‘What happened?’
‘Well, quite a lot, actually. But the climax of the story tells how Jahon faced the lord of all the demons, Pavall, in a duel they fought across the sky. Jahon was getting the worst of it, because Pavall was a night demon who could conceal himself in shadow and strike out of the darkness. So Jahon used his sword, which was made of ice incidentally, to pierce holes in the black veil that shrouded the world. The holes let in the great light from outside, exposing Pavall, and Jahon slew him. Jahon left the holes so that no other demons would ever be able to hide in darkness.’
‘It’s a charming story. A bit…martial.’
‘Yes, it’s typically Qalochian. These days, at those rare times when Qalochians meet, it tends to be told ironically.’
‘How do you mean?’
‘Well, the way things have worked out, we say that Pavall must have won after all.’
‘Oh. Gallows humour.’
‘Don’t knock it. What is it they say? Better to laugh lest you cry.’
‘That isn’t restricted to Qalochians, Reeth. Though there’s been precious little to laugh about lately. But let’s not get into the whole Kinsel thing again. Thinking about it’s too depressing.’
‘You looked a bit downcast when we came away from the hill. Was it something Tanalvah said?’
‘Yes, but it wasn’t about Kinsel. She mentioned Eithne.’
‘I thought that was a subject you didn’t like talking about.’
‘There are times when it’s a taboo with me,’ she admitted. ‘But they tend to be triggered by something I wasn’t expecting, like when I was in the temple. Generally I can live with it, though I can never make promises about the future. I was doing a pretty good job of not thinking about Eithne until Tan brought it up.’
‘There is one thing I’ll confess to being curious about,’ he ventured carefully. ‘It’s not really about your daughter, but-’
‘Spit it out. If it’s too close to the heart I’ll tell you.’
‘Eithne’s father.’
‘Ah. A flesh wound rather than a direct hit.’
‘You can tell me to mind my own business.’
‘It’s all right. There’s not much to say about him, actually. He was like me. Well, he was in some ways; mostly he wasn’t. I mean we were alike in being professional fighters. Only with
him it was the army. He was really ambitious and rose fast. Fought in a number of campaigns and gave a good account of himself. Then the fool went and got himself knifed in a brawl in a tavern. No, it didn’t kill him. He ran off with the healer who nursed him through it. She was older than me, too, a bit. Eithne was five or six when it happened. He didn’t want to be tied down with a child, you see. At least, that’s what he said.’
‘I’m sorry.’
‘No need. I was too young, and we wanted different things. It didn’t take me long to realise I was better off without him. Though I’ve often wondered whether it would have gone better for Eithne if she’d had a father around.’
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have got you talking about this. It must be painful.’
‘No, not at all. Talking can help, in fact. That’s something I’ve taken a long time to understand.’ She brightened. ‘Let’s make a pact. From now on, either of us can ask the other about anything. And if it’s something we don’t want to talk about, we just say. That way we can stop tip-toeing.’
‘All right.’
‘Good. Now, about the gold consignment.’
‘I walked into that, didn’t I?’
‘It’s the best service you can give to the Resistance right now, Reeth. Besides, it occurs to me you might be better off out of Bhealfa for a while.’
‘Why?’
‘Don’t look at me like that. I know you can take care of yourself, but a couple of things have been bothering me. First, do you remember finding your file when we torched the records office? With all the pages torn out? I’ve seen how bureaucracies work, when I was with the CIS, and I’m telling you that kind of thing doesn’t happen without authority. Somebody very powerful has an interest in you, and they didn’t want anybody seeing the contents of that file, least of all you.’
‘I have to admit that has been puzzling me. What else?’
‘The meld. She might or might not be connected to it, but if there’s even a slim chance she is, it starts looking as though you’re attracting some unhealthy attention.’
‘It wouldn’t be the first time. I’m officially an outlaw, you know; I’d expect there to be records on me.’
‘I bet if we’d gone through every file in that place, yours would have been the only damaged one. It
means
something, Reeth. Though I’m damned if I can think what.’
‘I don’t know that it adds up to a need for me to leave the country.’ He held up his hands. ‘All right, all right. It’s true I’ll probably go anyway-’
‘Great!’
‘-but I’m not a man to run, Serrah. Not for anything.’
‘I know
that
. It’s one of your more endearing qualities.’
‘Thanks.’
‘Don’t get smug about it. You have less endearing ones, too.’
They smiled at each other.
A trapdoor in the roof lifted and a head appeared.
‘Quinn?’ she said.
Disgleirio climbed out. ‘There’s news.’
‘About Kinsel?’
He nodded. ‘They’re going to put him on trial, and soon.’
‘That’s something, I suppose,’ Caldason argued.
‘Not really. He’s to be allowed no defence witnesses and no one to speak for his character, and the whole thing’s going to be in private with a single judge presiding.’
‘A show trial,’ Serrah murmured. ‘A veneer of justice with the verdict decided before they start.’
Disgleirio shrugged. ‘What else did you expect? There’s another piece of news, and I think it should interest you especially, Serrah.’
‘Tell me.’
‘We know who the VIP from Gath Tampoor is. It’s your old boss at the CIS. Commissioner Laffon himself.’
The blood drained out of her face and it took a moment for her to say anything. Then she whispered, ‘I think any chance Kinsel might have had just died.’
17
‘We’re not likely to find out anything by hiding here.’
‘Give it a chance, Reeth, it’s been barely an hour.’
‘I don’t know what you expect to achieve. The Resistance have plenty of people watching the place already.’
‘Like I said, when I heard Laffon was here I just had to do something.’
‘You don’t believe he’d walk out of there unaccompanied, do you?’
‘If he did he’d be dead before he got ten paces,’ Serrah vowed.
‘All right, we’ll stay a little longer. But I don’t know how safe this place is. Paladins are bastards but they’re not stupid; they’re bound to check buildings this close to their HQ. Disgleirio’s men have already had a couple of narrow squeaks.’
‘If it looks like getting awkward we’ll be out of here. Promise. Now keep your eyes open.’
The empty house they’d broken into was opposite the immense walls of the paladin’s bastion, and almost faced its main gates. Serrah and Reeth had arrived not long after dawn, and now the streets were starting to fill with people.
‘What
do
you think’s going to happen, Serrah?’
‘Nothing, probably. But don’t you ever feel you have to act rather than sit around waiting? Look, you go. I’ll stay here a while and-’
‘No, you’re right. We might as well be here as anywhere else. But don’t build your hopes up.’
Another hour passed. There were comings and goings across the road but they all seemed routine. Then a closed coach was let out.
‘For all we know, that could be him,’ Reeth said, ‘and we can hardly go over and demand to look inside.’