A heavy hand slapped suddenly down on Jezals shoulder. I told you it would be sooner rather than later, my boy! Jezal slowly turned his head, a feeling of terrible dismay boiling up from his stomach, and there was the First of the Magi, grinning into his face from a distance of no more than a foot, very much present after all. It was no surprise, really, that the bald old meddler was involved in this. Strange and painful events seemed to follow in his wake like stray dogs barking behind the butchers wagon.
The peasants army, if we can call it such, is camped within four days slovenly march of the city, spread out across the country, seeking for forage. Varuz craned forward, poking at the table with a finger.
You will proceed immediately to intercept them. Our hopes hang on this, Colonel Luthar. Do you understand your orders?
Yes, sir, he whispered, trying and utterly failing to sound enthusiastic.
The two of us, back together? Bayaz chuckled. Theyd better run, eh, my boy?
Of course, murmured Jezal, miserably. He had had his own chance to escape, his chance to start a new life, and he had given it up in return for an extra star or two on his jacket. Too late he realised his awful blunder. Bayaz grip tightened round his shoulder, drew him to a fatherly distance, and did not feel like releasing him. There really was no way out.
Jezal stepped out of the door to his quarters in a great hurry, cursing as he dragged his box behind him. It really was an awful imposition that he had been obliged to carry his own luggage, but time was extremely pressing if he was to save the Union from the madness of its own people. He had given only the briefest consideration to the idea of sprinting for the docks and taking passage on the first ship to distant Suljuk, before angrily dismissing it. He had taken the promotion with his eyes open, and now he supposed he had no choice but to see it through. Better to do it, than to live with the fear of it, and so forth. He twisted his key in the lock, turned around, and recoiled with a girlish gasp of shock. There was someone in the shadows opposite his door, and the feeling of horror only worsened when he realised who it was.
The cripple Glokta stood against the wall, leaning heavily on his cane and grinning his repulsive, toothless grin. A word, Colonel Luthar.
If you are referring to this business with the peasants, it is well in hand. Jezal was unable to keep the sneer of disgust entirely off his face. You need not trouble yourself on that
I am not referring to that business.
Then what?
Ardee West.
The corridor seemed suddenly very empty, very quiet. The soldiers, the officers, the servants, all away in Angland. There were just the two of them, for all Jezal knew, in the entire barracks. I fail to see how that is any concern of
Her brother, our mutual friend Collem West, you do remember him? Worried-looking fellow, losing his hair. Bit of a temper. Jezal felt a guilty flush across his face. He remembered the man well enough, of course, and his temper in particular. He came to me shortly before departing for the war in Angland. He asked me to look to his sisters welfare while he was away, risking his life. I promised to do so. Glokta shuffled slightly closer and Jezals flesh crept. A responsibility which, I assure you, I take as seriously as any task the Arch Lector might choose to give me.
I see, croaked Jezal. That certainly explained the cripples presence at her house the other day, which had, until then, been causing him some confusion. He felt no easier in his mind, however. Considerably less, in fact.
I hardly think that Collem West would be best pleased with what has been transpiring these last few days, do you?
Jezal shifted guiltily from one foot to the other. I admit that I have visited her
Your visits, whispered the cripple, are not good for that girls reputation. We are left with three options. Firstly, and this is my personal favourite, you walk away, and you pretend you never met her, and you never see her again.
Unacceptable, Jezal found himself saying, his voice surprisingly brash.
Secondly, then, you marry the lady, and alls forgotten.
A course that Jezal was considering, but he was damned if hed be bullied into it by this twisted remnant of a man. And third? he enquired, with what he felt was fitting contempt.
Third? A particularly disgusting flurry of twitches crawled up the side of Gloktas wasted face. I dont think you want to know too much about number three. Let us only say that it will include a long night of passion with a furnace and a set of razors, and an even longer morning involving a sack, an anvil, and the bottom of the canal. You might find that one of the other two options suits you better.
Before he knew what he was doing Jezal had taken a step forward, forcing Glokta to rock back, wincing, against the wall. I do not have to explain myself to you! My visits are between me and the lady in question, but for your information, I long ago resolved to marry her, and am merely waiting for the right moment! Jezal stood there in the darkness, hardly able to believe what he had heard himself say. Damn his mouth, it still landed him in all manner of trouble.
Gloktas narrow left eye blinked. Ah, lucky her.
Jezal found himself moving forward again, almost butting the cripple in the face and crushing him helpless against the wall. Thats right! So you can shove your threats up your crippled arse!
Even squashed against the wall, Gloktas surprise only lasted an instant. Then he leered his toothless grin, his eyelid fluttering and a long tear running down his gaunt cheek. Why, Colonel Luthar, it is difficult for me to concentrate with you so very close. He stroked the front of Jezals uniform with the back of his hand. Especially given your unexpected interest in my arse. Jezal jerked back, mouth sour with disgust. It seems that Bayaz succeeded where Varuz failed, eh? He taught you where your spine is! My congratulations on your forthcoming wedding. But I think Ill keep my razors handy, just in case you dont follow through. Im so glad we had this chance to talk. And Glokta limped off towards the stairs, his cane tapping on the boards, his left boot scraping along behind.
As am I! shouted Jezal after him. But nothing could have been further from the truth.
Ghosts
Uffrith didnt look much like it used to. Of course, the last time Logen had seen the place had been years ago, at night, after the siege. Crowds of Bethods Carls wandering the streetsshouting, and singing, and drinking. Looking for folk to rob and rape, setting fire to anything that would hold a flame. Logen remembered lying in that room after hed beaten Threetrees, crying and gurgling at the pain all through him. He remembered scowling out the window and seeing the glow from the flames, listening to the screams over the town, wishing he was out there making mischief and wondering if hed ever stand up again.
It was different now, with the Union in charge, but it wasnt so very much more organised. The grey harbour was choked with ships too big for the wharves. Soldiers swarmed through the narrow streets, dropping gear all over. Carts and mules and horses, all loaded down and piled up, tried to shove a way through the press. Wounded limped on crutches down towards the docks, or were carried on stretchers through the spotting drizzle, bloody bandages stared at wide-eyed by the fresh-faced lads going the other way. Here and there, looking greatly puzzled at this mighty flood of strange people sweeping through their town, some Northerner was standing in a doorway. Women mostly, and children, and old men.
Logen walked fast up the sloping streets, pushing through the crowds with his head down and his hood up. He kept his fists bunched at his sides, so no one would see the stump of his missing finger. He kept the sword that Bayaz had given him wrapped up in a blanket on his back, under his pack, where it wouldnt make anyone nervous. All the same, his shoulders prickled every step of the way. He was waiting to hear someone shout, Its the Bloody-Nine! He was waiting for folk to start running, screaming, pelting him with rubbish, faces all stamped with horror.