He swung into the alley leading to Tehol’s home, and heard, somewhere beyond the squalid tenement, the sounds of a fierce argument. Things came crashing down in a cacophony that ended with a shriek.
Brys hesitated. He could not reach the source of the sounds from this alley, but Tehol’s rooftop might permit him a view down on the opposite street. He went on.
With the pommel of his knife Brys tapped on the doorframe. There was no reply. He pulled aside the curtain and peered in. A single wavering oil lamp, the faint glow from the hearth, and voices coming down from above.
Brys entered and climbed the rickety ladder.
He emerged onto the roof to see Tehol and his manservant standing at the far edge, looking down – presumably on the argument that was still under way.
‘Tehol,’ Brys called, approaching. ‘Is this a matter for the city guard?’
His brother swung about, then shook his head. ‘I don’t think so, brother. A resolution is but moments away. Wouldn’t you agree, Bugg?’
‘I think so, since he’s almost out and that old woman’s run out of things to throw.’
Brys came alongside and looked down. A huge man was busy extricating himself from a pile of dusty rubble, ducking when objects were flung at him by a old woman in the tenement doorway.
‘What happened?’ Brys asked.
‘An associate of mine,’ Tehol said, ‘jumped onto the roof over there from this one. He landed quietly enough, I suppose. Then the roof gave out, alas. As you can see, he’s a big man.’
The hapless associate had climbed free at last. It appeared that he had taken most of the wall with him in his descent. It was a miracle that he seemed uninjured. ‘Why was he jumping from your roof, Tehol?’
‘It was a dare.’
‘Yours?’
‘Oh no, I’d never do that.’
‘Then who? Surely not your manservant?’
Bugg sputtered, ‘Me? Most assuredly not, Finadd!’
‘Another guest,’ Tehol explained. ‘Who has since gone, although not far, I imagine. Somewhere in the shadows, waiting for dear Ublala.’
‘Ublala? Ublala Pung? Oh, yes, I recognize him now. An associate? Tehol, the man’s a criminal-’
‘Who proved his innocence in the canal-’
‘That’s not innocence,’ Brys retorted, ‘that’s stubborn will.’
‘A will that the Errant would surely have weakened were Ublala truly guilty of the crimes of which he had been accused.’
‘Tehol, really-’
His brother faced him, brows raised. ‘Are you, a soldier of the king, casting aspersions on our justice system?’
‘Tehol, the king casts aspersions on the justice system!’
‘None the less, Brys – oh, what are you doing here, by the way?’
‘I have come seeking your advice.’
‘Oh. Well, shall we retire to a more private section of my rooftop? Here, follow me – that far corner is ideal.’
‘Wouldn’t down below be better?’
‘Well, it would, if Bugg had bothered cleaning up. As it is, my abode is an unacceptable mess. I can’t concentrate down there, not for a moment. My stomach turns at the thought-’
‘That would be supper,’ Bugg said behind them.
The brothers turned to look back at him.
Bugg gave a sheepish wave. ‘I’ll be down below, then.’
They watched him leave.
Brys cleared his throat. ‘There are factions in the palace. Intrigues. And it seems certain people would force me into involvement, when all I wish is to remain loyal to my king.’
‘Ah, and some of those factions are less than loyal to the king?’
‘Not in any manner that could be proved. Rather, it’s simply a matter of reinterpretation of what would best serve the king and the kingdom’s interests.’
‘Ah, but those are two entirely different things. The king’s interests versus the kingdom’s interests. At least, I assume that’s how they see it, and who knows, they might be right.’
‘They might, Tehol, but I have doubts.’
Tehol folded his arms and stared out on the city. ‘So,’ he said, ‘there’s the queen’s faction, which includes Prince Quillas, Chancellor Triban Gnol, and the First Consort, Turudal Brizad. Have I missed anyone?’
Brys was staring at his brother. He shook his head. ‘Officers and guards, various spies.’
‘And the king’s own faction. Ceda Kuru Qan, First Eunuch Nifadas, Preda Unnutal Hebaz and perhaps First Concubine Nisall. And, of course, you.’
