The Way of Shadows
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“Here’s how blackmail is going to work for you, Durzo Blint: if I think you’re resisting me, your daughter will die. And there are other, shall we say indignities, that she will suffer first. Let your imagination work on what those might be—I know I’ll let mine. She’ll be a husk by the time we’re finished. I will spend months eking out every drop of suffering from her mind and body before we kill her, and I enjoy such work. I am one of Khali’s most dedicated disciples. Do you understand me, Blint? Am I being clear?”
“Perfectly.” His jaw was tense. He couldn’t kill her. By the Night Angels. He just couldn’t do it. He’d think of something. He always had before. There was some way out of this. He would find it, and he would kill both of these men.
Roth smiled. “Now tell me everything about this apprentice of yours. And I mean everything.”
49
Kylar stepped out of the shadows of the Blue Boar’s office and grabbed Jarl around the throat with his arm, putting a hand over his mouth.
“Mmm mmmph!” Jarl protested against Kylar’s hand.
“Quiet, it’s me,” Kylar whispered in his ear. Wary of Jarl shouting, he released his friend slowly.
Jarl rubbed his throat. “Damn, Kylar. Take it easy. How did you get in here?”
“I need your help.”
“I’ll say. I was just going to come looking for you.”
“What?”
“Look in the top drawer. You can read it as fast as I could tell you,” Jarl said.
Kylar opened the drawer and read the note. Roth was Roth Ursuul, a Khalidoran prince. He’d just been elected Shinga. Kylar was a suspect in the prince’s murder. The king’s men were looking for him. Kylar tossed the note aside.
“I need your help, just one more time, Jarl.”
“Are you telling me you knew all that?”
“It doesn’t change anything. I need your help.”
“Is this going to get me killed?”
“I need to know where Momma K is hiding.”
Jarl’s eyes narrowed. “Do I need to ask why?”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“After all she’s done for you? You—”
“She betrayed me, Jarl, and you know it. She manipulated me into trying to kill Durzo Blint. She’s so good, I thought it was my own idea.”
“Maybe you should get her story before you kill her. Maybe murder shouldn’t be your first resort against the people who’ve helped you,” Jarl said.
“She convinced me that to save a friend, I had to kill Hu Gibbet, except that it wasn’t Hu. It was Durzo. She betrayed us. She made me ruin a friend and take away everything he loves.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”
“I’m not asking,” Kylar said.
“Are you going to beat it out of me?” Jarl asked.
“I’ll do what I have to.”
“She’s hiding out,” Jarl said, unafraid. “She had a terrible fight with Blint not long ago. I don’t know what it was about. But she’s helped me, and I won’t betray her.”
“You know she’d give you up in a second, Jarl.”
“I know,” Jarl said. “I might sell my body, Kylar, but I do what I can to keep the rest of me. I’ve only got a few shreds of dignity left. If you take those, you won’t just be killing Momma K.”
“It’s one thing to say you’ll keep a secret to the death. It’s quite another to go through with it,” Kylar said. “I’ve never tortured anyone, Jarl, but I know how.”
“If you were going to torture me, you’d already have started, my friend.”
They stared at each other until Kylar looked away, defeated.
“If you need help with anything else, I’ll do it, Kylar. I hope you know that.”
“I do.” Kylar sighed. “Just be ready, Jarl. Things are going to happen faster than anyone expects.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Yes?” Jarl asked.
A bodyguard poked his bald head in. “D—Durzo Blint to see you, sir.” He looked terrified.
Kylar tried to draw on his Talent to cloak himself in shadows the way he had done when he came into the Blue Boar.
Nothing happened. Oh, shit. He practically dived behind Jarl’s desk.
“Sir?” the bodyguard asked Jarl, not seeing Kylar through the crack of the door he had opened.
“Uh, show him in,” Jarl said.
The door closed and soon opened once more. Kylar didn’t dare to look. If he exposed enough of his face to be able to see Durzo, Durzo would see him.
“I won’t waste your time or mine,” Kylar heard Durzo say. Steps whisked softly across the floor and the desk groaned as someone sat on it. “I know you’re Kylar’s friend,” Durzo said, only inches above Kylar.
Jarl made a sound of acknowledgment.
“I want you to get a message to him as soon as possible. I already sent him the message, but I need to make sure he gets it. Tell him I must speak with him. I’ll be at the Tipsy Tart. I’ll be there for the next two hours. Tell him it’s arutayro.”
“Spell that,” Jarl said, moving to his desk and grabbing a quill from the inkpot.
Durzo spelled it, and then Jarl made a strangled sound of protest as Durzo must have grabbed him.
“Get it to him fast, rent boy. It’s important. I’ll hold you responsible if he doesn’t get it.” The desk protested again as Durzo got off it and walked out.
After the door closed, Kylar crawled out from under the desk.
Jarl’s eyes widened. “You were under the desk?”
“Can’t always be fancy.”
Jarl shook his head. “You’re unbelievable.” As he wadded up the paper that had his note on it, he said, “What does arutayro mean?”
“Bloodless. It means we don’t kill each other while we’re meeting.”
“And you trust him? After you tried to kill him last night?”
“Blint will kill me, but he’ll do it professionally. He thinks I deserve that much. Mind if I use your window? I have a lot to do before I see him.”
“Help yourself.”
Kylar threw open the window, then turned to his friend. “I’m sorry. I had to try. I have to kill her and you were the fastest way to find her.”
“Sorry I couldn’t help.”
Crawling out the window, Kylar moved out of Jarl’s line of sight, then tried to draw the shadows again. This time it worked easily. Perfect. He couldn’t even tell what he had done differently from what he did in the office.
By the Night Angels. Kylar figured that learning to control his Talent would have been hard enough if he had Durzo to explain it to him. Figuring it out on his own would be well-nigh impossible.
He moved back to the window. After a minute, Jarl checked the window, then walked to his desk and scrawled a quick note. He summoned a boy to his office and handed him the note.
Kylar circled around the building, and followed the boy after he came out a side door. He’d known Jarl wouldn’t tell him—and he hoped his friend never figured out that Kylar had used him anyway.
The messenger boys were of uneven quality. Some of them made their passes so well that Kylar could barely follow them. Others simply held the letter out to the next boy.
“Perfectly.” His jaw was tense. He couldn’t kill her. By the Night Angels. He just couldn’t do it. He’d think of something. He always had before. There was some way out of this. He would find it, and he would kill both of these men.
Roth smiled. “Now tell me everything about this apprentice of yours. And I mean everything.”
49
Kylar stepped out of the shadows of the Blue Boar’s office and grabbed Jarl around the throat with his arm, putting a hand over his mouth.
“Mmm mmmph!” Jarl protested against Kylar’s hand.
“Quiet, it’s me,” Kylar whispered in his ear. Wary of Jarl shouting, he released his friend slowly.
Jarl rubbed his throat. “Damn, Kylar. Take it easy. How did you get in here?”
“I need your help.”
“I’ll say. I was just going to come looking for you.”
“What?”
“Look in the top drawer. You can read it as fast as I could tell you,” Jarl said.
Kylar opened the drawer and read the note. Roth was Roth Ursuul, a Khalidoran prince. He’d just been elected Shinga. Kylar was a suspect in the prince’s murder. The king’s men were looking for him. Kylar tossed the note aside.
“I need your help, just one more time, Jarl.”
“Are you telling me you knew all that?”
“It doesn’t change anything. I need your help.”
“Is this going to get me killed?”
“I need to know where Momma K is hiding.”
Jarl’s eyes narrowed. “Do I need to ask why?”
“I’m going to kill her.”
“After all she’s done for you? You—”
“She betrayed me, Jarl, and you know it. She manipulated me into trying to kill Durzo Blint. She’s so good, I thought it was my own idea.”
“Maybe you should get her story before you kill her. Maybe murder shouldn’t be your first resort against the people who’ve helped you,” Jarl said.
“She convinced me that to save a friend, I had to kill Hu Gibbet, except that it wasn’t Hu. It was Durzo. She betrayed us. She made me ruin a friend and take away everything he loves.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.”
“I’m not asking,” Kylar said.
“Are you going to beat it out of me?” Jarl asked.
“I’ll do what I have to.”
“She’s hiding out,” Jarl said, unafraid. “She had a terrible fight with Blint not long ago. I don’t know what it was about. But she’s helped me, and I won’t betray her.”
“You know she’d give you up in a second, Jarl.”
“I know,” Jarl said. “I might sell my body, Kylar, but I do what I can to keep the rest of me. I’ve only got a few shreds of dignity left. If you take those, you won’t just be killing Momma K.”
“It’s one thing to say you’ll keep a secret to the death. It’s quite another to go through with it,” Kylar said. “I’ve never tortured anyone, Jarl, but I know how.”
“If you were going to torture me, you’d already have started, my friend.”
They stared at each other until Kylar looked away, defeated.
“If you need help with anything else, I’ll do it, Kylar. I hope you know that.”
“I do.” Kylar sighed. “Just be ready, Jarl. Things are going to happen faster than anyone expects.”
There was a knock at the door.
“Yes?” Jarl asked.
A bodyguard poked his bald head in. “D—Durzo Blint to see you, sir.” He looked terrified.
Kylar tried to draw on his Talent to cloak himself in shadows the way he had done when he came into the Blue Boar.
Nothing happened. Oh, shit. He practically dived behind Jarl’s desk.
“Sir?” the bodyguard asked Jarl, not seeing Kylar through the crack of the door he had opened.
“Uh, show him in,” Jarl said.
The door closed and soon opened once more. Kylar didn’t dare to look. If he exposed enough of his face to be able to see Durzo, Durzo would see him.
“I won’t waste your time or mine,” Kylar heard Durzo say. Steps whisked softly across the floor and the desk groaned as someone sat on it. “I know you’re Kylar’s friend,” Durzo said, only inches above Kylar.
Jarl made a sound of acknowledgment.
“I want you to get a message to him as soon as possible. I already sent him the message, but I need to make sure he gets it. Tell him I must speak with him. I’ll be at the Tipsy Tart. I’ll be there for the next two hours. Tell him it’s arutayro.”
“Spell that,” Jarl said, moving to his desk and grabbing a quill from the inkpot.
Durzo spelled it, and then Jarl made a strangled sound of protest as Durzo must have grabbed him.
“Get it to him fast, rent boy. It’s important. I’ll hold you responsible if he doesn’t get it.” The desk protested again as Durzo got off it and walked out.
After the door closed, Kylar crawled out from under the desk.
Jarl’s eyes widened. “You were under the desk?”
“Can’t always be fancy.”
Jarl shook his head. “You’re unbelievable.” As he wadded up the paper that had his note on it, he said, “What does arutayro mean?”
“Bloodless. It means we don’t kill each other while we’re meeting.”
“And you trust him? After you tried to kill him last night?”
“Blint will kill me, but he’ll do it professionally. He thinks I deserve that much. Mind if I use your window? I have a lot to do before I see him.”
“Help yourself.”
Kylar threw open the window, then turned to his friend. “I’m sorry. I had to try. I have to kill her and you were the fastest way to find her.”
“Sorry I couldn’t help.”
Crawling out the window, Kylar moved out of Jarl’s line of sight, then tried to draw the shadows again. This time it worked easily. Perfect. He couldn’t even tell what he had done differently from what he did in the office.
By the Night Angels. Kylar figured that learning to control his Talent would have been hard enough if he had Durzo to explain it to him. Figuring it out on his own would be well-nigh impossible.
He moved back to the window. After a minute, Jarl checked the window, then walked to his desk and scrawled a quick note. He summoned a boy to his office and handed him the note.
Kylar circled around the building, and followed the boy after he came out a side door. He’d known Jarl wouldn’t tell him—and he hoped his friend never figured out that Kylar had used him anyway.
The messenger boys were of uneven quality. Some of them made their passes so well that Kylar could barely follow them. Others simply held the letter out to the next boy.
