There is no shame in that.
I do not think so. I have a family to feed, and it grows by the year. I strongly advise against too many children. Hah, That shouldnt be a problem. And then I keep dogs, and they must be fed also, and have great appetites. Wetterlant gave a long, wheezing sigh, and tossed the birds another pinch of bread. The higher you rise, Superior, the more dependents cry at you for scraps; that is a sad fact.
You carry a large responsibility, my Lord. Glokta grimaced at a spasm in his leg, and cautiously stretched it out until he felt his knee click. How large, might I ask?
I have my own vote, of course, and control the votes of three other chairs on the Open Council. Families tied to my own by bonds of land, of friendship, of marriage, and of long tradition. Such bonds may prove insubstantial in times such as these.
You are certain of those three?
Wetterlant turned his cold eyes on Glokta. I am no fool, Superior. I keep my dogs well chained. I am certain of them. As certain as we can be of anything, in these uncertain times. He tossed more crumbs into the grass and the ducks quacked, and pecked, and beat at each other with their wings.
Four votes in total, then. No mean share of the great pie.
Four votes in total.
Glokta cleared his throat, checked quickly that there was no one within earshot. A girl with a tragic face stared listlessly into the water just down the path. Two dishevelled officers of the Kings Own sat on a bench as far away on the other side, holding forth to each other loudly about who had been drunker the night before. Might the tragic girl be listening for Lord Brock? Might the two officers report to High Justice Marovia? I see agents everywhere, and it is just as well. There are agents everywhere. He lowered his voice to a whisper. His Eminence would be willing to offer fifteen thousand marks for each vote.
I see. Wetterlants hooded eyes did not so much as twitch. So little meat would scarcely satisfy my dogs. It would leave nothing for my own table. I should tell you that Lord Barezin, in a highly roundabout manner, already offered me eighteen thousand a vote, as well as an excellent stretch of land that borders my own estates. Deer hunting woods. Are you a hunting man, Superior?
I was. Glokta tapped his ruined leg. But not for some time.
Ah. My commiserations. I have always loved the sport. But then Lord Brock came to visit me. How charming for you both. He was good enough to make an offer of twenty thousand, and a very suitable match of his youngest daughter for my eldest son.
You accepted?
I told him it was too early to accept anything.
I am sure his Eminence could stretch to twenty-one, but that would have to be
High Justice Marovias man already offered me twenty-five.
Harlen Morrow? hissed Glokta through his remaining teeth.
Lord Wetterlant raised an eyebrow. I believe that was the name.
I regret that I can only match that offer at present. I will inform his Eminence of your position. His delight, I am sure, will know no bounds.
I look forward to hearing from you, Superior. Wetterlant turned back to his ducks and permitted them a few more crumbs, a vague smile hovering round his lips as he watched them tussle with each other.
Glokta hobbled painfully up to the ordinary house in the unexceptional street, something resembling a smile on his face. A moment free of the suffocating company of the great and the good. A moment in which I do not have to lie, or cheat, or watch for a knife in my back. Perhaps Ill even find a room that doesnt still stink of Harlen Morrow. That would be a refreshing
The door opened sharply even as he raised his fist to knock, and he was left staring into the grinning face of a man wearing the uniform of an officer in the Kings Own. It was so unexpected that Glokta did not recognise him at first. Then he felt a surge of dismay.
Why, Captain Luthar. What a surprise. And a thoroughly unpleasant one.
He was considerably changed. Where once he had been boyish and smooth, he had acquired a somewhat angular, even a weather-beaten look. Where once he had carried his chin with an arrogant lift, he now had an almost apologetic tilt to his face. He had grown a beard too, perhaps in an unsuccessful attempt to disguise a vicious-looking scar through his lip and down his jaw. Though it has far from rendered him ugly, alas.
Inquisitor Glokta er
Superior.
Really? Luthar blinked at him for a moment. Well in that case The easy smile reappeared, and Glokta was surprised to find himself being shaken warmly by the hand. Congratulations. I would love to chat but duty calls. I havent long in the city, you see. Off to the North, and so on.
Of course. Glokta frowned after him as he stepped jauntily off up the street, with just the one furtive glance over his shoulder as he rounded the corner. Leaving only the question of why he was here in the first place. Glokta hobbled through the open door and shut it quietly behind him. Although honestly, a young man leaving a young womans house in the early morning? One scarcely requires his Majestys Inquisition to solve that particular mystery. Did I not leave more than my share of residences in the early hours, after all? Pretending to hope that I wasnt observed, but really rather hoping that I was? He passed through the doorway into the living room. Or was that a different man?
Ardee West stood with her back to him, and he heard the sound of wine trickling into a glass. Did you forget something? she asked over her shoulder, voice soft and playful. Not a tone I often get to hear women use. Horror, disgust, and the slightest touch of pity are more common. There was a clinking as she put the bottle away. Or did you decide you really couldnt live without another She had a crooked smile on her face as she turned, but it slid off suddenly when she saw who was standing there.
Glokta snorted. Dont worry, I get that reaction from everyone. Even myself, every morning, when I look into the mirror. If I can even manage to stand up in front of the damn thing.
Its not like that, and you know it. I just wasnt expecting you to wander in.
Weve all had quite the shock this morning, then. Youll never guess who I passed in your hallway.
She froze for just a moment, then tossed her head dismissively and slurped wine from her glass. Arent you going to give me a clue?
Alright, I will. Glokta winced as he lowered himself into a chair, stretching his aching leg out in front of him. A young officer in the Kings Own, no doubt with a scintillating future ahead of him. Though we can all hope otherwise.
Ardee glared at him over the rim. There are so many officers in the Kings Own I can scarcely tell one from another.
Really? This one won last years Contest, I believe.
I hardly remember who was in the final. Every year is like the last, dont you find?
True. Since I competed its been straight downhill. But I thought you might remember this particular fellow. Looked as if someone might have hit him in the face since we last met. Quite hard, I would say. Though not half as hard as Id have liked.
Youre angry with me, she said, but without the appearance of the slightest concern.