Nope.
The man hesitated. Then you wish to buy? I can make you a good price, wharf price if you
Did you see the girl who was leaning on this? Ringil asked him. Just a moment ago. Working girl? Henna hair, cream bodice?
A lip curled in pious disgust. No. I did not.
She was right there, man. You didn t see where she went?
The man drew himself up. I am not a whore s broker, sir, and I ll thank you not to take me for one. This is Yhelteth you re in now, not the pirate cities.
Didn t realize my accent was that bad.
And then Archeth, suddenly at his shoulder, laughing, getting between him and the agent, grabbing his arm. Ringil! You old backstabber! What are you doing here? You making trouble already? How long you been in town?
He saw her shoot the freight agent a warning glance. She needn t have bothered. He d already made her for Kiriath and was backing off like a poet asked to wash dishes. Ringil stared vainly about at the brightly colored surge and slop of the crowd.
There was a He gave it up. Accepted Archeth s grip, made the four-handed clasp and leaned in close. It s good to see you, too, you immortal bitch. That your boat?
Belongs to a friend. Why?
Ah nothing.
Come on, I ll introduce you. She led him to the gangplank. The halberdiers stood grudgingly aside, watched him pass with ill-concealed mistrust. What are you doing here, anyway? Thought you d gone home to a happy ending and a handsome reward. What happened? Family reunion not work out after all?
Something like that, yeah.
Not looking for work, are you?
He looked at her. Saw she wasn't joking.
He liked Shanta on sight.
Something of the tangled academic about the man a willingness to entertain the possibility of something, anything, regardless of how likely it actually was. You could see his eyes kindle as he did it, could see them staring off into other places, as if into the coals of a fire. You could sit there and watch him drift, watch him tugged away from the wharf of the real world by the currents in his head.
Could almost be Kiriath.
Though in the Black Folk, to tell the truth, the same trait had manifested itself as something closer to insanity. Grashgal and Flaradnam had both been prone to lapse that way, disconcertingly often in the midst of humdrum conversations, for minutes at a time, then come back down to Earth trailing skeins of mystic gibberish you couldn t really make much use of in the real world. Ringil had even seen Grashgal do it once in the midst of battle. Had had to snap him out of it pretty fucking sharply to save both their lives.
He wondered idly how much it was that similarity, that same musing, brooding withdrawal, that drew Archeth to the naval engineer the way she obviously was.
Of course, your experiences in the Aldrain realm the so-called Gray Places these go only to support what the Helmsman has said about the Ghost Isle. He was doing it now gnarled fingers steepled, gaze falling lost through the gap beneath. If the dwenda are truly at home in places where reality is not moored to the same set of laws we know here, then there is no reason they would not sail whole chunks of territory away with them from time to time.
Yes, and if my father s people fought them, then they would have had technologies to combat it. Just as the Ghost Isle makes sense, so does An-Kirilnar.
Ringil frowned. He hadn t heard a fervor like this in Archeth s voice for the better part of a decade. And from the look of her eyes as she leaned forward, she wasn t even using. Which fact was in itself remarkable.
Change, it seemed, was in the air.
That s as may be. Shanta drifting back now from his speculative trance. But these are hardheaded men we re talking about, and that bitch Nethena Gral is harder than any of them. It s going to take more than maybes to loosen their purse strings.
The trace of a smile touched Archeth s mouth. I think I m going to leave that part to Anasharal.
To Ringil, it was as if the shade they sat in had deepened for a moment. He d never much liked the Helmsmen.
Where are you keeping it? he asked.
At my place. Archeth gestured out to the rail and the glittering sunstruck city beyond. We were using the palace, but Jhiral found out Anasharal is mobile, and that was the end of that.
Fucking pussy.
Mahmal Shanta glanced at Ringil, fresh interest in his eyes. Archeth saw the look and felt the warning prickle go along her nerves.
But she had to concur. Jhiral had been childishly aghast.
That thing can walk about? The Emperor wide-eyed, staring at her in the gloom of the tower. It has legs? What the fuck are you doing bringing it into my palace?
No point in trying to calm him or explain her observations and inference that Anasharal might be able to walk, but couldn t walk far. Or that anyway, a being able to eavesdrop on conversations at who knew what remove probably didn t need to walk about much to achieve its purposes, whatever they might be. She kept silent instead, and made arrangements: Noyal Rakan and his men to escort a carry party of trusted slaves to her home; the Helmsman to be wrapped in sacking and loaded into a nondescript donkey carriage along with a bunch of Kiriath junk from one of the palace storage cellars. More raw material for the jet-black madwoman to ponder over and wreck apart with engineer s hammers. She already had the reputation no one would give any of this a second glance.
The Emperor, she admonished, is of the opinion that this enterprise would best be served at some remove from the palace. We are, after all, trying to encourage a spirit of independent enterprise.
Shanta grunted. You re not going to have any problem with that, believe me. Problem is going to be keeping all that independent spirit from sheering off in half a dozen different directions, and running before the wind with its sails in tatters.
Ringil?
Ringil examined his nails. I think I can keep them in line. Bunch of merchants, aren t they?
These days they are. There was the edge of a chuckle in Shanta s voice. But some of them came the hard road to it. Shendanak started out slitting travelers throats in the Dhashara pass and selling their horses at auction. Got the right side of an imperial supply contract for horseflesh just in time to miss out on the gallows. Down deep, he s still more Majak steppe raider than imperial citizen.
Well, I get on well enough with those. Ringil winked at Archeth. How s the Dragonbane keeping, down here in the civilized world?
He s all right, Archeth estimated.
Bit twitchy at the moment.
Can t wait to see the old thug.
You might have to climb a few harem walls. She knew she sounded bad-tempered, but couldn t help it. Lack of sleep, lack of krinzanz, lack of Ishgrim it was all catching up with her at once. And she d seen the way Egar looked at Ishgrim, had caught him at it a couple of times. Getting laid s still his main interest in life. He s most likely camped out up the hill with his lady friend right now.
Shanta, waiting politely for them to wrap up the gossip. You ll also likely have trouble with Kaptal and Tand. Tand because he despises Shendanak, and Kaptal because he s another one who made it up from gutter beginnings and never really left them behind. It ll put his back up just being in the same room as gentry like Gral and Nyanar.
Ringil shrugged. Seen that before: rank and file hating the nobles, nobles despising the rank and file. Sounds no worse than any other command I ever had.
Yes, my lord Eskiath, but I would remind you, your commands were of military men men who understood the rigor and discipline of soldiering.
