'Who cares?' Amber asked, still lying on the bench with his eyes closed.
'It's just strange they left when it was still so hot.'
'It's cooling,' Keneg said unexpectedly.
'How can you tell?'
'The sounds outside. Folk are getting ready to start the day again. The farmers are probably bringing their produce to sell.'
The sound of footsteps in the doorway stopped their speculation. The major raised his head, and blinked hard.
A comical figure with sweat-plastered sandy hair and a rounded belly stood at the doorway peering into the gloom at them. His arms
were over-large, out of proportion with the rest of his body, hanging loose at his side. He wore the simple shirt and cropped breeches of a servant, looking out of place in this city of dust and sweat because they were scrupulously free from both – even if they did bear traces of his last meal. He wore nothing on his feet – then Mikiss realised the strange man's feet were completely different sizes and shapes – one would have been relatively normal, were it not for the neatly webbed toes, but the other was chubby and child-sized, a squat lump with fat little toes curling into the floor. Despite the oddness of his feet, they didn't seem to slow the man down as he lurched towards the bar, his thick arms swaying from side to side.
The barkeep gave the newcomer a reserved nod and pointed towards the major before leaving for the kitchen. The strange man turned to regard them all for a moment, then frowned at Amber. Mikiss realised the major must have claimed to be Mikiss himself, just in case there was a nasty surprise waiting for them.
'Master Mikiss?' the man enquired, taking a few steps towards them, his voice surprisingly welcoming, considering his evident wariness.
'And you are?' said Amber.
'You are Master Mikiss?'
'Depends on who you are.'
The strange man didn't reply for a moment. Eventually he shrugged. 'My name is Nai, and I am servant to Isherin Purn. Are you Master Mikiss?'
Mikiss stood up. 'I'm Koden Mikiss,' he said.
A broad smile flourished on his face. 'But of course you are.' His Menin was impeccable, with no trace of any foreign inflection. As Nai grinned, Mikiss realised they were actually of similar ages, although the servant's weather-beaten face made him look older. 'Gentlemen, we have been expecting you,' Nai continued smoothly. 'I hope your journey was enjoyable enough?'
'It was long, dirty and exhausting,' Amber cut in, 'so enough of the pleasantries.'
'Very well, sir,' Nai replied, completely unflustered by the major's brusque tone. 'If you would all be so good as to accompany me?'
The barkeep brought out a covered bowl which Nai swept up with one hand, then scuttled back to the door. Mikiss groaned as he heaved his pack back up onto his shoulder and followed the soldiers out of the tavern into the blindingly bright afternoon. The sun, though lower
in the sky, cast a white carpet over the paving stones and it was still hot enough to make the air in his lungs feel thin and inadequate. His knees began to tremble after only a few steps.
'Here, let me take that,' Shart offered. Mikiss looked up at the man's outstretched hand and shook his head. Shart was certainly stronger and fitter, but the sodden state of the man's shirt was testimony to how hard the journey had been on all of them. However much he hurt, Mikiss had been determined from the start not to be a burden, and he had no intention of starting now, so close to their goal. Shart gave a brief snort; of approval or scorn Mikiss couldn't tell.
Mikiss was vaguely aware they were moving away from the heart of the city as they struggled on, first over uneven cobbles, then smooth packed-dirt roads lined with tall limes with wilting leaves of green and yellow and a type of hawthorn Mikiss had never seen before, its twisted branches covered in thin leaves and sharp spines.
It took them more than half an hour of walking at Mikiss' erratic pace before they reached an area within sight of the city wall that was largely derelict. A handful of roughly mended buildings bore signs of life, but it struck Mikiss that there were no birds to be heard, not even where the trees had shrivelled fruit still hanging from their higher branches. A few people idly watched them from the shadows of doorways and windows, curious only at who might be fool enough to be out under the still-fierce sun.
This far out, past the old South Barbican that had once protected Scree, the houses stood well apart from their neighbours. Nai led them to a large, gloomy place that looked as if it had once been a country manor house until it was swallowed up by the expanding city, then abandoned to the ravages of wind and rain.
'This is where Purn lives?' asked Amber sceptically. It had once been a fine building, but now, surrounded by a high, rusted iron fence with wild undergrowth encroaching on it, the house looked neither inhabited nor habitable. Its nearest neighbour was in even worse con¬dition, bearing the unmistakable black smears of fire-damage.
Mikiss sniffed the air. Here, more than elsewhere in the city, there was a smell of decay. Most of it was the house, he suspected, but there was something beyond the stink of unwashed bodies and rotting vegetation: a sharp smell of decayed meat. Perhaps this was just a hint of the horrors one might find in the home of a necromancer.
'This is where my master lives,' Nai confirmed. 'Much of his work is conducted in the cellars, so we do not need all of the rooms. You are welcome to make use of whatever space you find above ground, and the house is reasonably sound, but I do suggest you keep clear of the attic. The floor is especially bad up there.'
Shart craned his head up to the roof, noting the large gaps in the tiles. 'I see what you mean about the attic,' he muttered, 'but your idea of "reasonably sound" might be a little different to mine.'
'It serves our purposes,' Nai replied, 'and of course we would not want anyone passing by to think there might be value in investigating the building.'
'Don't you have guards?'
'Most certainly,' the servant said with a small smile that filled Mikiss with foreboding, 'but they lack both subtlety and the sense to make distinctions between children playing and enemy agents.'
'As well as a heartbeat, no doubt,' Shart muttered.
'As well as a heartbeat,' Nai echoed with strange enthusiasm. 'And we prefer to keep a low profile, especially as tempers in the city are running somewhat high.'
'Have there been riots?' Major Amber asked.
'Nothing overly dramatic, but the mood in the city has changed. There is no desperate scarcity of food yet, but that hasn't stopped fights breaking out most nights.' Nai gestured up at the pale blue sky and said gravely, 'Since the weather turned, the people of Scree have been acting like animals. They rut and fight and scream in the street. Before long the city will begin to tear itself apart.'
He turned back to the house and gave a heavy sigh that seemed to begin in his feet and rise all the way up to his strange sweat-flattened hair. Then he shook himself abruptly and pushed aside the gate for the soldiers to enter.
'Welcome,' he intoned as each passed him. Mikiss felt a shiver run down his spine, as though some malevolent spirit had stroked the hairs on his neck and then fled. The fact that Nai carefully replaced the broken, rusting gate just confirmed to Mikiss that something un¬holy prowled the grounds.
A weed-infested gravel path led from the gate up to a tall stud-tied door flanked by a pair of columns covered in rusty lichen and a vibrant green creeper that covered part of the building, obscuring several windows.
The rubbish and broken planks piled up on the doorstep led Shart to assume there was no way in from the front. He led the way round to the right, following patches of gravel that were all that remained of the original drive to the rear of the building. The fence was fifty paces or so from the house, yet somehow Mikiss felt crossing that distance would be a harder trek than it might at first appear. Buried in the undergrowth, partly swallowed by Jan untended rhododendron bush, he spotted a small stone housing, some two feet high, with some sort of metal grille at its entrance. Mikiss wondered how the people of Scree buried their dead and shuddered.