Part 7 (1/2)

”My little shadow thing?”

”Now, Durzo.”

The door opened and a bleeding, wretched boy was shown in. But even beat up as he was, Gwinvere would have picked him out from a thousand guild rats. This guild rat had fire in his eyes. He stood straight even though his face was abraded, his mouth and nose dribbling blood. He looked at her unabashedly, but was either young enough or smart enough that he looked at her eyes rather than at her cleavage. beat up as he was, Gwinvere would have picked him out from a thousand guild rats. This guild rat had fire in his eyes. He stood straight even though his face was abraded, his mouth and nose dribbling blood. He looked at her unabashedly, but was either young enough or smart enough that he looked at her eyes rather than at her cleavage.

”You see more than most, don't you,” Momma K said. It wasn't a question.

He didn't even nod. He was too young to be mocking her tendency to state questions, so there was something else in that flat stare he was giving her.

Of course. ”And you've seen something terrible, haven't you?” ”And you've seen something terrible, haven't you?”

Azoth just looked at her with big eyes, trembling. He was a picture of the naked innocence that died every day in the Warrens. It stirred something in her that she'd thought long dead. Without so much as a word, she knew she could offer the boy a mother's arms, a mother's embrace, a safe place. She could give a refuge, even to this child of the Warrens, who'd probably never been held in his life. A soft look, a touch on his cheek, and a word, and he would collapse into her arms and cry.

And what will Durzo do? Vonda had barely been dead three months. He'd lost more than lover when she'd died, and Gwinvere didn't know if he'd ever recover. Vonda had barely been dead three months. He'd lost more than lover when she'd died, and Gwinvere didn't know if he'd ever recover. Will he understand that Azoth's tears don't make him weak? Will he understand that Azoth's tears don't make him weak?

To be honest with herself, Gwinvere knew that holding Azoth wouldn't be just for Azoth. She couldn't remember the last time she'd held someone who hadn't paid for the privilege.

And what will Durzo do if he sees real love now? Will it make him be human, or will he tell himself Azoth is too weak and kill him rather than admit that he needs him?

It all took her just a second to read the boy and weigh her options. There was too much at stake. She couldn't do it.

”So, Azoth,” she asked, folding her arms under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, ”who'd you kill?”

The blood drained from Azoth's face. He blinked as fear suddenly cleared his eyes of the tears that were threatening.

”First kill, too,” Momma K said. ”Good.”

”I don't know what you're talking about,” Azoth said, too quickly.

”I know what a killer looks like.” Her voice was sharp. ”So who did you kill?”

”I need to talk to Durzo Blint. Please. Where is he?”

”Right here,” Blint said, behind Azoth. Azoth flinched. ”And since you've found me,” Blint continued, ”someone better be dead.”

”He...” Azoth looked at Momma K, obviously wondering if he could speak in front of her. ”He is.”

”Where's the body?” Blint demanded.

”It's, it's in the river.”

”So there's no proof. How convenient.”

”Here's your proof,” Azoth shouted, suddenly furious. He threw what he was holding at Durzo. Durzo s.n.a.t.c.hed it out of the air.

”You call this proof?” Durzo asked. He opened his hand and Momma K saw he held a b.l.o.o.d.y ear. ”I call it an ear. Ever known a man to die from losing an ear, Gwin?”

Momma K said, ”Don't you put me in the middle of this, Durzo Blint.”

”I can show you the body,” Azoth said.

”You said it's in the river.”

”It is.”

Durzo hesitated.

”d.a.m.n you, Durzo. Go,” Momma K said. ”You owe him that much.”

The sun sat fully above the horizon when they arrived at the boat repair shop. Durzo went inside alone and came out ten minutes later, rolling down a wet sleeve. He didn't look down at Azoth as he asked, ”Son, he was naked. Did he...”

”I got the noose around his foot before, before he could... I killed him before.” In cold and distant tones, Azoth told him everything. The night was fading like a bad dream, and what he remembered doing, he couldn't believe he had done. It must have been someone else. As he told his story, Blint looked at him in a way no one ever had before. It might have been pity. Azoth didn't know. He'd never seen pity before.

”Did Doll Girl make it?” Azoth asked.

Durzo put his hands on Azoth's shoulders and looked into his eyes. ”I don't know. She looked bad. I got the best person I could find to try to save her. Kid,” Blint looked away, blinking. ”I'm going to give you one more chance.”

”Another test?” Azoth's shoulders slumped. His voice was flat, deflated. He couldn't even spare the energy for outrage. ”You can't. I did everything you said.”

”No more tests. I'm giving you one more chance to reconsider. You've done everything I asked. But this isn't the life you want. You want off the street? I'll give you a bag of silver and apprentice you to a fletcher or an herbalist on the east side. But if you come with me, you trade everything for it. Once you do this work, you'll never be the same. You will be alone. You will be different. Always.

”And that's not the worst of it. I'm not trying to scare you. Well, maybe I am. But I'm not exaggerating. I'm not lying to you. The worst of it, kid, is this: Relations.h.i.+ps are ropes. Love is a noose. If you come with me, you must forswear love. Do you know what that means?” am. But I'm not exaggerating. I'm not lying to you. The worst of it, kid, is this: Relations.h.i.+ps are ropes. Love is a noose. If you come with me, you must forswear love. Do you know what that means?”

Azoth shook his head.

”It means you can bang as many women as you want, but you can never love one. I won't allow you to ruin yourself over a girl, over a girl,” Durzo's voice filled with violence. His hands were claws on Azoth's shoulders, his eyes predator's eyes. ”Do you understand?”

”What about Doll Girl?” Azoth asked. He must have been tired. He knew mentioning her was a mistake before he finished the question.

”You're ten, eleven years old? You think you love her?”

”No.” Too late. Too late.

”I'll let you know if she lives, but if you come with me, Azoth, you will never talk to her again. You understand? You apprentice to my fletcher or the herbalist, you can see her as much as you want. Please, kid. Take it. This might be your last chance for happiness.”

Happiness? I just don't want to be afraid anymore. Blint wasn't afraid. People were afraid of him. They whispered his name in awe. Blint wasn't afraid. People were afraid of him. They whispered his name in awe.

”You follow me now,” Blint said, ”and by the Night Angels, you belong belong to me. Once we start, you become a wetboy or you die. The Sa'kage can't afford to do it any other way. Or you stay, and I'll find you in a few days and take you to your new master.” to me. Once we start, you become a wetboy or you die. The Sa'kage can't afford to do it any other way. Or you stay, and I'll find you in a few days and take you to your new master.”

Blint stood and brushed his still-damp hands as if was.h.i.+ng them of the matter. He turned abruptly and strode into the shadows of an alley.

Stepping out from the niche he'd been standing in, Azoth looked down the street toward the guild home, a hundred paces away. Maybe he didn't need to go with Blint now. He'd killed Rat. Maybe he could go back and everything would be all right.

Go back to what? I'm still too little to be the guild head. Ja'laliel's still dying. Jarl and Doll Girl were still both maimed. There would be no hero's welcome for Azoth. Roth or some other big would take over the guild, and Azoth would be afraid again, as if nothing had ever happened. Jarl and Doll Girl were still both maimed. There would be no hero's welcome for Azoth. Roth or some other big would take over the guild, and Azoth would be afraid again, as if nothing had ever happened.

But he promised me an apprentices.h.i.+p! Yes, he'd promised, but everyone knew you didn't trust adults. Yes, he'd promised, but everyone knew you didn't trust adults.