1.36 In Which the Dark Lord Gets Cornered

1.36 In Which the Dark Lord Gets Cornered

Oh, it is sparking off, Gilder said with all the ghoulish relish of a young boy describing violence and chaos. Everybodys talking about how Lady Grays over a barrel now. This Healer shits got her combing the Gutters to find his ass, and with the Olumnach bandits still pressing in, shes losing her grip. Thats not great for all of us trying to live here, he added more soberly. Tough people whore used to being in charge get ugly when they feel cornered. Her bullyboys are mostly too busy to hassle people too much, but right now everybodys trying to stay out of their way even more than the usual.

Theyve started makingpoints, Benit said quietly. They caught one of the bandits and nailed him to a wall on the edge of town. Facing out at the countryside. To send the rest a message. I wouldnt wanna be the Healer when she catches him.

Shes gotta catch him first, I muttered. Whys Gray reacted so violently to this guy, do you think?Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

He blew up a highborn, Gilder said, as if incredulous that I even needed to ask. Thats the kinda shit that brings down the Clans. And if Clansguard start stomping through the Gutters, let alone Kingsguard, theyre gonna look for Lady Grays businesses to smash up first. They already dont like how she calls herself Lady. That only gets tolerated cos she stays outta the inner rings and doesnt mess with their business.

Hm. Whats the reaction been from the Clans?

He shrugged. Not a peep. So far, looks like its just the Gutters that cares about this.

Really? Id have thought that noble would try to get some kind of revenge.

Hes highborn, Benit said in her quiet voice, then immediately hunched in on herself when Gilder gave her an annoyed look at the interruption.

What do you mean, Benit? I asked, keeping my voice calm. Id found the girl both watchful and insightful, but she was definitely a shrinking violet. It took encouragement to get her to offer opinions. Generally speaking, Im not great with kids; my strongest memory from childhood was overall hating how condescending adults are when they talk to children, so Id done my best to put childhood behind me. Thus, the best thing I could think of was to not do that, and talk to them like I would anybody else. Except maybe a bit more polite. It seemed to be working okay.

Highborn care about their pride the way normal people care about their lives, Benit answered, encouraged. This guy had whorepox, he had to beg for help from a crazy street preacher, then he got burned and cried about it in front of a bunch of Gutter trash. Thats all stuff he wont want to admit. Hell try to keep his Clan from even finding out.

Hey, shes got a good point, Lord Seiji, Gilder chimed in. See, I told you Benit was smart!

He reached over to ruffle her hair, not noticing how that immediately erased the smile his words of praise had brought to her face.

Hm. So you think the repercussions will be limited to the Gutters?

Sounds like it! Gilder said cheerfully.

Maybe

Go on, Benit, I encouraged.

She drew in a breath before continuing. Way too many people saw that for it to stay secret. He probably thought they didnt matter cos they were all lowborn, but thats not how it works. Wordll get to the upper ring eventually, and then hell be embarrassed and want revenge.

Mm, Gilder mused. Yeahshes right again, Lord Seiji. Highborn do make mistakes like that. A smart onell plan for it from the beginning, but they aint all smart.

Some highborn are smart, Benit whispered. Scary smart. But only some. A lot of em are pretty stupid.

They dont get left to starve if they cant figure out a way to eat, not like normal people, Gilder added with a grin.

I glanced over at Aster, who as usual while in her bodyguard role in Gwyllthean was following my lead, watching quietly and not asserting herself into the conversation. It was good that she knew when to be professional, given the absolutely no end of sass and backtalk I got from her back at North Watch. But really, I didnt mind that so much. It was more comfortable than the silent tension of our first few days together. Now she was just watching me with a slight frown of thought.

This news had already caused me to mentally adjust my plans; I was suddenly on a more unforgiving timetable than Id been counting on. Time to move quickly to the next step. Still, there was always time for the necessary questions before I left the kids.

And howre you guys? I prompted. I dont see Radon today. Anything you need?

Dont worry, Lord Seiji, Radons fine, Gilder assured me, showing off a grin with specks of the meat-and-pepper skewer hed just devoured still in his teeth. Uncle Gentlys got him and some of the other little kids catching crawns today. We gotta eat.

That reminds me, I said, frowning critically at him. Why are you two so short and skinny? Crawns are everywhere in the Gutters, but you always act like youre starving when I buy you food.

Gilder and Benit exchanged a loaded look.

Were not supposed to eat outside the Nest, Lord Seiji, he admitted after a pause. We get a break when its with you, cos youre a contact and dealing with you is bringing in money for Uncle Gently. But, yeah, crawns gotta get cooked proper or you cant eat em, and Rats get in deep shit if were caught cooking our own away from home. Theres always tattletales looking for something to squeal to him about. Uncle Gently says were a family and families eat together.

Clear, but I dont think theres time

From my position behind the beaded curtain, I could see into the common room and thus had a perfect view of their entrance. It was a pretty good entrance, I had to admit. The door was hurled open hard enough to bang loudly against the wall outside, and they streamed in. They had, to my eye, gone out of their way to look like thugs. None had any artifacts or even faux-artifact style gear such as adventurers liked to wear, but all of them had on what was unmistakably leather armor, and had weapons bared. Swords, cudgels, a couple of crossbows, and one guy carrying a big two-handed battleaxe.

Immediately, everybody already in the common room came out of their seats, moving toward the rear. That was when the back door opened and five more thugs entered, pushing Minifrits usual bouncer ahead of them at sword point; he didnt look harmed, just furious. Perhaps warned by the sounds of heavy boots from behind the bead curtain, the patrons and girls out front shifted aside to crowd toward the walls and corners.

And a fine good evening to you all! called out the fellow in front, planting the butt of his axe on the floor and grinning broadly. Yeah, this guy had a flair for the dramatic. I respected that. Is the, heh, lady of the house available? We require a word.

Minifrit was already on her feet and brushing past me. She slipped through the beads and planted herself just inside the common room, adopting a subtly slouched stance that was both cocky and languid, omnipresent pipe dangling from her hand.

Good evening, gentlemen, the madam greeted them. Im afraid we dont service groups this size. Not, at least, without an appointment.

Well, now, thats just bad business, the lead thug chided, dragging his gaze up and down her body in a way that made my skin crawl, and I was pretty sure Id looked at women that way myself. And wow, wasnt that an interesting combination of emotions to suddenly experience. Minifrit, of course, did not react, and the leader snapped his fingers, holding up one hand over his shoulder. Maybe that explains why youre in this little predicament.

Oh? Am I in a predicament? she drawled. Surely you dont think youre the first gang of jumped-up layabouts Ive had to deal with. Or the most impressive.

Someone behind the leader put a heavy roll of paper in his hand, which caught my eye in its design. The Fflyr liked books; this was the first time Id seen an actual scroll that wasnt a magical object with a spell inscribed on it. Still grinning in a distinctly alarming way, he unrolled this and held it up, facing forward, so that Minifrit and those of us behind her could see the lines of neat text. They werent legible from this distance, but the very official-looking seals at the top and bottom were.

Shouldve paid your debts, little missy. By order of Clan Aelthwyn, this establishment is now seized and remanded to your creditor in lieu of payment.

Kastrin, no, Adelly hissed, seizing the younger girl before she could rush through the beads. That was probably wise, given the absolutely feral look on her face.

Minifrit actually laughed, a throaty sound heavily laced with bitterness. Her bouncer did push through the curtain, though less precipitously, coming to stand in silence behind her shoulder.

I gather the fact that I owe no debts to anyone is not a real consideration here, Minifrit sneered.

Oh, Id save your protests, if I were you, said Grays henchman, beaming and shuffling the scroll. There was another paper behind it, as it turned out, which he moved to the top and brandished at her. Given the amount of your outstanding debt versus the assessed value of this business, by further order of Clan Aelthwyn, one Armondeza Minifrit is hereby remanded to custody and a contract of indentured servitude at the sole discretion of her creditor until the balance is fully repaid by time worked.

You evil son of a bitch! Kastrin screeched, wrenching herself free and tearing out through the beads.

Kastrin! Minifrit barked, bringing her up short. The girl breathed heavily through her teeth, hands clenched into claws at her sides and staring at the wall of armed thugs with an expression I could only describe as bloodlust, but at the madams voice she stopped. Minifrit made a sharp gesture with her pipe, and Kastrin even retreated a step. I find it quite interesting that its you delivering this little practical joke, Cauth. Unless the law has changed very recently, orders from a magistrate are to be delivered by a duly appointed agent of the Archlord, or they are not valid.

Why, how very embarrassing, Cauth chuckled, rolling up the scrolls again. He held them up over his shoulder, and one of his cronies reached forward to retrieve them. I tell you what, Minny, sweets. Next time you find yourself with a break from your new job, and of course permission from your owner, you just toddle off to the guard barracks and complain about these little irregularities. Do let me know how that works out for you.

He took two steps forward, looking her up and down again. His eyes lingered on her chest for a stretch of seconds that could only have been deliberate before he raised them to smirk at her face again. Mm. Not bad at all, for an old lady. I might just buy out your contract myself.

I dont recall deciding to move, but there I was, pushing forward through the beads.

The thugs behind me held position at the back door; those in front collectively drew in a breath at my appearance and shuffled backward slightly. Not the leader, though. Cauth turned his stare on me directly, and to my surprise, his grin did not diminish. It took on a hard cast, though, looking more like he was trying to keep it in place rather than actually enjoying this.

Well, well! And there he is, the great and mysterious Healer. Patron saint of whores and losers, eh? Got something you wanna say, mister?

I slowly swept my gaze around the room, considering. Cauth held his position, his grip white-knuckled on the haft of his axe. His followers were less skilled at controlling their expressions. They were all afraid of me, I could see it plainly. Yet they held their ground, despite knowing what I could do to them.

They wanted me to attack. No, I realized, it was worse than that. Lady Gray had planned this such that anything I did would play into her hands. If I stood by and let them do this, Minifrit would lose her establishment and her freedom and my credibility with the denizens of Cat Alley would take a devastating hit. If I intervened Well, Id find out what shed prepared to deal with that. Easy as it was to bribe officials in this fucking country, those documents might well have legal weight, in which case thwarting their execution would make me an outlaw. Well, officially an outlaw, in my Healer persona. And that was just off the top of my head; Gray very likely had whole other layers of plans behind what I could see. Shed certainly done a fine job of maneuvering around me so far.

Well? Cauth taunted me, emboldened by my silence. Unless you got something you wanna get off your chest, Healer, youre just in the way here.

Minifrit gave me a look which said without the need for words, This is your fault. Whichyeah, it was.

Actually, I amended my assessment, anything I could do here that Lady Gray could anticipate would play into her hands. But she didnt know she was dealing with a Dark Lord. What could I break out to upend this situation? I scrabbled desperately inside my own head, coming up empty. There had to be something!

Boss, Biribo whispered right in my ear, I need you to trust me.

Oh, I wasnt going to like this, I already knew it.