Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,177

Eunuch.'

'Has the Acquitor apprised you of the situation?'

'She has.'

'And?'

'For what it is worth, I advise you to leave. As soon as possible.'

'And what will you do?'

Hull frowned. 'I see no reason to answer that.'

'You are a traitor!' Quillas said in a hiss. 'Finadd Moroch, arrest him!'

There was dismay on the First Eunuch's features as Moroch Nevath drew his sword and stepped close to Hull Beddict.

'You cannot do that,' Seren Pedac said, her heart thundering in her chest.

All eyes fixed on her.

'I am sorry, my prince,' she continued, struggling to keep her voice even. 'Hull Beddict is under the protection of the Tiste Edur. He was granted guest status by Binadas Sengar, brother to the emperor.'

'He is Letherii!'

'The Edur will be indifferent to that detail,' Seren replied.

'We are done here,' Nifadas said. 'There will be no arrests. Prince Quillas, it is time.'

'Do we scurry at this emperor's command, First Eunuch?' Quillas was shaking with rage. 'He asks for us, well enough. Let the bastard wait.' He wheeled on Hull Beddict. 'Know that I intend to proclaim you an outlaw and traitor of Lether. Your life is forfeit.'

A weary smile was Hull's only reply.

Nifadas spoke to Seren. 'Acquitor, will you accompany us to our audience with the emperor?'

She was surprised by the offer, and more than a little alarmed. 'First Eunuch?'

'Assuming Buruk is prepared to wait, of course. I am certain he will be, and I will send someone to inform him.' He gestured and one of his servants hurried off. 'Hull Beddict, I presume you are on your way to speak with Emperor Rhulad? At the very least, accompany us to the citadel. I doubt there will be any confusion of purposes once we enter.'

Seren could not determine the motives underlying the First Eunuch's invitations. She felt rattled, off balance.

'As you wish,' Hull said, shrugging.

Nifadas in the lead, the four Letherii left the guest house and made their way towards the citadel. Seren drew Hull a pace behind the First Eunuch and Prince Quillas. 'I'm not sure I like this,' she said under her breath.

Hull grunted, and it was a moment before Seren realized it had been a laugh.

'What is funny about that?'

'Your capacity for understatement, Acquitor. I have always admired your ability to stay level.'

'Indecisiveness is generally held to be a flaw, Hull.'

'If it is certainty you want, Seren, then join me.'

The offer was uttered low, barely audible. She sighed. 'I do not want certainty,' she replied. 'In fact, certainty is the one thing I fear the most.'

'I expected that sort of answer.'

Two K'risnan met the party at the entrance and escorted them into the throne chamber.

Emperor Rhulad was seated once more, his new wife standing at his side, on the left. Apart from the two K'risnan, no-one else was present. Although Mayen's face was fixed and without expression, something about it, ineffable in the way of the secret language among women, told Seren that a consummation had occurred, a binding that was reflected in Rhulad's dark eyes, a light of triumph and supreme confidence. 'Hull Beddict,' he said in his rough voice, 'blood brother to Binadas, you arrive in questionable company.'

'Emperor,' Hull said, 'your brother's faith in me is not misplaced.'

'I see. And how does your prince feel about that?'

'He is no longer my prince. His feelings mean nothing to me.'

Rhulad smiled. 'Then I suggest you step to one side. I would now speak to the official delegation from Lether, such as it is.'

Hull bowed and walked three paces to the right.

'Acquitor?'

'Emperor, I come to inform you that I am about to leave, as escort to Buruk the Pale.'

'We appreciate the courtesy, Acquitor. If that is all that brings you into our presence, best you join Hull.'

She bowed in acquiescence and moved away. Now why did Nifadas want this?

'Emperor Rhulad,' Nifadas said, 'may I speak?'

The Edur regarded the First Eunuch with half-closed lids. 'We permit it.'

'The kingdom of Lether is prepared to enter negotiations regarding the debts incurred as a result of the illegal harvest of tusked seals.'

Like a snake whose tail had just been stepped on, Quillas hissed and spat in indignation.

'The issue of debt,' Rhulad responded, ignoring the prince, 'is no longer relevant. We care nothing for your gold, First Eunuch. Indeed, we care nothing for you at all.'

'If isolation is your desire—'

'We did not say that, First Eunuch.'

Prince Quillas suddenly smiled, under control once more. 'An opening of outright hostility between our peoples, Emperor? I would warn you against such a tactic, which is not to