helping you and your families. Whatever the outcome, my associate here will not be involved; he will return to Siul, where he will organise the troops to protect your villages. He will also pass on the promised payment.'
'You can't really believe there's much chance of breaking your son out?' Kam asked, and immediately regretted his words as the long-threatened tears finally spilled from the duchess's eyes.
'You have no need to remind me of that,' she said after a moment, regaining her composure. 'But you will permit me to hope against hope? It is all I have left now.' She straightened up, but made no attempt to wipe the tears from her face. 'There is another service you can do him, though.'
'There is? ' Kam looked blank, until he remembered the only public execution he'd ever seen. 'Oh, yes, I see what you mean.'
'It is what I want,' the duchess said in a stiff voice. 'That white-eye filth intends to execute my son as a traitor. The trial will be a sham, for the conclusion is already set. I do not know what manner of execution Lord Isak intends, but I am certain there is no depravity beneath him. To speak plainly, as you desire, I say this: I will do what I can for your families, if you will do the same for mine. If all I can give to my son is his dignity in death, then I would be glad to deny Lord Isak this final cruelty after the sacking of our home, the destruction of our family name and the death of my brother, among many other crimes.
'I chose you precisely because you are not mercenaries or assassins. I do not expect anyone to get out of there alive, and that will be their mistake: they will not be expecting anyone to act without care of the consequences. I know you have no wish to die; I believe you to be good men, honourable men. And for the sake of your families I believe you will take this terrible risk and I say to you now, if you die failing, it will not affect the payment…' Her voice tailed off.
Kam found himself holding his breath until she spoke again, this time with a resonance that struck at his heart.
'You are the sort of men who will risk all for your families, and in this I do not believe we are so different. I will do whatever I can to provide a diversion. And if by my own death I can offer one of you the chance to survive to see their children again, I will willingly do so.'
'They say you're a mage, that you've made pacts with daemons,' Boren whispered, causing Kam to jump at the sound.
The duchess shook her head, sadness in her face rather than the anger Kam would have expected. 'I have no such power, and those mages in our service are now dead. I do have something that may provide the necessary distraction, but I cannot be certain how well it will work, so it may be that revealing my identity is all that I can offer. Do not trust that it will do any more than turn heads for a moment.'
Kam looked at Boren, whose anger had clearly faded to nothing now, and stood.
'I'll have to discuss this with the others. When your man finds us tomorrow, you will have vour answer.'
'Thank you,' she said, her voice sounding hollow. 'Once I would have said you will be in my prayers forever, but I have none of those left. You are my final prayer – I cannot stomach any more begging of Gods who have obviously never cared for me – but perhaps the Lady will look kindly upon you and grant you luck, for one day at least.'
CHAPTER 6
Ashin Doranei thought hard about turning round in his seat and glaring at whoever was smoking that heavily spiced tobacco; it had been tickling the back of his throat for an hour or more and it was really starting to annoy him. After a few moments' thought he decided against it – chances were he'd just fall off his stool if he tried anything so acrobatic.
Standing up first was an option, but if he had any money he wouldn't have bet himself he'd be able to manage it.
Hah, don't bet for money no more, he said to himself, got more fun stuff than that t'do. He flapped weakly at his pockets for a moment. Somewhere he had a couple of wyvern claws, winnings from the last bet he'd made with his comrades.
Bastards let me kill it first, that's not agains' the rules? There're rules for us? There're rules for men like me?
'So where's the love of my life then?' said a woman from the other side of the bar.
Doranei wavered a moment before adjusting his head enough to look her in the face.
Bugger me… looks lot like a woman 1 shagged.
Doranei let his head sink down again and tightened his grip on his drink.
Prob'ly not a surprise, fanna does work here. Unless…
With painstakingly slowness a thought struck him and with great difficultly Doranei turned his head again, this time to look down the length of the bar.
Shit. Must've forgotten to leave the Light Fingers. Why th' hell would I sit in this dump so long?
Another tankard of beer slammed down on the bar top in front of him.
Ah,. Doranei's battered face skewed into a lopsided grin as he reached for the tankard. That's why.
'Still awake, there? Where's your Brother then, m'lovely?' The woman spoke slowly and precisely.
M'lovely. Qods 1 hated bein' called that-that why I stopped shagging her? A fitful burst of activity took place in Doranei's memory.
Or was it 'cos I said she smelled like a mule ar' she kicked my balls up into my guts? He nodded sagely and Janna snorted in irritation.
'Still playin' the mystery then? Fine, piss on you. Let's see if you're drunk enough for me to nick one of those posh cigars you're smokin' these days.'
Janna reached forward, a little hesitantly at first, until she was convinced Doranei wasn't reacting at all, at which point she gave a toothy grin and slipped a practised hand inside his tunic to retrieve a silver cigar case. 'Well ain't that lovely,' she said chattily. 'It's got a bee on it and everythin'-' She stopped, the amusement suddenly falling from her face. 'Gods, your boss give you this?'
Doranei stared down at the bar for a while, then tried to reach for his pocket. He got his hand in there on the second attempt.
Cigar case's gone. Bugger. That supposed to happen here? Someone nickin' from me in a Brotherhood pub? Bloody stupid, that.
Janna pulled out a cigar and set the case on the bar, lighting her plunder from a lamp and puffing hard until it was properly lit. Then she returned the case to Doranei's pocket and set her elbows on the bar so her face was only a few inches from his.
'Now then, m'lovely, where's your boy Sebe? Next time you see 'im, tell 'im I've missed 'im and all 'is lovely scars. Gods, you should've 'eard me scream when I saw 'im bald as a fucking baby last week! Scary bloody baby, but never mind, I love 'im anyway. But I said to 'im, m'lovely, 'I've got nothin' to 'old onto', I said, and you know 'ow much I like doin' that!' Janna gave a cackle that momentarily quietened the rest of the pub.
Janna. Girl 's got good punch on her, Doranei though dreamily, lifting his beer and drinking automatically. Foor Sebe, boy's smitten. Mind you, good punch is somethin' to respect, an' that smile lights up th' whole bloody room. She'll be a terror once he gets the guts to marry her, but she'll treat him right. Randy li'l fucker knows how to stay on her good side.
'So what were the women in Scree like, eh?' Janna continued in a conspiratorial voice, undeterred by the lack of response.
'Lookers? Bet they're an ugly lot, all black-haired Farlan bastard stock ain't they?'
'Women?' said Doranei suddenly, as though only now waking from a dream.
'Fuck me, it lives,' Janna chuckled. 'Now that's an interesting thing, 'e don't pay a blind bloody bit of notice until I bring up the subject of skirt!'
She reached out and patted his cheek. 'Doranei, m'lovely, am I to think you're finally past pining for me and 'ave got yourself a lady, or did you just meet a whore even better than me?'
Doranei took another swig of beer and let the words slowly settle into an order he could understand.
Women.
