Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,139

early,' Tehol said.

'I am? Oh. Well, are you waiting for a necromancer to animate him or something?'

'I would be, were he dead. Ublala, if you will, stand up. I would like to introduce you to Shurq Elalle—'

'Is she the dead one?' he asked, not yet moving. 'The thief who drowned?'

'Already you're holding something against me,' Shurq replied, her tone despondent.

'We haven't got to that yet,' Tehol said. 'Ublala, get up. Shurq has needs. You can meet them, and in return you get Shand, Rissarh and Hejun to leave off—'

'Why would they?' Ublala demanded.

'Because Shurq will tell them to.'

'I will?'

'Look,' Tehol said, exasperated, 'neither of you are cooperating here. On your feet, Ublala.'

'That won't be necessary,' Shurq cut in. 'Just roll him over.'

'Oh, fine, that's very nice. Crass, but nice.' Tehol crouched down alongside Ublala, pushed his hands beneath the huge man, then lifted. Tehol's feet skidded. He grunted, gasped, heaved again and again, to little effect.

'Stop it,' Shurq said in a strange voice. 'You're going to make me laugh. And laughing right now would be expensive.'

Sprawled across Ublala, Tehol stared up at her. 'Expensive?'

'All those spices, of course. Tell me, Ublala, what did you see when you walked across the bottom of the canal?'

'Mud.'

'What else?'

'Junk.'

'What else? What were you walking on?'

'Bodies. Bones. Crayfish, crabs. Old nets. Broken pots, furniture—'

'Furniture?' Tehol asked. 'Serviceable furniture?'

'Well, there was a chair. But I didn't sit in it.'

'Bodies,' Shurq said. 'Yes. Lots of bodies. How deep was the canal originally?'

Bugg had arrived, and with this question Tehol looked over at his manservant. 'Well? You must know, being an engineer and all that.'

'But I'm only pretending to be an engineer,' Bugg pointed out.

'So pretend to know the answer to Shurq's question!'

'It was said seven tall men could stand, foot to shoulder, and the last would be able to reach up with his hands and find the surface. Used to be big trader ships could make their way the entire length.'

'I wasn't far from the surface,' Ublala said, rolling over, unmindful of Tehol who yelped as he was tumbled to one side with a thump. 'I could almost reach,' he added as he stood, brushing himself off.

'That's a lot of rubbish,' Bugg commented.

'I'm not lying,' Ublala said.

'I didn't say you were,' Bugg said.

'So,' Shurq asked, 'who is killing all those people?'

'Never mind all that,' Tehol said as he clambered to his feet. 'Shurq Elalle, permit me to introduce Ublala Pung. The canal walk is very lovely at night, yes? Not in it, I mean. Alongside it, just for a change. Perfect for a promenade—'

'I intend to rob Gerun Eberict's estate,' Shurq said to Ublala. 'But there are outlying watchers that need taking care of. Can you create a diversion, Ublala Pung?'

The huge man scratched his jaw. 'I don't know. I got nothing against them—'

'They don't like you.'

"They don't? Why?'

'No reason. They just don't.'

'Then I don't like them either.'

'So you say, but I haven't seen any proof.'

'You want proof? Good. Let's go.'

Shurq hooked one arm in Ublala's and led him towards the far edge of the roof. 'We have to jump to that other roof,' she said. 'I don't think you can do it, Ublala. Not quietly, anyway.'

'Yes I can. I'll show you I can.'

'We'll see ...'

Tehol stared after them, then he swung to Bugg.

The manservant shrugged. 'It's the complexities of the male mind, master.'

The rain earlier that day had made the night air blessedly cool. Brys Beddict left the palace by a side postern and proceeded on a circuitous route towards his brother's residence. Although it was close to midnight, there were plenty of people on the streets.

He had never felt entirely comfortable in the crowded, sordid maze that was Letheras. The face of wealth stayed mostly hidden, leaving only the ravaged mien of poverty, and that was at times almost overwhelming. Beyond the Indebted were the lost, those who had given up entirely, and among them could be seen not just refugees from annexed tribes, but Letherii as well – more than he would have imagined. For all the explosive growth driving the kingdom, it seemed an ever greater proportion of the population was being left behind, and that was troubling.

At what point in the history of Letheras, he wondered, did rampant greed become a virtue? The level of self-justification required was staggering in its tautological complexity, and it seemed language itself was its greatest armour against common sense.

You can't leave all these people behind. They're outside the endless excitement and lust, the frenzied accumulation. They're