‘Are you berating me, master?’
‘Yes. What did you think?’
‘More effective, I believe, had you indeed sent me off to do something important. As it was, I was on a stroll, mesmerized by moonlight-’
‘Don’t step there! Back! Back!’
Alarmed, Bugg froze, then edged away.
‘You nearly crushed Ezgara! And could he have got out of the way? I think not!’ Tehol moved closer and knelt beside the insect making its slow way across the roof’s uneven surface. ‘Oh, look, you startled it!’
‘How can you tell?’ Bugg asked.
‘Well, it’s reversed direction, hasn’t it? That must be startling, I would imagine.’
‘You know, master, it was a curio – I didn’t think you would make it a pet.’
‘That’s because you’re devoid of sentiment, Bugg. Whereas Ezgara here is doubly-’
‘Ovoid?’
‘Charmingly so.’ Tehol glanced over at the guard, who was staring back at him as was his wont. ‘And this man agrees. Or, if not him, then his brothers. Why, one let Ezgara crawl all over his face, and he didn’t even blink!’
‘How did Ezgara manage to get onto his face, master?’
‘And down the other’s jerkin, not a flinch. These are warm-hearted men, Bugg, look well upon them and learn.’
‘I shall, master.’
‘Now, did you enjoy your swim?’
‘Not particularly.’
‘A misstep, you say?’
‘I thought I heard someone whisper my name-’
‘Shurq Elalle?’
‘No.’
‘Harlest Eberict? Kettle? Chief Investigator Rucket? Champion Ormly?’
‘No.’
‘Might you have been imagining things?’
‘Quite possibly. For example, I believe I am being followed by rats.’
‘You probably are, Bugg. Maybe one of them whispered your name.’
‘An unpleasant notion, master.’
‘Yes it is. Do you think it pleases me that my manservant consorts with rats?’
‘Would you rather go hungry?’ Bugg reached under his shirt.
‘You haven’t!’
‘No, it’s cat,’ he said, withdrawing a small, skinned, headless and pawless carcass. ‘Canal flavoured, alas.’
‘Another gift from Rucket?’
‘No, oddly enough. The canal.’
‘Ugh.’
‘Smells fresh enough-’
‘What’s that wire trailing from it?’
The manservant lifted the carcass higher, then took the dangling wire between two fingers and followed it back until it vanished in the flesh. He tugged, then grunted.
‘What?’ Tehol asked.
‘The wire leads to a large, barbed hook.’
‘Oh.’
‘And the wire’s snapped at this end – I thought something broke my fall.’ He tore a small sliver of meat from one of the cat’s legs, broke it in two, then placed one piece at each end of the insect named Ezgara. It settled to feed. ‘Anyway, a quick rinse and we’re ahead by two, if not three meals. Quite a run of fortune, master, of late.’
‘Yes,’ Tehol mused. ‘Now I’m nervous. So, have you any news to tell me?’
‘Do you realize, master, that Gerun Eberict would have had to kill on average between ten and fifteen people a day in order to achieve his annual dividend? How does he find the time to do anything else?’
‘Perhaps he’s recruited thugs sharing his insane appetites.’
‘Indeed. Anyway, Shurq has disappeared – both Harlest and Ublala are distraught-’
‘Why Harlest?’
‘He had only Ublala to whom he could show off his new fangs and talons, and Ublala was less than impressed, so much so that he pushed Harlest into the sarcophagus and sealed him in.’
‘Poor Harlest.’
‘He adjusted quickly enough,’ said Bugg, ‘and now contemplates his dramatic resurrection – whenever it occurs.’
‘Disturbing news about Shurq Elalle.’
‘Why?’
‘It means she didn’t change her mind. It means she’s going to break into the Tolls Repository. Perhaps even this very night.’
Bugg glanced over at the guard. ‘Master…’
‘Oops, that was careless, wasn’t it?’ He rose and walked over. ‘He hears all, it’s true. My friend, we can at least agree on one thing, can’t we?’
