Authors: Douglas Hulick
Among Thieves (56 page)
“Iron’s dead. I’m here as a favor to you, you stupid White.” The pressure on my neck eased momentarily, and I twisted around and shook off her grip. She didn’t bother to react.
“What do you mean, he’s dead?” she said.
“What the hell do you think I mean?” I said, rubbing where my shoulder had hit the wall especially hard. “Dead. I’m sure you’re familiar with the condition, at least secondhand.”
“You’re certain?”
“I saw him take the steel cure myself.”
“Who did it?”
I shook my head. “Not important. What
is
important is that I’m here to help you.”
is
important is that I’m here to help you.”
“
You
help
me
?” Lyria stepped forward, forcing me back against the wall. “In case you’ve forgotten, you and your friend killed two of my sword brothers. The only reason I didn’t kill you before was because of my word to Iron Degan.” She smiled wickedly. “But now that he’s dead, I suppose I’m free of that, aren’t I?”
You
help
me
?” Lyria stepped forward, forcing me back against the wall. “In case you’ve forgotten, you and your friend killed two of my sword brothers. The only reason I didn’t kill you before was because of my word to Iron Degan.” She smiled wickedly. “But now that he’s dead, I suppose I’m free of that, aren’t I?”
“That’s just it,” I said. “He’s dead, but your word to him isn’t; it’s gone up for grabs.”
Her back went as stiff as if she’d been called to attention herself. “What?”
That was more like it. “Your Oath wasn’t just a deal with Iron,” I said. “It was a promise to the entire Order of the Degans. If the degan who holds your Oath dies, the other degans are free to pick up the promise.”
“You think I’m an idiot?” she said. “I know the terms of the bargain. My obligation ended when I delivered you!”
“That’s not how I remember the conversation going outside the wineshop,” I said.
Lyria’s hand moved to the handle of her sword. She looked far too willing to use it at the moment. “I think maybe you’re remembering wrong, Crawler.”
I turned my head and spit into the street. Lyria puffed up even more.
“I don’t misremember things,” I said, meeting her eye, “especially when it comes to Sashes and debts.”
She pressed against me further, holding me against the wall with her body. Under other circumstances, I might not have minded; there were some interesting things going on under that uniform. As it was, though, I didn’t even have space to draw a decent breath.
“Are you threatening me, little man?”
“Not threatening; just telling. Iron’s dead. Unless the degans hear otherwise, the Order’s going to assume you still owe him. They’ll come collecting, and I’m guessing they won’t give you credit for services previously rendered. You’ll get to start your debt from the beginning.”
I watched as realization crept into her eyes, followed closely by fear. Whites were supposed to serve the emperor first, last, and always; owing anyone else service—especially someone like the degans—was strictly beyond the pale. I couldn’t guess about the deal she had struck with Iron, but I could guess what would happen if she was found out: excommunication, banishment, possibly even a public execution for treason. Not things someone who had sworn her life and soul to the emperor would care to consider.
She needed to keep this quiet.
She needed me.
“And I suppose you can fix this?” she said sourly.
“I was the only witness, remember?” I said. “There were just the three of us there when you delivered me. If I tell the degans you cleared your debt with Iron, you’ll be off the hook.”
Lyria took half a pace back and crossed her arms. “And why should they believe you?”
“You beat the crap out of me and delivered me to Iron Degan,” I said. “Plus, I’m Kin. Do you honestly think they’d believe I’d lie for a White Sash, especially under those circumstances?”
“And you don’t think your volunteering the information might raise some questions?”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “You really don’t understand how this works, do you?” Stupid Whites. I looked up into her eyes. Still smoldering but with a trace of interest in them, too, I noted. Good.
“Listen,” I said, “I don’t go to them—we wait for
them
to come to
you
. When they do, you tell them Iron and you are straight. When they don’t believe you, you mention
I
was there. The degans hunt me down and ask me questions. After being vague with my answers and generally pissing them off, the degans scare me enough that I grudgingly admit that, yes, Iron said your debt was paid.” I spread my arms and smiled. “Problem solved.”
them
to come to
you
. When they do, you tell them Iron and you are straight. When they don’t believe you, you mention
I
was there. The degans hunt me down and ask me questions. After being vague with my answers and generally pissing them off, the degans scare me enough that I grudgingly admit that, yes, Iron said your debt was paid.” I spread my arms and smiled. “Problem solved.”
“And if they don’t believe you were there?”
“I know where his sword ended up,” I said. “They’ll believe me.”
Lyria studied me for a long moment. “How much?” she said at last.
“One service, payable to me—the same as you owed Iron Degan.”
She shifted on her feet. “What service?”
I made a show of straightening my clothes. “Hit me.”
“What?”
“We’ve been talking quietly for too long,” I said. “Your friends at the gate are probably getting suspicious. Hit me, and I’ll tell you the favor I want.”
“No problem.” I saw a blur, felt something hard connect with my jaw. I went down.
“If that wasn’t convincing, I can do it again,” said Lyria. She sounded far too pleased with herself.
“ ’S okay,” I grumbled. I rolled over and looked up at her. No smile, but the sparkle in her eyes was all too evident. I ran my hand over my jaw, just to make sure it was still in one piece.
“Well?” she said as I climbed slowly to my feet. I hoped she was keeping her fists cocked just for show.
“Remember that book you were looking for in the Barren? The one you and Degan—excuse me, Bronze Degan—nearly killed each other over?”
“Ye-es.”
“I want you to tell the emperor that it was destroyed in the fire in Ten Ways.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I have what’s left of it. You’ll have proof.”
“
Was
it destroyed in the fire?”
Was
it destroyed in the fire?”
“As far as you know.”
Lyria ground her teeth. “I am not going to lie about the thing I was ordered to recover,” she said. “And certainly not to the emperor!”
“You understand this is blackmail, right?” I said. “And that, for you to get what you want, you have to do what I want?”
“Yes, but I’m still not going to do it.”
“Why the hell not?”
Lyria looked at me for a long moment, then turned and began walking away. “I can’t,” she said.
I grabbed her shoulder and swung her around. “You don’t understand,” I snapped. “You don’t have a choice. It’s me or the degans—it’s that simple.”
“No, it’s not!” she said. “I’ve already broken the oath I took to the emperor once. I’m not going to do it again.”
“Your
oath
?” I said. “Screw your oath! Let me tell you something about promises; they aren’t blind, they aren’t immutable, and they aren’t fragile. I’ve seen more oaths and promises broken in the last few days than I want to think about, but I learned something about them in the process—you can’t keep every one of them. No matter how hard you try, it’s just not possible. So you have to choose, not only which ones you are going to keep, but
how
you’re going to keep them. You have to look behind the words, behind what you want them to mean, and see what they’re really about.
oath
?” I said. “Screw your oath! Let me tell you something about promises; they aren’t blind, they aren’t immutable, and they aren’t fragile. I’ve seen more oaths and promises broken in the last few days than I want to think about, but I learned something about them in the process—you can’t keep every one of them. No matter how hard you try, it’s just not possible. So you have to choose, not only which ones you are going to keep, but
how
you’re going to keep them. You have to look behind the words, behind what you want them to mean, and see what they’re really about.
“It’s easy to hold on to the idea of what the words meant to you when you spoke them, but that’s not what it means to take an oath. A promise like that has to change as you change, and more important, it has to be able to adjust to fit whatever the world throws at you. The question isn’t whether or not you keep your word; the question is whether or not you keep the intentions
behind
the words.”
Even if your Order disagrees with you,
I thought. I understood that now. “If you walk away from me, you not only don’t bring the emperor back the book he wants, you also put yourself in debt to the degans. You, a White Sash, trusted guardian of the emperor, will be beholden to
them
. You had an agreement with Iron Degan, but who knows what the hell
they
will ask you to do?”
behind
the words.”
Even if your Order disagrees with you,
I thought. I understood that now. “If you walk away from me, you not only don’t bring the emperor back the book he wants, you also put yourself in debt to the degans. You, a White Sash, trusted guardian of the emperor, will be beholden to
them
. You had an agreement with Iron Degan, but who knows what the hell
they
will ask you to do?”
Lyria looked away. I didn’t bother telling her the degans essentially had a job similar to hers, only with a slightly broader focus. That wouldn’t exactly help my case right now.
“Listen,” I said, “you can draw this line now, after you’ve already crossed it once, and pretend you’re pure, but we both know that’s a lie. The degans will come collecting, and you’ll be in it even deeper. Or you can do this one thing and walk away clean from any other obligations. Which one serves the emperor better in the long run?”
Lyria looked up at the walls of the Imperial cordon, seeing beyond the brick and mortar.
“Why do you want me to lie about the book?” she said.
“Because it’s the only way to keep you and your friends from tearing apart the city—and some of my friends—looking for it. The only way they’ll be safe is if the emperor thinks the book is cinders.”
The only way your boss won’t skin me alive for what I know,
I thought, but didn’t say.
The only way your boss won’t skin me alive for what I know,
I thought, but didn’t say.
Lyria let out a slow breath. When she spoke, I almost couldn’t hear her, it was so soft, so final. “Fine. What do I do?”
I reached into the satchel and partially withdrew the charred remains of the journal. There was just enough left to identify the book as Ioclaudia’s, but not enough to be able to tell that pieces were missing. I’d burned it myself once I had gotten away from the warehouse.
“When the fire dies down in Ten Ways, you’ll go back to the warehouse in the Barren where the other two Whites were . . .” I paused, the rest of the sentence hanging in the air between us. Lyria took a slow, dangerous breath. “Where your brothers died,” I amended. “You’ll find this book there, along with whatever’s left of a body and a sword. Leave the sword, but take this. I’ll make sure it looks as if the book was spared in the fire.”
I slid the remains of the journal back into the satchel, then drew out a small cloth-wrapped case. “Here, take this, too. It might help you get in good with your boss.”
Lyria reached for it, then hesitated. “What is it?”
“A relic,” I said.
A bribe
, I thought. “The reliquary is a bit worse for wear, but the artifact itself is all right.”
It’s meant to keep you from being too pissed off at my using you.
I pushed it into her hands. “It’s the pen Theodoi used to write the Second Apologia.”
I don’t need any new enemies right now.
A bribe
, I thought. “The reliquary is a bit worse for wear, but the artifact itself is all right.”
It’s meant to keep you from being too pissed off at my using you.
I pushed it into her hands. “It’s the pen Theodoi used to write the Second Apologia.”
I don’t need any new enemies right now.
“How did . . . ?”
“Long story,” I said. “You’re better off not asking.”
Lyria stared at the bundle for a moment, then carefully slipped it into her belt. “And after this, I never see you again, correct?”
“Not even in your dreams,” I said.
“You’d better hope not,” she said. Then she extended her hand.
I looked at it, surprised, and reached, out of habit, to exchange the Clasp. Except she wasn’t Kin. Our fingers brushed, and then she was grabbing my wrist and using it to hold me while she drove her knee into my stomach.
I doubled over, collapsed to my knees, and started retching.
“Can’t have it look like we’re parting on good terms,” explained Lyria coolly from above. “People might get suspicious.” I watched her boots as she walked away.
If I’d had any breath left in me, I would have laughed. Instead, I gasped and watched my lunch spread itself across the cobbles.
I was just starting to suck air back into my lungs when a pair of soft brown shoes came walking up and stopped beside me. The legs sprouting out of the shoes wore faded red stockings.
“Still making friends wherever you go, I see.”
I knew the voice. It was one I shouldn’t be hearing. I pushed myself into a sitting position and looked up at Kells.
My heart surged in my chest at seeing him alive, but I wasn’t sure if it was out of joy or fear. He was healthy, hale, and even looked to have put on a couple of pounds. He was also smiling.
That couldn’t be good.
My wrist knife was in my hand in an instant.
“Ah-ah!” said Kells, raising a scolding finger. “The Sashes are watching, and they tend to frown on what you’re thinking about doing.”
“Two Kin trying to kill each other in the street?” I said, rising to my feet. “What would they care?”
“We’re Kin—they’ll care, on principle, if nothing else.” Kells looked me up and down. “Secondhand clothes, same old boots, a freshly bruised face—at least I know you didn’t cross me for money.”
“I didn’t cross you,” I said.
“No,” said Kells coolly. “You abandoned me. You left me swinging in the breeze, at Nicco’s mercy, trapped in a cordon surrounded by imperial troops. ‘Cross’ doesn’t even begin to describe the totally thorough screwing you gave me.”
I tried to meet his gaze but couldn’t. I had an explanation, of course, but didn’t offer it. No matter what I said, it would sound like an excuse. All Kells knew was that I hadn’t followed his instructions, that I hadn’t brought him the journal so he could hand it over to Shadow. Thanks to me, he was an Upright Man without an organization; a fallen Kin wandering the streets—just like me.
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