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The Bonehunters



'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 the Deadhouse – and then there's the proprietor-'


'What about him?'


'Related, it's rumoured, to the old dead Emperor himself – that place used to be Kellanved's, you know.'


'The Emperor owned a tavern?'


'He did, partnered with Dancer. And there was a serving wench, named Surly-'


She shook him. 'Just because I asked questions don't mean I wanted answers, especially not those kinda answers, so be quiet!'


'Sorry.'


'One drink, then we go back to the ships and take a swim-'


'A what?'


'Easy. Ain't no drowned spiders in this bay.'

'No, just blood-sucking eels! Like the one dangling from behind your ear. It's already sucked all the blood from half of your face. Tell me, is your scalp getting numb on one side?'


She glared at him. 'I never gave you no permission to ask questions.


That's my task. Remember that.' Then she shook her head. Something long and bloated bumped against her neck. Hellian reached up and grasped the eel. She yanked it off. 'Ow!' Glared at the writhing creature in her hand, then dropped it and crushed it under a heel.


Black goo spattered out to the sides. 'See that, Banaschar? Give me trouble and you get the same treatment.'


'If I hang from your ear? Really, Sergeant, this is ridiculous-'


They turned at murmuring sounds from the street behind them. Thirty or forty locals came into view, heading for Front Street. Some of them were now carrying bows, and canisters of burning pitch swinging from straps. 'What are they about?' Hellian asked.


'They think the fleet's rotten with plague,' the ex-priest said. 'I expect they mean to set a few transports on fire.'


'Plague? There ain't no plague-'


'I know that and you know that. Now, there's another problem,' he added as the mob saw them and a half-dozen thugs split away, then slowly, ominously approached. 'Those weals all over you, Sergeant – easily mistaken for signs of plague.'


'What? Gods below, let's get into that tavern.'


They hurried forward, pushed through the doors.


Inside, inky gloom broken only by a few tallow candles on blackened tabletops. There was but one other customer, seated near the back wall. The ceiling was low, the floor underfoot littered with rubbish.


The thick air reminded Hellian of a cheese-sock.


From the right appeared the proprietor, a pike-thin Dal Honese of indeterminate age, each eye looking in a different direction – neither one fixing on Hellian or Banaschar as he smiled unctuously, hands wringing.


'Ah, most sweet tryst, yes? Come! I have a table, yes! Reserved for such as you!'


'Close that ugly mouth or I'll sew it up myself,' Hellian said. 'Jus' show us the damned table then get us a pitcher of anything you got that won't come back up through our noses.'


Head bobbing, the man hobbled over to a table and, reaching out multiple times he finally grasped hold of the chairs and made a show of dragging them back through the filth.


Banaschar made to sit, then he recoiled. 'Gods below, that candle-'


'Oh yes!' said the Dal Honese gleefully, 'the few wax witches left are most generous with Smiley's. It's the history, yes?'


Sudden loud voices outside the entrance and the proprietor winced. '


Uninvited guests. A moment whilst I send them on their way.' He headed off.


Hellian finally released her grip on the ex-priest and slumped down in the chair opposite. 'Don't try nothing,' she said in a growl. 'I ain't in the mood.'


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