Council. They aren’t easy to crack.”
“Go in through the Orca.”
He nodded. “All right. I’ll take a run at it. What are you going to be doing?”
“I’m not exactly sure. Give me a few minutes to think about it.”
“Take all the time you need.” He sat back in his chair. I had to admit, he looked like he belonged there.
“Supercilious,” I said. “That’s the word I’m looking for.”
“Thanks,” he said. “I had a good teacher.”
There was nothing to say to that, so I stared out what used to be my window. Sometimes I’d found the answer to a problem on the wall of the
building across the way. It didn’t work this time; I guess I had to be sitting behind the desk.
“Hungry?” he said.
“Come to think of it, yeah.”
“Should I round up bodyguards or should I send out for something?”
“Send out. I don’t trust your secretary; I think he’d take a bribe.”
“What are you hungry for?”
“Pretty much anything.”
He yelled for Yenth and instructed him to have lunch brought in. “And get yourself some moldy cheese and vinegar,” he added. Yenth left with a smirk he must have learned from Kragar.
“How are things here?”
“Not like I expected.”
“Oh?”
“You have to keep pushing. If you aren’t pushing, you’re being pushed.”
“That’s true, I guess.”
“It gets, uh, tiring.”
“If you want a break, we can swap places.”
“If we swapped places, neither of us would have a problem: you’d enjoy pushing, and the Jhereg would never notice me.”
“Good point.”
Presently, Yenth came back and delivered a big box containing pastries from a vendor I remembered with longing, as well as a bottle of wine, a selection of fruit, and a bucket of flavored ice from the local sorcery shop. I hadn’t had the flavored ice in years—I smiled when I saw it and wondered why I never treated myself to stuff like that anymore. Yenth held up a steaming pastry and said, “Moldy cheese and vinegar. They made it special for me.”
“Get out of here,” said Kragar.
I bit into a pastry and burned my mouth. Chicken, maize, tubers, and a thick gravy that was sweeter than I’d have made it but still good. Kragar gestured, and the wine tongs began to glow red.
“You’ve been practicing.”
“Only the easy stuff.” He opened the wine and poured us each a glass. It was very dark and strongly flavored. We ate in silence, each with our own thoughts. Loiosh shifted on my shoulder; Rocza hissed softly at him.
“What do you know about Norathar’s appointment as Warlord?”
Kragar looked up. “Vlad, you think I pay attention to Court politics?”
“I think you pay attention to everything.”
“What do you want to know?”
“I’m not sure. She was acting funny.”
“You saw her?”
“Yes. I got the feeling there was something odd about the appointment.”
“It isn’t the first time the Heir has been Warlord during a Phoenix Reign, but it hasn’t happened much.”
“Yeah. Why not?”
“Two reasons: The second is continuity—the more Court officials who are continued over between reigns, the smoother the transition is.”
“Right. Makes sense. And the first?”
He looked at me.
“Oh,” I said. “Yeah. Sort of begging for a coup, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “What was funny about how Norathar was acting?”
“Eh. Like she wanted to tell me things, but didn’t. Like she was on both sides at once.”
“Just what about that seems anything other than predictable?”
“I know, I know. But there was something else to it.”
He shrugged. “Like, maybe she knew what was going on, and wanted to tell you, but had, oh, I don’t know, sworn an oath that prevented it, or something like that, maybe?”
I called him something my grandfather wouldn’t have approved of. “Want to spend some more time showing how smart you are?”
“Sure.”
“What is it she wanted to tell me?”
He waved his hands over the desk, like a jongleur in the market about to make something vanish “with no trace of sorcery whatsoever!” He said, “Mmmm . . . the spirits are being obstinate. I must cajole them. Have you some token I may give to them so they—”
I made a few suggestions about what sort of token I had and what he and his spirits could do with it.
He said, “It’s no secret that you’re trying to help Aliera. Norathar has information that would be useful. She can’t give it to you. What’s the big mystery?”
“There are two: The first is, what does she know that she can’t tell me? The second is, how can I find it out? Got an answer for either of those, O Mystic One?”
“You could have Daymar do a mind-probe.” He smirked.
“The information wouldn’t do me much good if I were ground up into Vlad-meal after getting it.”
“Everything has to be perfect for you.”
“I’m just that kind of guy.”
“So, what’s the next step?”
“I wait and see what Kiera can tell me. After that, I’ll see. Kill someone, I suppose.”
“You’re so romantic. That’s why you get all the girls.”
“It’s such a trial figuring out where to put them.” I stood up and started pacing.
“It’s good to see you again,” said Kragar.
I stopped, looked at him, wondered if he was being sarcastic, if I really missed being where he was, and if he’d yet gotten a good enough offer to sell me out. “Thanks,” I said. “You too.”
“Your food’s getting cold.”
I got busy with the food again, feeding some to Loiosh and Rocza. When I get distracted from eating, it’s a pretty good sign that things have gotten difficult. When Loiosh and Rozca fail to remind me, it’s an even better sign.
I finished the pastry, drank some wine, and said, “I’ll tell you what I can’t figure out: It’s too small.”
“Small?”
“For the Empress. The way I’ve been reading it, the Empress got into a mess because some soldiers no one knows anything about killed a few Teckla no one cares anything about. So she arranged this prosecution of Aliera to distract attention, and Aliera is being a good soldier and letting herself be sacrificed.”
“Well, she was the Warlord when it happened, so maybe she feels she deserves it.”
“True, but beside the point. I’m saying Zerika wouldn’t do that just to save herself from some unpleasantness. Even from a lot of unpleasantness.”
“I don’t know her.”
“I do, sort of.”
“Okay, Vlad. Say you’re right. What does it mean?”
“It means there is more at stake than what happens to Zerika. For her to do something like that, she has to be preventing something much worse than anything that can happen to her personally.”
“Like what?”
I spread my hands.
“Okay,” he said. “Well, you now know what you don’t know. See how much progress you’ve made?”
“Could you do something for me?”
“If it involves a mind-probe of the Empress, no. Otherwise, probably.”
I reached over and found a blank piece of paper on his desk, right where I used to keep them. I wrote a name on it and passed it over to him. He looked at it and did a thing with his eyebrows. “Left Hand?”
“Yeah. I have an itch that tells me they’re in on this. I’d love to be wrong, but if I’m right, she’s probably in it. Find out what you can about her.”
“I already know more than I’d like to.”
“Start with that, then.”
“Madam Triesco is one of the high figures in the Left Hand. She’s probably richer than the Empress. She answers to Caola, and I don’t think Caola would dirty her hands with this directly. When someone sells a trinket to influence the roll of the stones, Triesco is getting some of it. If it doesn’t actually do anything, she’s getting more. Every malicious imitation spell in town, some of it goes to her. Whenever there’s an unauthorized clairvoyance spell cast, she’s getting a piece. When—”
“Hey. Are we safe?”
“Hmmm?”
“Could someone be watching or listening to us? How good are your protections?”
“They’re the same ones you had, Vlad. Three tied to two, double-filled and locked. Cast for twenty years, rememb
er? Checked four times a year.”
“All right. Anyway, yeah, I know she’s big.”
“What else do you want to. . . oh.”
I shook my head. “Don’t jump to conclusions. I just need to know things. I’m not ready to start indiscriminately putting shines right and left.”
“All right. But you’ll let me know before you do, so I can be somewhere else?”
“I’ll send a special courier.”
“Thanks.”
“You’ll check on her for me?”
“Just like the old days.”
“Except now you have people to do the legwork for you.”
“Yeah, except for that, it’s just like the old days.”
“And you’re more sarcastic than you used to be.”
“Right.”
“Which I didn’t think was possible.”
“When you stop being surprised, you’ve stopped living.”
“All right, all right. Can I get an escort back to the Imperial Palace?”
He called for Yenth, and said a couple of names I didn’t recognize. I didn’t recognize their faces, either, when they showed up. Kragar gave them instructions that didn’t leave any room for doubt about the condition I was to arrive in, or what would happen to them if I so much as stubbed my toe; they appeared to notice.
“Thanks, Kragar. I’ll be in touch.”
He gave me a salute, and my escort escorted me back down the stairs, out the door, and onto the sweet-sour smell of the part of the City I knew best. I’d have liked to have relaxed more and enjoyed the walk, but I was too busy thinking.
I made it back to the Palace, the Iorich Wing, and the over-priced inn, giving my escorts a couple of orbs to drink my continued good health. The room was empty, the bed was soft, I was tired.
I woke up with that ugly feeling you always get when you sleep in your clothes—years on the run hadn’t inured me to it. I checked the Orb and found the time, tried to figure how long I’d been asleep, and realized I had no idea what time it had been when I’d lain down. Was it light out? I couldn’t remember. It was disorienting and annoying.
“You’ve been out about six hours, Boss.”
“Okay. Was everything solved while I slept?”
“Almost everything. Just a bit of cleanup left.”
