Tak reached out to set the fiddle in the sergeant's hands.
'You were robbed,' Fiddler said. 'This is the ugliest piece of junk I' ve ever seen.'
'What's the difference? You never play the damned things anyway!'
'Good point. I'll take it.'
'Two thousand gold.'
'Got twelve diamonds with me.'
'Worth?'
'Maybe four thousand.'
'All right, six then for the fiddle. You want to buy the bow as well?'
'Why not?'
'That's another two thousand. See the horsehair? It's white. I knew this horse. Used to pull carts of rubbish from Hood's own temple in Old Upper. Then one day the hauler had his heart burst and he stumbled down under the animal's hoofs. It panicked and bolted, right through the webbed window wall this side of the fourth bridge-'
'Wait! That huge lead window? Fourth Bridge?'
'Fronting the recruiting kit store, aye-'
'That's it! That old temple-'
'And you won't believe who was standing there with a half-dozen knockkneed recruits when that insane horse exploded into the room-'
'Braven Tooth!'
Tak nodded. 'And he turned right round, took one look, then hammered his fist right between the beast's eyes. It dropped dead right there.
Only, the animal lands half on one lad's leg, snapping it clean, and he starts screaming. Then, ignoring all that, Master Sergeant he just turns round again and says to the wide-eyed supply clerk – I swear, I heard all this from one of those recruits – he said: 'These pathetic meer-rats are heading back up to Ashok to rejoin their regiment. You make sure they got waterskins that don't leak.' And he looks down at that screaming broke-leg recruit, and he says, 'Your name's now Limp.
Aye, not very imaginative, but it's like this. If you can't hear Hood laughing, well, I can.' And so, that's where this horsehair come from.'
'Two thousand gold for the bow?'
'With a story like that, aye, and it's a bargain.'
'Done. Now, let's get that crate down – I don't want the box. I'll just sling 'em all on my back – '
'They ain't strung, and neither is this one.'
'So we'll string 'em. You got extra cables?'
'Three for each. You want those mock-ups, too?'
'Absolutely, and I've got sharpers and burners in this pack, so let's load 'em up and check the weight and all that. But let's be quick.'
'Fiddler, it's not nice out there any more, you know? Especially tonight. Smells like the old Mouse.'
'I know, and that's why I don't want to head back out without this cusser nestled in.'
'Just be glad you're not Wickan.'
'First Wickan-hater I come across gets this egg up his dark dining hall. Tell me, Braven Tooth still live in the same house down in Lower? Near Obo's Tower?'
'That he does.'
Hellian dragged Banaschar down the winding alley – at least, it seemed to be winding, the way they kept careening off grimy walls. And she talked. 'Sure, you thought you got away clean. Not a chance. No, this is Sergeant Hellian you're dealing with here. Think I wouldn't chase you across half the damned world? Damned fool-'
'You idiot. Half the damned world? I went straight back down to the docks and sailed back to Malaz City.'
'And you thought that'd fool me? Forget it. Sure, the trail was cold, but not cold enough. And now I got you, a suspect wanted for questioning.'
The alley opened out onto a wider street. Off to their left was a bridge. Scowling, Hellian yanked her prisoner towards it.
'I told you the first time, Sergeant!' Banaschar snapped. 'I had nothing to do with that slaughter – the same thing had happened in every damned temple of D'rek, at precisely the same time. You don't understand – I have to get to Mock's Hold. I have to see the Imperial High Mage-'
'That snake! I knew it, a conspiracy! Well, I'll deal with him later.
One mass-murderer at a time, I always say.'
'This is madness, Sergeant! Let go of me – I can explain-'
'Save your explanations. I got some questions for you first and you'd better answer them!'
'With what?' he sneered. 'Explanations?'
'No. Answers. There's a difference-'
'Really? How? What difference?'
'Explanations are what people use when they need to lie. Y'can always tell those, 'cause those explanations don't explain nothing and then they look at you like they just cleared things up when really they did the opposite and they know it and you know it and they know you know and you know they know that you know and they know you and you know them and maybe you go out for a pitcher later but who picks up the tab? That's what I want to know.'
'Right, and answers?'
'Answers is what I get when I ask questions. Answers is when you got no choice. I ask, you tell. I ask again, you tell some more. Then I break your fingers, 'cause I don't like what you're telling me, because those answers don't explain nothing!'
'Ah! So you really want explanations!'
'Not till you give me the answers!'
'So what are your questions?'
'Who said I got questions? I already know what your answers are, anyway. No point in questions, really.'
'And there's no need to break my fingers, Sergeant, I give up already.'
'Nice try. I don't believe you.'
'Gods below-'
Hellian dragged him back. Halting, looking about. The sergeant scowled. 'Where are we?'
'That depends. Where were you taking me?'
'Back to the ships.'
'You idiot – we went the wrong way – all you had to do was turn around back there, when you first caught me-'
'Well I didn't, did I? What's that?' She pointed.
Banaschar frowned at the brooding, unlit structure just beyond the low wall they had been walking along. Then he cursed under his breath and said, 'That's the Deadhouse.'
'What, some kind of bar?'
'No, and don't even think of dragging me in there.'
'I'm thirsty.'
'I have an idea, then, Sergeant. We can go to Coop's-'
'How far is that?'
'Straight ahead-'
'Forget it. It's a trap.' She tugged him right and they made their way along the front of the Deadhouse, then through a short alley with uneven walls, where Hellian guided her prisoner left once more. Then she halted and pointed across the way. 'What place is that one?'
'That's Smiley's. You don't want to go in there, it's where rats go to die-'
'Perfect. You're buying me a drink. Then we're heading back to the ships.'
Banaschar ran a hand across his scalp. 'As you like. They say the ale brewed in there uses water run off from
