Part 11 (1/2)
Aristarchos stroked his chin. ”Then you are a better man than many have feared. I see now why you were chosen in the first place.” Aristarchos stood. ”Know this, Durzo Blint. I am far from home and have not the means I might wish, but if you call on me, I will give you what help I can. And knowing that you have deemed the cause just will be enough explanation for me. Good day.”
The man walked out of the brothel, smiling and winking at the wh.o.r.es who seemed disappointed to lose his business. He wore his charm like a mask, Durzo saw.
The masks change, but the masquers remain the same, don't they? Durzo had lived with the bilge waste of humanity for so long, he saw filth in every heart. He knew the filth was there; he was right about that. Filth and darkness were even in Rimbold Drake's heart. But Drake didn't act from that darkness, did he? No. That masquer-if only that one-had changed. Durzo had lived with the bilge waste of humanity for so long, he saw filth in every heart. He knew the filth was there; he was right about that. Filth and darkness were even in Rimbold Drake's heart. But Drake didn't act from that darkness, did he? No. That masquer-if only that one-had changed.
Fear isn't enough to motivate me, he'd said-while planning to murder a child. What kind of a monster am I? What kind of a monster am I?
He was caught now. Truly and desperately caught. He'd just killed Corbin Fis.h.i.+ll. The man's death had been sanctioned by the s.h.i.+nga and the rest of the Nine. Corbin had been managing the guilds as if he were in Khalidor, setting guild against guild, encouraging open war between them and doing absolutely nothing to regulate brutality within the guilds. Khalidorans did such things in the belief that the best would naturally rise. But the Sa'kage wanted members, not monsters.
Worse, they now had some indication that Corbin actually had been working for Khalidor. That was inexcusable. Not taking the work, but taking it without reporting it to the rest of the Nine. Loyalties had to be to the Sa'kage first.
The kill had been sanctioned, and it had been just. That didn't mean that Corbin's friends would accept it. Durzo had killed members of the Nine before, but he always took extra care to conceal whose work it was. Now Azoth had tromped around his killing grounds for hours, a little before the job was done and a lot after. Enough people knew or guessed Durzo had taken Azoth as his apprentice that they couldn't fail to link the two. It was sloppy wet work, they'd say. Maybe Durzo Blint is slipping.
Being the best made him a target. The appearance of weakness gave every second-rate wetboy hope that they could move up. Azoth couldn't have known, of course. Still didn't know so many things. But in that flash of blue light from Retribution's blade, Durzo had seen his own death. If he let the boy live, Durzo would die. Sooner or later. have known, of course. Still didn't know so many things. But in that flash of blue light from Retribution's blade, Durzo had seen his own death. If he let the boy live, Durzo would die. Sooner or later.
And there it was. The divine economy. For someone to live, someone had to die.
Durzo Blint made his decision, and started drinking.
”Master Blint hasn't come to see me.”
”No,” Momma K said.
”It's been four days. You said he wasn't mad anymore,” Azoth said, making fists with his hands. He thought he had cut them, but they were fine. Lots of other places on his body hurt, so he hadn't just imagined being beaten, but his hands were fine.
”Three days. And he's not mad. Drink this.”
”No. I don't want any more of that stuff. It makes me feel worse.” He regretted the words as soon as he said them. Momma K's eyebrows went up and her eyes went cold. Even huddled in warm blankets in a spare bedroom here in her house, when her eyes turned frosty, nothing could make you feel warm.
”Child, let me tell you a story. Have you ever heard of the Snake of Haran?”
Azoth shook his head.
”The snake has seven heads, but each time you cut one head off, two more grow in its place.”
”Really? There's really such a thing?”
”No. In Haran they call it the Snake of Ladesh. It's imaginary.”
”Then why did you tell me about it?” Azoth asked.
”Are you being deliberately obtuse?” When he didn't answer, she said, ”If you'll let me finish, you'll see the story is an a.n.a.logy. a.n.a.logies are lies grown-ups tell.”
”Why?” Being stuck in bed was making Azoth petulant.
”Why does anyone tell lies? Because they're useful. Now drink your medicine and then shut your mouth,” Momma K said.
Azoth knew he was pus.h.i.+ng it, so he didn't ask any more. He drank the thick mint-and-anise-flavored brew.
”Right now the Sa'kage has its own Snake of Haran, Azoth... Kylar. Kylar. Do you know Corbin Fis.h.i.+ll?” Do you know Corbin Fis.h.i.+ll?”
Azoth nodded. Corbin was the handsome, impressive young man who had sometimes come and talked to Ja'laliel.
”Corbin was one of the Nine. He ran the children's guilds.”
”Was?” Azoth almost squeaked. He wasn't supposed to know Corbin was even important, much less how important.
”Durzo killed him three days ago. When the baby farms were shut down, the Sa'kage was given a chance to literally raise its own army. But Corbin was allowing or encouraging guild war that was wiping out the slaveborn. And he was a spy. The Sa'kage thought he was a Ceuran spy, but now they think he was taking money from Khalidor. The Khalidorans paid him in Ceuran gold, probably in case he was found, and also so he wouldn't start spending the money immediately and bring attention to himself.
”Now that Corbin is dead, his things have been searched, and unfortunately, there hasn't been any clear answer. If he was Khalidoran, he was far more dangerous than we had thought, and the Sa'kage should have brought him in and had him tortured until they knew for sure, but at the time, they thought it was more important to set a graphic example of what happens to those who mismanage Sa'kage endeavors. The problem now is bigger.
”We don't think Corbin was in place long enough to cultivate any loyalty to Khalidor among the guilds-street rats don't care much where their meals come from-but the fact Khalidor would work on taking over the guilds tells us that they are thinking long term.”
”How do you know he wasn't just the easiest person they could get in the Sa'kage?”
Momma K smiled. ”We don't. Khalidor is putting down some rebellions right now, and it's not going well for them. But the G.o.dking has earned a reputation as a man who plans for victory, and my guess is that he thinks it may be years before he's ready to march south, but he wants Cenaria to fall at the slightest blow when he does. If he controls the Sa'kage, taking the city will be easy. Our problem is that if he was able to get a man as highly placed as Corbin, then there may be dozens of others. The other heads of the snake may show up at any time. Anyone we trust may be working for Khalidor.”
”Why's that your problem?” Azoth asked.
”It's my problem because I'm one of the Nine, too, Kylar. I'm the Mistress of Pleasures.”
Azoth's mouth formed a little O. Always before, the Sa'kage had been something dangerous, huge, and distant. He supposed it fit-everyone knew Momma K had been a wh.o.r.e and that she was wealthy-but he'd never even thought of it. Being the Mistress of Pleasures meant that Momma K controlled all of the prost.i.tution in Cenaria. Everyone who plied the pleasure trade ultimately answered to her.
She smiled. ”Aside from my girls' more... strenuous duties, they also keep their ears open. You'd be amazed at how talkative men can be in front of what they think is just a dumb wh.o.r.e. I'm in charge of the Sa'kage's spies. I need to know what Khalidor is doing. If I don't know, the Sa'kage doesn't know, and if we don't know, the country may fall. Believe me, we do not want Garoth Ursuul as our king.” of what they think is just a dumb wh.o.r.e. I'm in charge of the Sa'kage's spies. I need to know what Khalidor is doing. If I don't know, the Sa'kage doesn't know, and if we don't know, the country may fall. Believe me, we do not want Garoth Ursuul as our king.”
”Why are you telling me all this?” Azoth said. ”I'm n.o.body.”
”Azoth was n.o.body. You are about to become Kylar Stern,” she said, ”And I think you're smarter than Durzo gives you credit for. I'm telling you because we need you on our side. Azoth was stupid to go wandering the other day, and it may cost you or Durzo your lives. But if you had known what was happening, you wouldn't have gone there. You did the wrong thing, but Durzo shouldn't have beaten you for showing initiative. In fact, I'm sure he's sorry for beating you, though he'll never apologize. It isn't in the man to admit he's wrong. We need you to be more than an apprentice, Kylar. We need you to be an ally. Are you ready for that?”
Azoth-Kylar-nodded slowly. ”What do you want me to do?”
17
Kylar tried to gawk at the right things as he was ushered through the Gyre estate. Azoth, Momma K had told him, would gawk at anything big or gold. Baronet Kylar Stern would gawk only at things that were both-and the art. Logan had invited him to visit to make amends for hitting him, and Kylar's first job for the Sa'kage was to make sure they became friends.
The porter escorted him to another, better-dressed man-Kylar almost greeted him as Duke Gyre before realizing he must be the Gyre's chamberlain. The chamberlain took him through a vast entry hall with dual stairs that climbed three stories flanking an enormous marble statue of two men, twins, facing each other in battle, each seeing the same opening in the other's defense, each lunging. It was one of the most famous statues in the world, Momma K had told Kylar: The Grasq Twins' Doom. In history, Momma K said, the Grasq twins had been heavily armored and during a long battle each had lost the thin tabards that at the time were all men wore over plate mail and all that identified them if they were separated from their standard bearers. They had indeed killed each other, though each had avoided the other in earlier battles. Here, the men were naked except for a s.h.i.+eld and sword. Because of the s.h.i.+elds' placement, each was seeing his twin's face for the first time even as he struck the death blow. avoided the other in earlier battles. Here, the men were naked except for a s.h.i.+eld and sword. Because of the s.h.i.+elds' placement, each was seeing his twin's face for the first time even as he struck the death blow.
The chamberlain took Kylar up the stairs and down one long wing of the estate. The hallway was wider than most of the alleys in the Warrens. Both sides were crowded with marble busts and paintings of men speaking, men fighting, men seizing women, families moving, women mourning, the aftermath of battles, and horrible monsters boiling out of gaps in the ground. Every picture was framed with heavy gold leaf. Most were big. Walking behind the chamberlain, Kylar could gawk as much as he wanted, and he did. Then they stopped at a huge door. The chamberlain rapped on it with the staff he carried and opened the door to a library with dozens of shelves in orderly rows and the walls lined with books and scrolls to a height of two stories.
”My lord, Baronet Kylar Stern.”
Logan Gyre rose from a table with an open scroll laid across it. ”Kylar! I was just finis.h.i.+ng-I borrowed this scroll from-oh, never mind. Welcome!”