of a telltale creak.
Reaching the first landing, Shurq stepped close to the door, then paused. Motionless. A tripwire was set along the seam of the door, locked in place by the last servant to use the passage. Sometimes the simplest alarms succeeded where more elaborate ones failed, if only because the thief was over-anticipating the complication. She released the mechanism and turned the latch.
Into another servants' passage, running parallel to the formal hallway, assuming a typical layout for Gerun's estate. She found the lone door where she expected, on the right at the far end. Another tripwire to release, then she stepped through. The hallway was unlit, which was clever. Three doors along the opposite wall, the rooms beyond showing no light.
She was fairly certain she had found Gerun Eberict's private quarters. Barely detectable in the gloom were a host of arcane sigils painted on the nearest door.
Shurq edged closer to study those symbols.
And froze as a dull voice spoke from down the corridor. 'It was incompetence. Or so he says. And now I'm supposed to make it up to him.'
She slowly turned. A seated figure, sprawled back with legs stretched out, head tilted to one side.
'You're dead,' the man said.
'Is that a promise or an observation?'
'Just something we have in common,' he answered. 'That doesn't happen to me much, any more.'
'I know just how you feel. So, Gerun has you here guarding his rooms.'
'It's my penance.'
'For incompetence.'
'Yes. Gerun doesn't fire people, you know. He kills them and then, depending on how angry he is, either buries them or keeps them on for a time. I suppose he'll bury me eventually.'
'Without releasing your soul?'
'He often forgets about that part.'
'I'm here to steal everything he has.'
'If you were living I would of course kill you in some monstrous, terrifying way. I would get up from this chair, feet dragging, arms out with my hands clawing the air. I'd make bestial sounds and moans and hisses as if I was hungry to sink my teeth into your throat.'
'That would certainly prove sufficient to deter a thief. A living one, that is.'
'It would, and I'd probably enjoy it, too.'
'But I'm not living, am I?'
'No. But I have one question for you and it's an important one.'
'All right. Ask it.'
'Why, since you're dead, do you look so good? Who cut your hair? Why aren't you rotting away like me? Are you stuffed with herbs or something? Are you wearing make-up? Why are the whites of your eyes so white? Your lips so glossy?'
Shurq was silent a moment, then asked, 'Is that your one question?'
'Yes.'
'If you like, I can introduce you to the people responsible for the new me. I am sure they can do the same for you.'
'Really? Including a manicure?'
'Absolutely.'
'What about filing my teeth? You know, to make them sharp and scary.'
'Well, I don't know how scary you will be with styled hair, make-up, perfect nails and glossy lips.'
'But sharp teeth? Don't you think the sharp teeth will terrify people?'
'Why not just settle for those? Most people are frightened of rotting things, of things crawling with vermin and stinking like a freshly turned grave. Fangs and fingernails clipped into talons.'
'I like it. I like how you think.'
'My pleasure. Now, do I have to worry about these wards?'
'No. In fact, I can show you where all the mechanisms are for the alarms.'
'Won't that give you away?'
'Give me away? Why, I am coming with you, of course. Assuming you can get us both out of here.'
'Oh, I see. I'm sure we'll manage. What is your name, by the way?'
'Harlest Eberict.'
Shurq cocked her head, then said, 'Oh. But you died ten years ago, according to your brother.'
'Ten years? Is that all?'
'He said you fell down the stairs, I believe. Or something like that.'
'Stairs. Or pitched off the balcony. Maybe both.'
'And what did you do or fail to do that earned such punishment?'
'I don't remember. Only that I was incompetent.'
'That was long before Gerun saved the king's life. How could he have afforded the sorcery needed to bind your soul to your body?'
'I believe he called in a favour.'
Shurq swung back to the door. 'Does this lead to his office?'
'No, that one goes to his love-making room. You want the one over here.'
'Any chance of anyone hearing us talking right now, Harlest?'
'No, the walls are thick.'
'One last thing,' Shurq said, eyeing Harlest. 'Why didn't Gerun bind your loyalty with magic?'
The pale, patchy face displayed surprise. 'Well, we're brothers!'
Alarms negated, the two undead stood in Finadd Gerun Eberict's