Midnight Tides
They could hear bells now, as the city’s garrison began responding to the alarm from various stations near the area.
‘That won’t last long,’ Bugg predicted.
‘Yes, but I am reminded of something,’ Tehol said. ‘The time has come, I think, to see Shand, Hejun and Rissarh on their way.’
‘Will they complain?’
‘Less than one might expect. This is a nervous city. The few non-Letherii remaining are being subjected to harassment, and not just by citizens. The authorities are showing their racist underpinnings with all these suspicions and the eagerness to tread over hard-won rights.’
‘Proof that the freedoms once accorded non-Letherii peoples were born of both paternalism and a self-serving posturing as a benign overseer. What is given is taken away, just like that.’
‘Indeed, Bugg. Is it because, do you think, at the human core, we are naught but liars and cheats?’
‘Probably.’
‘With no hope of ever overcoming our instinctive nastiness?’
‘Hard to say. How have we done so far?’
‘That’s not fair. Oh, fine, it’s perfectly fair. But it doesn’t bode well, does it?’
‘Well, this is uncharacteristically glum of you, Bugg.’
‘Alas, I fear the Tiste Edur won’t be any better. Coin is the poison, after all, and it infects indiscriminately.’
‘As I suspected,’ Tehol mused, ‘clearly, now is not the time to destroy the economy.’
‘Either way, you’re right, master.’
‘Of course I am. Furthermore, it seems incumbent that, for the moment at least, we should do nothing. About anything. The Rat Catchers’ Guild has done a fine job thus far; we need make no adjustments there. I know the details of who owes what from the Tolls Repository and Shand has acted with impressive facility on that information. We know the dire state of the royal treasury. You have been paid for your work on the Eternal Domicile, haven’t you?’
‘Just yesterday, master.’
‘Excellent. Well, that was exhausting. I think I’ll go back to bed.’
‘Good idea, master.’
‘After all, this rooftop is probably the safest place in Letheras now.’
‘Indeed. Best stay here.’
‘I thought I’d take a walk.’
‘More rumours to track down?’
‘Something like that, master.’
‘Be careful, Bugg, they’re press-ganging recruits with some ferocity.’
‘I was wondering about that, master. No-one’s paid you a visit?’
‘Why, they have. But our silent bodyguard sent them away.’
‘He said something?’
‘No, it was just a look, I think. They scurried.’
‘Impressive. As for me, master, I have ways of making myself unpalatable, even for desperate recruiters.’
‘You have always been unpalatable, it’s true,’ Tehol noted as he gingerly lowered himself onto his bed. ‘Even the fleas avoid you. Just one more of those eternal mysteries, Bugg, that so endears you to me. Or is it endears me to you?’
‘Oh, no. You don’t like me. I discover this after all this time?’
‘I was only commenting on your usage of the appropriate phrase in the context of your statement and the sentiment you presumably wished to express. Of course I like you, master. How could I not?’
‘You have a point there, Bugg. Anyway, I’m going to sleep now, so if you don’t want me for anything else…’
‘Right, master. I’ll see you later, then.’
Turudal Brizad was just outside the throne room, leaning against a column, his arms crossed. Brys nodded to him and was about to pass when the Queen’s First Consort gestured him over. The Finadd hesitated, then approached.
Turudal smiled. ‘Relax. I am no longer as dangerous as I once was, Brys Beddict. Assuming that I was dangerous in the first place.’
‘First Consort. Please permit me to express my sympathy-’
‘Thank you,’ Turudal cut in, ‘but it’s not necessary. The prince was not the only precipitous member of the royal family. My dear queen was, it is worth recalling, at the forefront of inviting this war against the Tiste Edur. She has the arrogance of her people, after all…’
‘And are they not your people as well, First Consort?’
The man’s smile broadened. ‘So much of my life, Brys Beddict – here in this palace – can be characterized as fulfilling the role of objective observer in the proceedings of state, and in the domestic travails upon which, it must be said, my fortune depends. Rather, depended . In this, I am no different from my counterpart, the First Concubine. We were present as symbols, after all. And so we behaved accordingly.’