Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,169

of the tabletop. Heaps of squirming rats passed in front of her every now and then, forcing her to bob her head up to maintain eye contact.

'By my recollection,' Tehol said reasonably, 'you lost a little less than half a peak.'

'How do you know that?' Scint demanded. 'Nobody else but us knows that!'

'A guess, I assure you. In any case, the contract I offer will be for an identical amount.'

'Half a peak!'

Tehol's smile broadened. 'Ah, I have your fullest attention now. Excellent.'

'That's an absurd amount,' spoke Ormly for the first time. 'What would you have us do, conquer Kolanse?'

'Could you?'

Ormly scowled. 'Why would you want us to, Tehol Beddict?'

'It'd be difficult,' Glisten said worriedly. 'The strain on our human resources—'

'Difficult,' cut in Scint, 'but not impossible. We'd need to recruit from our island cells—'

'Wait!' Tehol said. 'I'm not interested in conquering Kolanse!'

'You're the type who's always changing his mind,' Onyx said. She leaned back and with a squeak a rat plummeted from her hair to thump on the floor somewhere behind her. 'I can't stand working with people like that.'

'I haven't changed my mind. It wasn't me who brought up the whole Kolanse thing. In fact, it was Champion Ormly—'

'Well, he can't make up his mind neither. You two are made for each other.'

Tehol swung to Bugg. 'I'm not indecisive, am I? Tell them, Bugg. When have you ever seen me indecisive?'

Bugg frowned.

'Bugg!'

'I'm thinking!'

Glisten's voice came from behind a particularly large heap of rats. 'I can't see the point of any of this.'

'That's quite understandable,' Tehol said evenly.

'Describe your contract offer,' Ormly demanded. 'But be advised, we don't do private functions.'

'What does that mean?'

'I won't waste my breath on explaining ... unless it turns out to be relevant. Is it?'

'I don't know. How can I tell?'

'Well, that's my point exactly. Now, about the contract?'

'All right,' Tehol said, 'but be warned, it's complicated.'

Glisten's plaintive voice: 'Oh, I don't like the sound of that!'

Tehol made an effort to see her, then gave up. The mound of rats on the tabletop in front of her was milling. 'You surprise me, Glisten,' he said. 'It strikes me that the Rat Catchers' Guild thrives on complications. After all, you do much more than, uh, harvest rats, don't you? In fact, your primary function is as the unofficial assassins' guild – unofficial because, of course, it's an outlawed activity and unpleasant besides. You're also something of a thieves' guild, too, although you've yet to achieve full compliance among the more independent-minded thieves. You also provide an unusually noble function in your unofficial underground escape route for impoverished refugees from assimilated border tribes. And then there's the—'

'Stop!' Onyx shrieked. In a slightly less shrill tone she said, 'Bubyrd, get our Chief Investigator in here. Errant knows, if anyone needs investigating, it's this Tehol Beddict.'

Tehol's brows rose. 'Will that be painful?'

Onyx leered and whispered, 'Restrain your impatience, Tehol Beddict. You'll get an answer to that soon enough.'

'Is it wise to threaten a potential employer?'

'I don't see why not,' Onyx replied.

'Your knowledge of our operations is alarming,' Ormly said. 'We don't like it.'

'I assure you, I have only admiration for your endeavours. In fact, my contract offer is dependent upon the fullest range of the guild's activities. I could not make it without prior knowledge, could I?'

'How do we know?' Ormly asked. 'We've yet to hear it.'

'I'm getting there.'

The door behind them opened and the woman who was in all likelihood the Chief Investigator strode in past Tehol and Bugg. Stepping carefully, she took position on the far right of the table, arms crossing as she leaned against the wall.

Onyx spoke. 'Chief Investigator Rucket, we have in our presence a dangerous liability.'

The woman, tall, lithe, her reddish hair cut short, was dressed in pale leathers, the clothing South Nerek in style, as if she had just come from the steppes. Although, of course, the nearest steppes were a hundred or more leagues to the east. She appeared to be unarmed. Her eyes, a startling tawny shade that looked more feline than human, slowly fixed on Tehol. 'Him?'

'Who else?' Onyx snapped. 'Not his manservant, surely!'

'Why not?' Rucket drawled. 'He looks to be the more dangerous one.'

'I'd agree,' Bubyrd said in a hiss. 'He poked my secretary in the eyes.'

Scint started. 'Really? Just like that?' He held up a hand and stretched out the first two fingers, then jabbed the air. 'Like that? Poke! Like that?'

'Yes,' Bubyrd replied, glaring at Bugg. 'He revealed the illusion! What's the point of creating illusions