Hawk (Vlad) (21 page)

“Who
are
you?” I said.

“Rest well, Lord Taltos,” he said, saying my name as if it were vaguely distasteful. I watched him as he shuffled his way down the hall.

“Boss?”

“I have no idea. What was up with Rocza?”

“I don’t know. It isn’t something she can communicate about.”

“What can you get? It may be important.”

“Just that she felt like something hit her.”

“Physically?”

“No.”

I went into the room. Last time I stayed there, I was dead; or rather, had been recently. I looked around. The water pitcher was a blue and white mosaic, and the jhereg in the painting was still holding its own against the dzur. I have to assume I got undressed and climbed into the bed, but I don’t remember anything about it.

I woke up and the bed was soft and warm. Very soft, very warm. I didn’t know what time it was. I didn’t care. With a happy sigh, I went back to sleep.

The second time I woke up I felt just as good—you need to go for years sleeping on the ground, or in flophouses, or on a pile of bedding in the back of someone’s office, to appreciate just how good a bed can feel. If I’d stayed there another five minutes, I might have stayed there forever, so I got up.

The triumph of willpower: let none say I am weak.

Sometime during the night, someone had crept in and filled the basin with water, and put an enchantment on it to keep it hot. And brought a chamber pot. There was also soap—a very unusual, soft, pleasant soap—and a towel. Life was as close to perfect as I could imagine it being just then.

“It was Tukko.”

“What?”

“Who came in with the water and the soap.”

“I’d have been happier not knowing he was in my room while I was asleep.”

“Sorry, Boss.”

I got dressed, and spent some time making sure various knives, darts, and shuriken were where they were supposed to be, by which time Loiosh had breakfast on his mind. So did I, for that matter.

I opened the door, and there was a note pinned to the wall just opposite it.
Vlad,
it read,
there’s breakfast set out in the small dining room. Sethra. P.S. Turn left, then take the first right, and it’s the first door on the right. S.

I did those things, and found bread, cheese, a bowl of apples, and a pitcher of iced sweetened coffee. I sat at the small table and had breakfast, feeding cheese to the jhereg from time to time. I wondered how I was going to get back to Adrilankha, but I didn’t worry about it a great deal; Sethra would have arranged something.

As I was considering that, Morrolan walked in and tossed me a bundle of cloth. I opened it up and looked at it. There was a glass bulb wrapped up in it.

*   *   *

Some things just naturally lend themselves to sorcery. There’s stuff I don’t know—there is a
lot
I don’t know—but if you want to make a lot of smoke, that’s pretty easy. Start a fire, get it smoking, direct it into whatever object you want to use to store it, and seal it.

It gets harder if you want the smoke to expand a certain amount, then stay there in spite of any breezes. I have no idea how to do that, but I’m told it isn’t difficult.

It certainly wasn’t difficult for Morrolan.

*   *   *

“That was fast,” I said.

He nodded.

“Can you show me how the cloak works?”

He did, and I got it, and that’s about all the time I’m going to spend on it, because, in the event, I might as well not have bothered. I’m including it, because it may matter to you that Morrolan procured it—it matters to me—but I never actually used it.

“Were you up all night?”

“No, my tailor was.”

“And it’s even Jhereg gray.”

He smiled. “Seemed appropriate.”

“I owe you,” I said.

“You say that as if this is the first or only time.”

“Bite me.”

“Would you care to return to Adrilankha?”

“The windows?”

He nodded.

“Yes, please. Unless you want some breakfast first.”

“No thanks. I’ve vowed that food shall not pass my lips until this matter is ended.”

“What?”

“I said I’ve already eaten.”

“Okay.”

A necromantic gate outlined in sparkling gold appeared before us. Morrolan vanished into it, and, a few seconds later, so did I.

We didn’t hang around his tower. He indicated the window that showed my temporary quarters in Kragar’s office and said, “I’ll be in touch, Vlad.”

I nodded and stepped through, and this time there were no surprises. I prefer it that way.

I went out and looked for Deragar, but he wasn’t in yet. There was someone sitting at the desk I still thought of, a little sadly, as Melestav’s. I asked the guy at the desk how Kragar was, and he grunted something generally positive-sounding. There was no klava, but someone had brought in a steam-jug of coffee, and there was honey for it. I drank some and missed my klava.

I had another glass in spite of everything, and while I was drinking it Deragar came in. I led him into the little storage room I was using, and we pulled out a couple of chairs.

“You made it back, I see.”

“That time.” He passed me back my signet ring.

I nodded. “Figure anything out?”

“About what?”

I looked at him.

“Yeah,” he said. “The key is a guy named Chesha.”

“He’s handling Terion’s security?”

Deragar nodded. “He could set him up if he wanted to.”

“Any reason to think he wants to?”

“Maybe. I know a guy who knows a tag who thinks Chesha might be wanting to make a move of some kind someday.”

“Would you mind being a little more vague?”

“Sure. I might know a guy—”

“Shut up.”

He smiled; I guess my impression that he had no sense of humor was wrong. I had mixed feelings about this. He said, “Did you learn wisecracking from the boss, or did he learn from you?”

“We both learned from an ancient Serioli master. Anything else? Any other weak spots?”

“Not that I saw.”

“Well, okay. See if Chesha is willing to meet with me. Try to convince him.”

“Do you have a preferred method?”

“Use your powers of persuasion.”

“If I do that, he won’t be in any condition to help us.”

“Not those powers of persuasion.”

“They’re the only ones I have.”

“Tell him someone wants to meet with him, discreetly. Tell him it may be to his advantage, and that we’ll make sure it’s safe.”

“Safe for him?”

“Safe for us both.”

He frowned. “That’s hard to do.”

“I know.”

“Got any ideas for it?”

I shrugged, thought about it. “He picks the place, you pick the set-up, he decides on the amount of protection, you pick where they are.”

He nodded. “Yeah, he might go for that.”

“If not, we’re up for any reasonable alternative.”

“Reasonable alternative,” he repeated, as if the words tasted funny. “Where did an Easterner learn to talk so good?”

“I have a lot of smart friends. They made me read books.”

“What do I tell him about why you want to meet?”

“You don’t tell him it’s me; you tell him it’s your principal.”

“My principal.”

“Yeah.”

“And when he asks who that is?”

“Be mysterious.”

“And when he asks what it’s about?”

“Be even more mysterious.”

“And if he insists on knowing?”

“Give him an evasive answer. And twenty gold.”

Deragar whistled.

“The mystery should intrigue him. And the gold will help. If the gold turns out to be unnecessary you can keep it.”

“And if it is necessary?”

“We’ll work something out.”

“All right. Do you need any lead time?”

“No. If he wants to meet in an hour, I can do that. But it needs to be in the next day or two. I’m kind of on a deadline.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Good enough.”

“Smart friends, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Books.”

“Yeah.”

“Got it.”

He left the room, closing the door softly behind him. I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned my head back, opened them again and exhaled slowly.

Then I waited.

I bantered with Loiosh a little, let him and Rocza out for a late-morning fly, let them back in, waited.

A couple of hours had gone by when Deragar came back. “You know,” he said, “if you didn’t have all that stuff blocking psychic contact, my feet wouldn’t hurt so much.”

“I’ll calculate that into your bonus.”

“Good answer.”

“What did you find out?”

“He’ll meet with you.”

“Good answer. When?”

He paused, presumably to check the time. “An hour and twenty-three minutes.”

“What are the arrangements?”

“Three each. One outside, two inside at a table just outside of the private room. Same table for all four, so we can have a good stare-down. We’re doing a little dance to make sure everyone follows the rules.”

“Outside the room. He must be confident he can handle himself.”

“Well,” said Deragar. “He can.”

“I know. Where is it happening?”

“A place called the Frozen Globe, just north of the docks.”

“I know the area. All right, good.”

“Should I find some people?”

“Yeah.”

“How many?”

“You and two others. We’re playing this straight.”

“Think he will?”

“No idea.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“We’ll improvise.”

“Improvise.”

“Yeah.”

“Books.”

“Yeah.”

“All right.”

“What about us, Boss?”

“What about you? You’re why I can risk playing it straight.”

“No, where do you want us?”

“Rocza outside, you with me until the meeting starts.”

“Then?”

“You wait outside the door.”

“Boss—all right.”

Deragar collected a couple of toughs and gave them a meeting place not far from where the secret passage let out. I went through the tunnel, met up with them, and we walked down the street, a little parade of Jhereg, looking all, you know, tough and like that. In that area, we didn’t call much attention to ourselves.

“Boss?”

“Yeah.”

It was about a half-hour walk, so we got there early. It was a nice-looking place—I’d have guessed wheelhouse Orca or higher. Deragar waited with me while his people went in and looked around. They came back out, nodded, and we entered; one of them remaining outside.

Eventually a couple of Jhereg walked in, looked around, saw us, nodded, walked out again. Apparently, he’d sent his people in early. There’s so little trust in this world.

I sat down at a table with Deragar and the other guy, whose named turned out to be Nesci. He didn’t say much. Neither did Deragar or I, for that matter. I bought us a bottle of wine, but didn’t drink much more than half a cup of it.

After a while, I saw Deragar’s eyes narrow a little. He was watching the door. He said, “They’re here,” at the same time Loiosh said it into my mind. I resisted the temptation to turn around. Loiosh said,
“He’s talking to the hostess now.”

“All right.”

“She’s going down the hall, now she’s unlocking a door. He’s going in.”

I stood up, turned around, and followed him into the room. There was a table there of dark wood that had been polished until it gleamed. The hostess lit a fire, though it wasn’t all that chilly. The Jhereg glanced at Loiosh, and shook his head.

“Boss.”

“Go.”

He flew out of the room. Then the hostess left, leaving me alone with the Jhereg seated across the table. He looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. There was only about four feet between us—he really did think highly of himself.

“Lord Chesha?”

“You’re Taltos, aren’t you?” He pronounced it Tahltoss, and I somehow didn’t think he’d much care that he was saying it wrong. From the sound of his voice, he wasn’t all that pleased to discover I was the one he’d come to meet. I tried not to be hurt.

“Yeah,” I said. “I want to talk to you about—”

“Can you come up with any reason I shouldn’t kill you?”

“Well, at least one. You don’t have a Morganti blade on you, and without that, you won’t get paid.”

“You sure I don’t have a Morganti blade on me?”

“Well, most people don’t, you know, just carry them around as a matter of course.”

“You do.”

“Yeah, but I’m special.”

“What did you want, then?”

“I want you to leave Terion open for me.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he said.

“Well,” I said, “let’s talk about it.”

“There’s nothing to—”

“Oh, nonsense. There’s always something to talk about.”

“I don’t talk with—”

“Don’t say it. You’ll just piss me off. I assume you don’t care about gold, or you’d have listened sooner. I assume you aren’t personally loyal to him, because no one is. That leaves me wondering just what it is.”

“Maybe you should just walk away, right now.”

“Or? Do you really want to throw away an opportunity before you even know what it is? Of course, I’m worth a lot of gold, but to collect it, you’d need a Morganti weapon, and we’ve already established that you don’t—”

He reached into his cloak, and, very slowly, removed a long, slim dagger. I knew it was Morganti before it was in sight.

“Boss?”

“I got this.”

“Of course,” I said aloud, speaking to both of them at once, “I might be wrong.”

He didn’t lunge, he didn’t even point it at me; he just held it and said, “Get out of here.”

“Or what?” I said. “Or you’ll use that? Here and now?” With my left hand, hardly moving, I pulled Lady Teldra about an inch from her sheath. “Because if you want to do it now,” I said, “I’m fine with that. Let’s get it over with, this terrible thing you’re going to do to me.”