Which she pretty much was.
You re bleeding, she said quietly.
It was a reminder he didn t really need. The wound in his thigh throbbed every time he took a step, but it seemed to have stopped bleeding on the ride downriver. The other stuff was superficial furrows and scratches no worse than you d get from a crooked whore trying to roll you. The old adage welled up in his head. Ignored gashes heal the fastest.
Used to it, he grunted. What am I going to do with you, girl?
Anything you want. The same low, colorless voice.
I am yours now.
Yeah. He rubbed at his eyes. Right.
He supposed the obvious thing was to take her to Archeth s place. But
Harath arrived with the wine, which was by now lukewarm. They sat in silence for a while, sipping, cradling the scant heat of the mugs in their hands. Presently, a serving maid came out and put a platter of cured fish portions on the table for them. Harath dived in.
So what you going to do with her? he asked, as if the girl were not sitting there.
That s not your concern. What you do is get back to your room, pay the rent, and keep your head down. I ll come by with the rest of your money in a couple of days.
Worried about those demon things, huh?
No.
Harath, nodding to himself as he chewed. Worried they ll track us, right?
You fucking deaf? I said no. I said I m not worried about them.
The Ishlinak jerked his chin. Yeah, doesn t sound like it.
Egar drew a hard breath, let it slowly out. He looked down at the backs of his hands. There was a gouge across the left one he hadn t noticed before.
Great.
All right, yes. This is some serious shit, he finally admitted, to himself as much as the Ishlinak. The Citadel are fucking about with things they don t understand. Things I don t understand, either. But it s black shaman stuff. Night powers magic.
Oh, you reckon? Suddenly there was a hiss in the younger man s tone. He leaned in across the table. Corpses of my fucking kin, Skaranak rising from the dead after we just fucking killed them! Faceless warriors that walk with the lightning! Night powers, you say? Are you sure?
Keep your voice down.
Jabbing finger across the trestle and into his face. You said we wouldn t kill any
Egar grabbed the hand at the wrist, slammed it flat to the table.
I said keep your fucking voice down.
He locked eye with eye, forearm tensed as the younger man tried to free his trapped hand. The struggle coiled and uncoiled, draining ache through muscles already hammered hard in the fight. He hung on. Make it look easy. Work the bluff. He tilted his head a little, inquiring. Kept the stare. Used it all to lean imperceptibly in and reinforce the downward hold. Harath heaved one more time and gave up, tried to pull away. Egar held on another couple of seconds to make sure, then gave him his hand back.
You were paid, Majak. Hiding among spaced and even words how badly he needed to get his breath back. Sometimes things don t work out the way they re planned. Demlarashan ought to have taught you that much.
Harath looked back sullenly. They were my friends.
Yeah? Well as I recall, when I came calling on you, your best guess was that your friends had sent me to murder you. Remember that?
You said
I know what I said. I didn t know what we d find in there. Now the fight is done, you re alive, and your purse is full. Pretty good outcome for a freebooter, I d say. So shut the fuck up and let me think.
Silence. They sat and let him think.
Obvious thing was to take her to Archeth s place.
Right.
But the Citadel were going to be watching Archeth s place, now more than ever, and out of sight to boot.
Couple of days ago, could maybe have sneaked her past the old cordon they had out there with nobody the wiser. But that was before you decided to go breaking bones and faces for fun. Now they ll have spies in beggar s rags along the boulevard and probably men with spyglasses in upper rooms across the street. No way to tell who s watching where anymore.
Nice going, Dragonbane.
Grimace.
Could try it anyway wrap her head-to-foot, maybe. Not exactly unheard of around here.
But he knew the scheme was dead in the water even as he hatched it. The Citadel would be looking for any possible way there was to discredit Archeth, and Archeth s tastes were widely whispered of. The arrival of a fresh female, however attired, would just fan the flames of gossip. It would get back to Menkarak for sure, and if the invigilator chose to do the needlepoint, stitch Majak freebooter to mysterious female to dwenda with gashes from a staff lance to the disappearance of a certain slave girl in Afa marag
No. Forget Archeth s place.
There s always
Egar shot the younger man a surreptitious glance, saw the way he was drooling over the girl like some street dog confronted with a bowl of fresh offal. Dumped the idea before it made it all the way to a clearly formed thought. He barely trusted the Ishlinak to keep himself out of trouble the next few days, let alone keep anyone else safe at the same time. Harath, with a stuffed purse and swelling bravado from their adventures and safe escape
At best, he d force himself on the girl by way of payment for the favor. Maybe have her running off screaming down the street. At worst, he d have her out on display at every mercenary watering hole in town while he told the tale for beers.
Forget it, Dragonbane. Worse idea than Archeth s place.
He wondered for a moment about Darhan, maybe some comrade of Darhan s from the Combined Irregulars
You don t want to lean too much on that tribal thing.
His old trainer s own words, against the early-morning rattle of staff practice. And a speculative look in his eye.
You re a fucking idiot, Dragonbane, that s what I m trying to tell you. You, and your loyalties. Going to get you killed one of these days.
He realized, with a slow seeping chill, that he didn t really know Darhan anymore perhaps had never known the man, save as a gruff elder-brother substitute when he pitched up in the city, callow and gawking, what seemed like a lifetime ago.
You ve been gone too long, Dragonbane. He knew it for the truth it had that solid, marrow-deep ring to it, like a clean ax blow going home. Times change, and men change with them. This isn t the city you remember.
You are alone here.
Suddenly, trusting Darhan with the girl and her story didn t seem like such a good idea.
Which left just the one option, really. He sent Harath home. Sit tight, wait for word. He doubted the younger man would be able to do either for more than a couple of days, but maybe that d be enough.
What will you do with me now? the girl asked him, when the tavern door had swung shut on the Ishlinak.
I m taking you to see a friend, he told her.
Outside, the night was starting to wear thin and gray but dawn was still a good few hours off, and the streets were as empty as before. Egar stood for a moment, checked for unwanted witnesses in doorways or at windows. Saw none, and beckoned for the girl to come out and join him. She limped to his side, favoring her left foot. He noticed her unshod feet for the first time since they d gotten out of the temple legs still mud-splattered and streaked from the river. Hard to see if there was blood. Her lips pressed together as she saw him looking. Panic in her eyes once more.
I m fine, she jittered. I can walk, I m fine.
What s your name? he asked her gently.
They call me Nil.
Good enough. He glanced up at the sky. Well listen, Nil, we have to hurry here. I want to get you off the street before daybreak. Last stretch, just stay with me. Can you do that?
A tight nod.
Let s go, then.
Up through the gently shelving streets toward the Palace Quarter, and despite her limp, Nil was as good as her word. She kept to his pace better than some imperial levy recruits he d been saddled with in the pas
t. He felt the tension in him begin to ease as they climbed. The higher up the hill you got, the better the neighborhood and the less chance you d end up in any kind of trouble. Up here, the militia patrols were frequent and well disciplined, not likely to be hitting you up for bribes or favors. Citizens and slaves went about their business with assurance. And any criminals on the prowl would be smart, would have well-planned agendas that didn t include getting into random street squabbles.
Long and short of it anyone they met on these immaculately maintained thoroughfares was going to have better things to do than gawk at or otherwise involve themselves with some passing Majak freebooter and his concubine.
So they hit Harbor Hill Rise without incident. Made it all the way to the mansion with the mosaic dome cupola, having seen no more than half a dozen hurrying servants and a couple of doorway-hugging war-wounded beggars who d somehow avoided being shooed and shoved back down the hill the night before. They found the mansion s servant entry, and Egar took a moment to square away the last of his vague misgivings.
Then he reached up and tugged at the bellpull.
The chimes chased each other away. Long delay, while voices and footfalls went back and forth behind the wall. He was half tempted to smear a couple of leaping steps up the white stone, grab the black iron spikes at the top, and vault over, wounds or no wounds. It wouldn t have been the first time but under the circumstances
He waited.
Finally, a slat opened at head height in the dark wood paneling of the door. Eyes peered out.
Yes?
Brinag?
He s busy in the cellar. And we don t pay anyone till end of month, so if you re here to settle accounts, forget it. What do you want?
Egar gave the watching eyes a grim smile. What I want is for you to tell Brinag that Egar the Dragonbane is outside, and he d better get this door open before I kick it in for you.
Shocked silence. A pair of heartbeats.
Uhm yes, my lord. Yes, I ll There is, my lord, the main gate. If you had only
Just go and get him.
Yes, my lord.
The slave hurried off, forgot to close the slat before he went. Egar glanced at Nil, who was sagging at his side.
Not long now, he murmured.
Brinag came bustling up, checked Egar through the slat, and unbolted the door. He ushered them inside, cupping a candle aside with one hand. Checked the street and closed the door, leaned his back against it. Cleared his throat with mannered eunuch delicacy.
My lord, this is really not an ideal time to be calling. As you re no doubt aware
Is he in, though?
No, my lord.
And she is?
Brinag sighed. Yes, my lord.
What I thought. You d better take me to her, then.
Very well. The eunuch cast a cold eye over Nil.
And this is?
A gift, Egar told him succinctly. Brin, we re wasting time.
In the glow from the candle, the look on the eunuch s face said he thought that was the least of their problems. But he made no further comment. He led them through the ornamental herb garden and up the decorative iron spiral staircase into the kitchens. Through the high-ceilinged spaces within, up more stairs and along the tastefully tapes-tried and carpeted corridors of the upper levels, toward the seaward wing of the house. Brinag nodding curtly at slaves and servants along the way, trading at one point his candle for a lantern.
If this visit comes to light, he muttered, then
Then I got in over the wall somehow. Just another Majak harem marauder, and you don t know anything about it. Same as it ever was. Can you trust these people?
I can trust them not to want whipping within an inch of their lives, Brinag said sourly. I suppose that will have to do.
He led them to the chief bedchamber. No surprises there, Imrana wasn t an early riser at the best of times, and dawn was still a way off. Back in the tavern, Egar would have put his whole purse on her being right here in this room. He wouldn t have bet quite as much on Knight Commander Saril Ashant s whereabouts, but he knew enough of the relationship to spit and hope for marital absence. It wasn t exactly the worst risk he d ever taken.
Brinag knocked apologetically at the chamber doors, held up a hand for quiet, waited, knocked again. Waited. Knocked louder.
A muffled, moaning volley of curses from within the chamber. The eunuch tipped a bleak glance at Egar. He eased one door open a crack and slipped through the gap. Twisted about, held up a forbidding finger.
Wait here.
The door closed with a tight snap, leaving them in the gloom. Murmur of voices beyond, first Brin s and then the sleepy-toned responses, growing louder and less sleepy by the word. Egar grimaced. Then conversation stopped, caught up on some jag of angry disbelief. Long quiet, then another murmur. Brin s footfalls back to the door. The door opened and the eunuch slipped back out. He surveyed the two of them, deadpan.
The Lady Imrana will see you now, he said.
Please go through.
She was off the bed and tucking herself tight in a linen robe as they walked in. The Lady Imrana Nemaldath Amdarian, long black hair in comely disarray, the face it framed hard-boned and harsh, even in the kindly light of the lamps Brinag had lit for her before he came out. It took the softening effect of all the cosmetics she would later layer on to ease the command in that face, to make it into something more appropriately womanly, something more appropriate, Egar always thought, to how she was below the neck. Imrana was voluptuous by Yhelteth standards, despite the advancing years, breasts full and heavy in the tight-wrapped folds of the robe, tilt and curve of generous hips as she stalked barefoot across the tiles toward him. And with the anger marked on her face like that, scarlet spots burning at each cheekbone, man, he could feel a want for her coming on stronger than
Are you fucking deranged, Egar? The obscenity, there in her mannered mouth like a plum. As ever, it made him hard just hearing that urbane, throaty courtier voice rolling out language fit for a Skaranak milkmaid. Are you out of your fucking mind ? Coming here like this?
Imrana, listen
I said a fortnight! Is that so hard to get through your thick Majak skull? He s still here, he s still on fucking furlough!
Not in this bed, though. Egar, stung by the epithet Majak. She d never used it on him before outside of pillow play. Didn t take him long to burn through his marital obligations and take his business elsewhere, did it? Which brothel do you reckon it was this time?
It stopped her like a slap. She breathed in, hard enough that he saw her fine aristo nostrils pinch with it. She retucked herself a little tighter in her robe, as if the temperature in the room had suddenly fallen. Her voice grew cold and calm.
I have no idea, Egar. No idea at all. In truth, it s more likely he s with one of his mistresses. He will have had his fill of brothel flesh while he was on campaign. Small, bleak smile for him. So. Is speaking it aloud supposed to shock either of us?
I wouldn t have come here if I had another choice.
Imrana glanced at the girl. Really? In this whole city, you really can t find anywhere else to play three in a bed.
It s not
What about your beautiful black-skinned sponsor? I hear she likes it that way, couldn t you persuade her to
Will you shut up, woman! I didn t come here to fuck you!
The echoes chased briefly around the chamber, lost themselves in the heavy black drapes and expensive wall hangings. Imrana stared at him. In the breathing space that followed, he discovered that what really stung was her apparent opinion, laid abruptly bare with this unscripted meeting. It lurched through the arrangement of his memories like a drunken thug in a spice market, scattering and trampling the little rows of jars and pots, the artfully opened, fine-odored sacks. Belch and curse and stagger, smash and spill. Everything he d valued, turned over in his head he watched it happen like the sack of some pretty hillside town. Thick-skull big-cock barbarian bit of rough was that all he d
ever been? Or was it the march of years, clawing them apart? Had passing time and age done this to them both, made them colder and more distant, wound up in their own affairs and grasping scared at what was left? He cast his mind back, tried to remember. Found he couldn t. Found he didn t want to.
His wounds ached, suddenly. Suddenly, he felt old.
Perhaps she felt it, too. Perhaps she read the damage in his face. She went back and sat on the edge of the bed. Unconscious elegance in the lines of her legs, the spread of her arms out to the sides, pressing on the mattress, the downward tilt of her head and the way her hair swung forward to shroud her face. She took the ends of her robe tie, fiddled with them. Looked up with a new smile, one that stabbed him through the chest.
But you nearly did fuck me, Eg, she said quietly.
Coming here like this.
Well, that wasn t the plan, he growled.
No, perhaps not. And forgive me if I shouted, but Egar, you have to see. Saril and I have this down. I ignore his indiscretions, and he either genuinely believes I am chaste or he does not care so long as I appear so. It works, it is civilized.
I m not civilized. Yeah, got that.
That s not what I mean. She glanced again at Nil, seemed to see the girl properly for the first time. Another smile, one he couldn t read, flickering across her face.
She s kind of cute, Eg, but she s filthy. And she s dead on her feet. Where on Earth did you get her?
That s a long story. Still the trace of the growl in his voice. If you want to hear it.
Of course I want to hear it. Look, I ll have her cleaned up, and we ll talk. All right?
It was almost like watching a knight putting on his plate, preparatory to battle. The sections of the Imrana he knew, strapped into place piece by piece. She got up and went to the bellpull at the head of the bed, tugged it sharply. One hand went up to her hair, stroked the dark fall back at her ear it looked almost nervous. He saw how thin strands of gray and white twined through the dyed dark like the fine wires in some Kiriath machine. She tilted her head at him.
You know, Eg, all those years. If you d wanted three in a bed, you only had to ask.
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