The Bonehunters
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'It's the imperial fleet,' Banaschar said. 'Bad timing, given all the Wickans in those ships, and the other foreigners with them, too, I imagine.'
'You ain't drinking much, Banaschar. You sick or something?'
'Worse than that,' he replied. 'I have reached a decision. Autumn has arrived. You can feel it in the wind. The worms are swarming to shore.
It's D'rek's season. Tonight, I talk with the Imperial High Mage.'
The Master Sergeant scowled across at him. 'Thought you said trying that would get you dead quick. Unless, of course, that's what you want.'
'I plan on losing my follower in the crowd,' Banaschar said in a low voice, leaning over the table. 'I'll take the waterfront way, at least to the bridge. I hear there's City Watch there, pushing the brainless dolts back from the jetties – gods, how stupid can people be? That's an army out on those ships!'
'Like I said, someone's poking. Be nice to meet that someone. So's I can put my fist into his face and watch it come out the back of his head. Messy way to go, but fast, which is more than the bastard deserves.'
'What are you going on about?' Banaschar asked.
'Never mind.'
'Well,' the ex-priest said with more bravado in his voice than he in truth felt, 'it's now or never. Come tomorrow night I'll buy you a pitcher of Malaz Dark-'
'That reminds me – you always seem to find enough coin – how is that?'
'Temple coffers, Braven Tooth.'
'You stole from the D'rek Temple here?'
'Here? That's good. Yes, here, and all the others I visited, too. Got it all squirrelled away, where no-one but me can get to it. Problem is, I feel guilty every time I pinch from it. I never take much – no point in inviting a mugging, after all. But that's just the excuse I use. Like I said, it's guilt.'
'So, if you get yourself killed tonight…'
Banaschar grinned and flung up his hands. 'Phoof! All of it. Gone. For ever.'
'Nice trick, that.'
'You want I should leave it to you?'
'Hood no! What would I do with chests of coin?'
'Chests? Dear Master Sergeant, more like roomfuls. In any case, I'll see you tomorrow… or not. And if not, then, well met, Braven Tooth.'
'Forget that. Tomorrow, like you said.'
Nodding, Banaschar backed away, then began threading his way towards the front door.
****
Alone at the table now, Braven Tooth slowly raised his tankard for a drink, his eyes almost closed – and to anyone more than a pace or two away they would have seemed closed indeed – and so the figure who hastily rose, slipping like an adder into Banaschar's wake, noticed nothing of the Master Sergeant's fixed attention, the small eyes tracking for a moment, before Braven Tooth finished the ale in three quick swallows. Then the huge, hairy man climbed gustily to his feet, weaving slightly, one hand reaching to the table for balance.
He staggered over to Mudslinger and Gentur, both of whom looked up in guilt and fear – as if they'd been discussing bad things. Braven Tooth leaned between them. 'Listen, you fools,' he said under his breath.
'We're just waiting for Foreigner,' Mudslinger said, eyes wide. 'That' s all. We never-'
'Quiet. See that snake at the steps up front – quickly!'
'Just… gone,' Gentur observed, squinting. 'Snake, you said. I'd say more like a-'
'And you'd be right. And the target is none other than Banaschar. Now, are you two up for surprising a Claw tonight? Do this and I'll think nice thoughts about the both of you.'
The two men were already on their feet.
Gentur spat onto his hands and rubbed them together, 'I used to dream of nights like this,' he said. 'Let's go, Mudder. Before we lose 'im.'
'Heading towards the waterfront,' Braven Tooth said. 'Northering t'the Stairs, right?'
He watched the two soldiers hurry to the back door. Out they went, looking far too eager.
Mudslinger, he knew, was a lot tougher than he looked. Besides, he didn't think that Claw would be thinking about anyone on his own trail. And with the crowds… well, they shouldn't have too much trouble. Soldiers love killing assassins…
Someone threw a handful of knuckle dice at the back of the lowceilinged room.
And Braven Tooth suddenly shivered.
I must be getting soft.
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There were plenty of well-armed figures among the crowd gathering along the harbourfront, although, for the moment, those weapons remained beneath heavy cloaks, as these selected agents moved into designated positions. Faint nods passing between them, a few whispered words here and there.