Part 21 (1/2)
Jarl blinked and when he met Kylar's eyes, his dark eyes were dry. ”If that were all, I never would have asked you to come. Durzo Blint has enemies, and so do you.”
”That's not exactly news,” Kylar said. No matter that he and Blint never spoke about the jobs they did, and that anyone who knew of their work firsthand was dead. Word got out. Word always gets out. Another wetboy would attribute a job to them. A client would brag about who he'd hired. They had enemies they'd wronged, and more enemies who only thought that Durzo had wronged them. It was one of the costs of being the best. The families of deaders never attributed a successful hit to a second-rate wetboy.
”Do you remember Roth?”
”One of Rat's bigs?” Kylar asked.
”Yes. Apparently, he's smarter than we ever realized. After Rat died... well, everyone left like the guild was burning down. The other guilds moved in and took our territory. Everyone had to scramble to survive. Roth didn't make any friends when he was Rat's right hand. He nearly got killed half a dozen times. Apparently he always blamed you.”
”Me?”
”For killing Rat. If you hadn't killed him, no one would have dared come after Roth. He never believed you were dead, either, but he hasn't been in a position to find out who you became. That's changing.”
Kylar's chest was tight. ”Does he know I'm alive?”
”No, but he'll sit with the Nine within the year, maybe sooner. There's a spot open right now that he's trying for. From a position of that kind of power, he'll find you. I haven't even met him, but the stories I hear... He's a real twist. Cruel. Vengeful. He frightens me, Kylar. He frightens me like no one since you know who.”
”So that's why you invited me here? So you could tell me that Roth is coming after me?” Kylar asked.
”Yes, but there's more to it,” Jarl said. ”There's going to be a war.”
”War? Hold on. What's your part, Jarl? How do you know all this?”
Jarl paused. ”You've spent the last ten years under Master Blint's tutelage. I've spent the last ten years under Momma K's. And just as you've learned more than fighting, I've learned more than... fornicating. This city's secrets flow through its bedchambers.” That was Momma K speaking, sure enough. more than fighting, I've learned more than... fornicating. This city's secrets flow through its bedchambers.” That was Momma K speaking, sure enough.
”But why are you helping me? A lot's changed since we were guild rats stealing bread.”
Jarl shrugged, looked away again. ”You're my only friend.”
”Sure, when we were children-”
”Not 'you were.' You are. You're the only friend I've ever had, Kylar.”
Trying to beat back his sudden guilt-how long had it been since he'd thought of Jarl?-Kylar said, ”What about everyone here? The people you work with?”
”Coworkers, employees, and clients. I've even got something like a lover. But no friends.”
”You've got a lover and she's not your friend?”
”Her name's Stephan. She's a fifty-three-year-old cloth merchant with a wife and eight children. He gives me protection and beautiful clothes, and I give him s.e.x.”
”Oh.” Suddenly the wh.o.r.e's muttering about hoeing the other row made a lot more sense. ”Are you happy here, Jarl?”
”Happy? What the h.e.l.l kind of question is that? Happy doesn't have anything to do with it.”
”I'm sorry.”
Jarl laughed bitterly. ”Where'd you get your innocence back, Kylar? You said Azoth was dead.”
”What are you talking about?”
”Are you going to leave now that you know I'm a b.u.g.g.e.r?”
”No,” Kylar said. ”You're my friend.”
”And you're mine. But if I hadn't seen you nearly kill Gerk just now, I'd wonder if you really were a wetboy. How do you kill people and keep your soul intact, Kylar? Kylar?” He gave the name a little twist.
”How do you keep your soul intact and wh.o.r.e?”
”I don't.”
”Me neither,” Kylar said.
Jarl went quiet. He studied Kylar intently. ”What happened that day?”
Kylar knew what Jarl was asking. A tremor pa.s.sed through him. ”Durzo told me if I wanted to be his apprentice, I had to kill Rat. After what he did to Doll Girl... I did it.”
”Easy as that, huh?”
Kylar debated lying, but if anyone deserved the truth, it was Jarl. He'd suffered more at Rat's hands than anyone. After holding back about Doll Girl, he couldn't do it again.
Kylar told him the whole story, like he hadn't told anyone since Master Blint.
The description of the gore and how pathetic Rat had been didn't move Jarl. His face remained pa.s.sive. ”He deserved it. He deserved it and then some,” Jarl said. ”I only wish I'd had the nerve to do it. I wish I could have watched.” He dismissed it with an effeminate wave of his hand. ”I've got a client coming, so listen,” Jarl said. ”Khalidor is going to invade. Different parts of the Sa'kage have been mobilized, but they're mostly smoke screens. Probably only the Nine know what's really happening, maybe only the s.h.i.+nga. I can't even tell which side we're going to take.
”The thing is, we can't afford for Cenaria to lose this war. I don't know if the Nine realize that. The Ursuuls have put forward claims on Cenaria for generations, but several months ago G.o.dking Ursuul demanded a tribute of some special gem and free pa.s.sage, claiming to be more interested in taking war to Modai than here. King Gunder told him where he could go-and it wasn't across the king's highways.
”A source told me the G.o.dking vowed to make us an example. He's got more than fifty wytches, maybe many more. I don't think King Gunder can field ten mages to stand against them.”
”But the Sa'kage will survive,” Kylar said. Not that he gave a d.a.m.n about them. He was thinking about the Drakes and Logan. The Khalidorans would kill them.
”The Sa'kage will survive, Kylar, but if all the businesses are burned down, there's no money to extort. If all the merchants are broke, they can't gamble or go whoring. Some wars we could profit from. This one will ruin us.”
”So why tell me?”
”Durzo's in the middle of it.”
”Of course he is,” Kylar said. ”Probably half the n.o.bles in the army's chain of command are trying to off their superiors so they can take their places. But Master Blint wouldn't take a job that would seriously endanger the city. Not if things are as bad as you say.”
Jarl shook his head. ”I think he's working for the king.”
”Master Blint would never work for the king,” Kylar said.
”He would if they had his daughter.”
”His what?”