The door flew open.
Takan looked up at her and stopped. She didn’t see his expression, however. Her attention had been caught by the scene beyond.
Akkarin stood over a man dressed in simple clothing. His hand was wrapped about the man’s throat, and blood trickled through his fingers. In his other hand was a jewelled knife—a knife that was horribly familiar. As she watched, the stranger’s eyes glazed over and he slumped to the floor.
Then Takan cleared his throat, and Akkarin’s head snapped up.
Their gaze locked—like in her nightmares in which she relived the night when she had witnessed him in this room, only he saw her watching and she couldn’t move... then woke up with her heart racing.
But this time she wouldn’t wake up. This was real.
“Sonea.” He spoke her name with unconcealed annoyance. “Come here.”
She shook her head, backed away, and felt the sting of magic as her shoulder encountered a barrier. Takan sighed and retreated into the room. Feeling the barrier press against her back, Sonea realized it was going to push her down the stairs. She pushed aside panic with an effort, straightened her shoulders and forced her legs to carry her into his domain.
As she stepped through the doorway the door closed behind her with a solid finality. She looked down at the dead man and shuddered at his empty, staring eyes. Akkarin followed her gaze.
“This man is—was—an assassin. He was sent to kill me.”
So he says. She looked at Takan.
“It is true,” the servant said. He gestured. “Do you think the m— High Lord would mess up his own rooms?”
Looking around, she realized that the walls were scorched and one of the bookcases was a shambles of broken wood and scattered books. She had sensed and heard enough from the guestroom to suspect there had been some kind of magical battle going on below her.
So the dead man must have been a magician. She looked at him again. He was not Kyralian, or of any of the races belonging to the Allied Lands. He looked like... she turned to stare at Takan. The same broad face and gold-brown skin...
“Yes,” Akkarin said. “He and Takan are of the same people. Sachakan.”
That explained how the man could have magic, but not be of the Guild. So there were still magicians in Sachaka... but if this man was an assassin, why did he—or his employer—want Akkarin dead?
Why indeed? she mused.
“Why did you kill him?” she asked. “Why not hand him over to the Guild?”
Akkarin’s smile was humorless. “Because, as you’ve no doubt guessed, he and his kind know much about me that I’d rather the Guild did not.”
“So you killed him. With... with...”
“With what the Guild calls black magic. Yes.” He took a step toward her, then another, his eyes level and unwavering. “I have never killed anyone who did not mean me harm, Sonea.”
She looked away. Was that supposed to reassure her, when he knew she would expose his secret if she could? That would certainly do him harm.
“He would be satisfied, indeed, if he knew the harm he has done by coming here and causing you to see what you have seen,” Akkarin said softly. “You must be wondering who these people are, who want me dead, and what their reasons are. I can tell you only this: the Sachakans still hate the Guild, but they also fear us. From time to time they send one of these, to test me. Do you really think it unreasonable of me to defend myself?”
She looked up at him, wondering why he was telling her this. Did he really expect her to believe anything he said? Surely, if the Sachakans were a danger, the rest of the Guild would know. Not just the High Lord. No, he practiced evil magic to strengthen himself and this was only a lie to ensure her silence.
His gaze moved over her face, then he nodded to himself.
“It does not matter if you believe me or not, Sonea.” He narrowed his eyes at the door, which swung open with a faint creak. “Only remember that, if you speak a word of this, you will bring about the destruction of everything you hold dear.”
She sidestepped to the door. “I know,” she said bitterly. “You don’t have to remind me.”
Reaching the doorway, she hurried up the stairs. As she reached the door to the guestroom, a voice drifted up from the room below.
“At least the murders will stop.”
“For now,” Akkarin replied. “Until the next one comes.”
Twisting the handle, Sonea stumbled into the guestroom. She stopped, breathing heavily as relief swept over her. She had faced the nightmare and survived. But she knew she would not sleep easily now. She had seen him kill, and that was not something she would ever forget.
Lord Dannyl’s Guide to Slum Slang
blood money—payment for assassination
boot—refuse/refusal (don’t boot us)
capper—man who frequents brothels
clicked—occurred
client—person who has an obligation or agreement with a Thief
counter—whore
done—murdered
dull—persuade to keep silent
dunghead—fool
dwells—term used to describe slum dwellers
eye—keep watch
fired—angry (got fired about it)
fish—propose/ask/look for (also someone fleeing the Guard)
gauntlet—guard who is bribeable or in the control of a Thief
goldmine—man who prefers boys
good go—a reasonable try
got—caught
grandmother—pimp
gutter—dealer in stolen goods
hai—a call for attention or expression of surprise or inquiry
heavies—important people
kin—a Thief’s closest and most trusted
knife—assassin/hired killer
messenger—thug who delivers or carries out a threat
mind—hide (minds his business/I’ll mind that for you)
mug—mouth (as in vessel for bol)
out for—looking for
pick—recognize/understand
punt—smuggler
right-sided—trustworthy/heart in the right place
rope—freedom
rub—trouble (got into some rub over it)
shine—attraction (got a shine for him)
show—introduce
space—allowances/permission
squimp—someone who double-crosses the Thieves
style—manner of performing business
tag—recognize (also means a spy, usually undercover)
thief—leader of a criminal group
watcher—posted to observe something or someone
wild—difficult
visitor—burglar
Glossary
Animals
aga moths—pests that eat clothing
anyi—sea mammals with short spines
ceryni—small rodent
enka—horned domestic animal, bred for meat
eyoma—sea leeches
faren—general term for arachnids
gorin—large domestic animal used for food and to haul boats and wagons
harrel—small domestic animal bred for meat
limek—wild predatory dog
mullook—wild nocturnal bird