«Now, ain't that odd?» Fiddler remarked. «Throne, inverted. You owe us all ten gold each-a year's pay for all of us, hell of a coincidence.»
Hedge snorted loudly. «Also happens to be the Empire Guilt Coin paid to our kin once we're confirmed dead. Thanks a lot, Fid.»
«Take the coin and shut up,» Fiddler snapped. «We ain't dead yet.»
«I'm still holding a card,» Mallet said.
Fiddler rolled his eyes. «So let's see the damn thing, then.»
The healer set the card down.
«Orb.» Fiddler laughed. «True sight and judgement closes this game, wouldn't you know it?»
Lorn sensed a presence at her back. She turned slowly to find a bearded man behind her. His flat grey eyes held hers. «I'm Whiskeylack,» he said softly. «Good morning, Adjunct, and welcome to Darujhistan.»
He found a nearby chair and pulled it to the table, sitting down beside Hedge. «You'll want a report, right? Well, we're still trying to contact the Assassin's Guild. All the mining's done, ready for the order. One squad member lost thus far. In other words, we've been damn lucky. There are Tiste And? in the city, hunting us.»
«Who have you lost, Sergeant?» Lorn asked.
«The recruit. Sorry was her name.»
«Dead?»
«Been missing for a few days now.»
Lorn clenched her teeth to bite back a curse. «So you don't know if she's dead?»
«No. Is there a problem, Adjunct? She was just a recruit. Even if she'd been nabbed by the guard, there's scant little she could tell them. Besides, we've heard no such news. More likely some thugs scrubbed her in some back alley-we've been scurrying down a lot of rat-holes trying to find these local assassins.» He shrugged. «It's a risk you live with, that's all.»
«Sorry was a spy,» Lorn explained. «A very good one, Sergeant. You can be certain that no thug killed her. No, she's not dead. She's hiding, because she knew I'd come looking for her. I've been on her trail for three years. I want her.»
«If we'd had a hint of all this,» Whiskeyjack said tightly, «it could've been arranged, Adjunct. But you kept it to yourself, and that makes you on your own now.» His eyes hardened on her. «Whether we contact the Guild or not, we detonate the mines before tomorrow's dawn, and then we're out of here.»
Lorn drew herself up. «I am Adjunct to the Empress, Sergeant. As of now this mission is under my direction. You will take orders from me. All this independent crap is over, understand?» For a moment she almost thought she saw a flash of triumph in the man's eyes. A second look revealed it to be no more than the expected anger.
«Understood, Adjunct,» Whiskeyjack replied curtly. «What are your orders?»
«I am serious in this, Sergeant,» she warned. «And I don't care how angry this makes you. Now, I suggest we retire to more private surroundings.» She rose. «Your men can remain here.»
Whiskeyjack stood. «Of course, Adjunct. We have the back room. If you will follow me.»
Lorn reached down to the bed's top blanket. «There is blood here, Sergeant.» She turned to regard the man as he closed the door.
He faced her. «One of my men had a brush with a Tiste And? assassin-mage. He'll recover.»
«Highly unlikely, Sergeant. The Tiste And? are all with Caladan Brood in the north.» Her eyes widened in disbelief. «You don't mean to suggest that the Lord of Moon's Spawn himself has left his fortress? To do what? Hunt down Malazan spies? Don't be absurd.»
Whiskeyjack scowled. «Corporal Kalam and my squad mage had a rooftop engagement with at least half a dozen Tiste And?. That my men survived makes it highly unlikely that the Moon's lord was anywhere in the vicinity, doesn't it, Adjunct? Put it together. The Moon stations itself just south of the city. Its lord strikes an alliance with Darujhistan's rulers, and their first task is to wipe out the local Assassins» Guild. Why? To prevent people like us from contacting them and offering a contract. And, so far, it's worked.»
Lorn thought for a time, then she said, «So if the Guild cannot be contacted, why not do the assassinations yourselves? Your Corporal Kalam ranked among the best in the Claw before his: his falling out. Why not take out the city's rulers?»
The man folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the wall beside the door. «We've been considering that, Adjunct. And we're a step ahead of you. Right now, one of my men is negotiating for us to work as private strong-arms for a highbrow F?te this evening. Everybody who's anybody is supposed to attend-Council members, High Mages, the works. My saboteurs have enough left-over munitions to make it a party this city will have a hard time forgetting.»
Lorn struggled against a growing sense of frustration. As much as she'd intended to take command of things, it seemed that this Whiskeyjack had been doing just fine up until now, given the circumstances. She suspected she could not have done things any better, though she still doubted the story about the Tiste And?. «Why on earth,» she asked finally, «would an estate hire a bunch of strangers as guards?»
«Oh, there'll be city soldiers there as well. But none of them is a Barghast.» Whiskeyjack smiled cynically. «Titillation factor, Adjunct. It's what makes the nobility drool. Look there, a big tattooed barbarian glowering down at them. Exciting, yes?» He shrugged. «It's a risk, but one worth taking. Unless, of course, you have a better idea, Adjunct?»
She heard the challenge in his tone. Had she thought about it, she would have realized long before now that her title and power would not intimidate this man. He'd stood at Dassem Ultor's side, arguing tactics with the Sword of the Empire in the midst of battle. And it seemed that demotion to sergeant had failed to break this man-that much she'd gathered from the Bridgeburners» reputation at Pale. He would not hesitate to challenge her every command if he found reason to do so.
«Your plan is sound,» she said. «Tell me the name of this estate.»
«Some woman named Lady Sinital. I don't know the family name, but everybody seems to know her. Said to be a real looker, with influence in the Council.»
«Very well,» Lorn said, adjusting her cloak. «I'll return in two hours, Sergeant. There are other matters I must attend to. Be certain that all is ready-detonation procedures included. If you don't get hired, we'll have to find another way of being at that f?te.» She strode to the door.
«Adjunct?»
She turned.
Whiskeyjack walked to the back wall and pulled aside a tattered hanging. «This tunnel emerges into another house. From it you can enter the Daru District.»
«Unnecessary.» Lorn was irritated by his condescending tone.
As soon as she was gone Quick Ben scrambled from the tunnel.
«Dammit Sergeant» he muttered. «You almost had her walking in on me!»
«No chance,» Whiskeyjack observed. «In fact, I made certain she wouldn't use it. Anything from Kalam?»
Quick Ben paced the small room. «Not yet. But he's about to run out of patience.» He turned to the sergeant. «So? Do you think she was fooled?»
«Fooled?» Whiskeyjack laughed. «She was reeling.»
«Paran said she was going to drop something off,» Quick Ben said.
«Did she?»
«Not yet.»
«It's getting tight, Sergeant. Damn tight.»
The other door opened and Trotts entered, his filed teeth exposed in something between a smile and a grimace.
«Success?» Whiskeyjack asked.
Trotts nodded.
As the afternoon waned Crokus and Apsalar waited atop the tower's platform. Every now and then they peered over the edge to watch the festivities. There was a taste of mania among the crowds below, as if they danced on the rim of desperation. In spite of the season's rejoicing, the shadow of the Malazan Empire hung over all. Indeed, with Moon's Spawn immediately to the south, Darujhistan's place between the two forces was obvious to everyone.