‘I am mildly disturbed by the thought of what else he or she might have stepped in.’
‘There are indeed complexities on the palate, suggesting a varied and lengthy history. Now, how was your day and the subsequent evening?’
‘Uneventful. Rucket informs me that Gerun Eberict has killed about three thousand citizens this year.’
‘Three thousand? That seems somewhat excessive.’
‘I thought so, too, master. More soup?’
‘Yes, thank you. So, what is his problem, do you think?’
‘Gerun’s? A taste for blood, I’d wager.’
‘As simple as that? How egregious. We’ll have to do something about it, I think.’
‘And how was your day and evening, master?’
‘Busy. Exhausting, even.’
‘You were on the roof?’
‘Yes, mostly. Although, as I recall, I came down here once. Can’t remember why. Or, rather, I couldn’t at the time, so I went back up.’
Bugg tilted his head. ‘Someone’s approaching our door.’ The sound of boots in the alley, the faint whisper of armour. ‘My brother, I’d hazard,’ Tehol said, then, turning to face the curtained doorway, he raised his voice. ‘Brys, do come in.’
The hanging was pulled aside and Brys entered. ‘Well, that is an interesting smell,’ he said.
‘Sole soup,’ Tehol said. ‘Would you like some?’
‘No, thank you. I have already eaten, it being well after the second bell. I trust you have heard the rumours.’
‘The war?’
‘Yes.’
‘I’ve heard hardly a thing,’ Tehol said.
Brys hesitated, glancing at Bugg, then he sighed. ‘A new emperor has emerged to lead the Tiste Edur. Tehol, Hull has sworn his allegiance to him.’
‘Now, that is indeed unfortunate.’
‘Accordingly, you are at risk.’
‘Arrest?’
‘No, more likely assassination. All in the name of patriotism.’
Tehol set his bowl down. ‘It occurs to me, Brys, that you are more at risk than I am.’
‘I am well guarded, brother, whilst you are not.’
‘Nonsense! I have Bugg!’
The manservant looked up at Brys with a bland smile.
‘Tehol, this is not time for jokes-’
‘Bugg resents that!’
‘I do?’
‘Well, don’t you? I would, if I were you-’
‘It seems you just were.’
‘My apologies for making you speak out of turn, then.’
‘Speaking on your behalf, master, I accept.’
‘You are filled with relief-’
‘Will you two stop it!’ Brys shouted, throwing up his hands. He began pacing the small confines of the room. ‘The threat is very real. Agents of the queen will not hesitate. You are both in very grave danger.’
‘But how will killing me change the fact of Hull forsaking our homeland?’
‘It won’t, of course. But your history, Tehol, makes you a hated man. The queen’s investments suffered thanks to you, and she’s not the type to forgive and forget.’
‘Well, what do you suggest, Brys?’
‘Stop sleeping on your roof, for one. Let me hire a few bodyguards-’
‘A few? How many are you thinking?’
‘Four, at least.’
‘One.’
‘One?’
‘One. No more than that. You know how I dislike crowds, Brys.’
‘Crowds? You’ve never disliked crowds, Tehol.’
‘I do now.’
Brys glowered, then sighed. ‘All right. One.’
‘And that will make you happy, then? Excellent-’
‘No more sleeping on your roof.’
‘I’m afraid, brother, that won’t be possible.’
‘Why not?’
Tehol gestured. ‘Look at this place! It’s a mess! Besides, Bugg snores. And we’re not talking mild snoring, either. Imagine being chained to the floor of a cave, with the tide crashing in, louder, louder, louder-’
‘I have in mind three guards, all brothers,’ Brys said, ‘who can spell each other. One will therefore always be with you, even when you’re sleeping on your roof.’
‘So long as they don’t snore-’
‘They won’t be asleep, Tehol! They’ll be standing guard!’
‘All right. Calm down. I am accepting, aren’t I? Now, how about some soup, just to tide you over until you break your fast?’
