Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,179

'What do you want, Finadd?'

'That is a difficult question to answer, Acquitor. I was asked by Brys Beddict to speak to his brother. But the opportunity seems increasingly remote.'

And if I tell him that Hull is lost to us, what would he do then?

Gerun Eberict smiled, as if he had read the thoughts in her mind.

She looked away. 'Hull Beddict is under the emperor's protection.'

'I am pleased for him.'

She glared. 'You do not understand. Look around, Finadd. This village is filled with shadows, and in those shadows are wraiths – servants to the Edur.'

His brows rose. 'You believe I desire to kill him? Where has that suspicion come from, Acquitor? I did say "speak", did I not? I was not being euphemistic.'

'Your reputation gives cause for alarm, Finadd.'

'I have no reason to proclaim Hull my enemy, regardless of his political allegiance. After all, if he proves to be a traitor, then the kingdom possesses its own means of dealing with him. I have no interest in interceding in such a matter. I was but endeavouring to consummate my promise to Brys.'

'What did Brys hope to achieve?'

'I'm not sure. Perhaps I was, once, but clearly everything has changed.'

Seren studied him.

'And what of you, Acquitor?' he asked. 'You will escort the merchant back to Trate. Then what?'

She shrugged. There seemed little reason to dissemble. 'I am going home, Finadd.'

'Letheras? That residence has seen little of you.'

'Clearly that is about to change.'

He nodded. 'There will be no demand for Acquitors in the foreseeable future, Seren Pedac. I would be honoured if you would consider working for me.'

'Work?'

'My estate. I am involved in ... extensive enterprises, You have integrity, Acquitor. You are someone I could trust.' He hesitated, then added, 'Do not feel you need to answer here and now. I ask that you think on it. I shall call upon you in Letheras.'

'I think, Finadd,' Seren said, 'that you will find yourself rather preoccupied with your military duties, given what is about to happen.'

'My position is in the palace. I do not command armies.' He looked round, and his gap-toothed smile returned. 'These savages won't reach Letheras. They'll be lucky to make it across the frontier. You forget, Acquitor, we've faced similar enemies before. The Nerek had their spirit goddess – what was it called?'

'The Eres'al.'

'Yes, that's it. The Eres'al. And the Tarthenal their five Seregahl, the Wrath Wielders. Warlocks and witches, curses and demons, we obliterated them one and all. And the Ceda and his cadre barely broke a sweat.'

'I fear this time it will be different, Finadd.'

He cocked his head. 'Acquitor, when you think of the Merchant Tolls, what do you imagine it to be?'

'I don't understand—'

'The commercial core, the heart of the financial system which drives all of Lether, its every citizen, its very way of looking at the world. The Tolls are not simply coins stacked high in some secret vault. Not just traders howling their numbers before the day's close. The Tolls are the roots of our civilization, the fibres reaching out to infest everything. Everything.'

'What is your point, Finadd?'

'You are cleverer than that, Acquitor. You understand full well. That heart feeds on the best and the worst in human nature. Exaltation and achievement, ambition and greed, all acting in self-serving concert. Thus, four facets of our nature, and not one sits well with constraints on its behaviour, on its expression. We win not just with armies, Seren Pedac. We win because our system appeals to the best and worst within all people, not just humans.'

'Destiny.'

He shrugged. 'Call it what you will. But we have made it inevitable and all-devouring—'

'I see little of exaltation and achievement in what we do, Finadd. It would seem there is a growing imbalance—'

His laugh cut her off. 'And that is the truth of freedom, Seren Pedac.'

She could feel her anger rising. 'I always believed freedom concerned the granted right to be different, without fear of repression.'

'A lofty notion, but you won't find it in the real world. We have hammered freedom into a sword. And if you won't be like us we will use that sword to kill you one by one, until your spirit is broken.'

'What if the Tiste Edur surprise you, Finadd? Will you in turn choose to die in defence of your great cause?'

'Some can die. Some will. Indeed, unlikely as it is, we may all die. But, unless the victors leave naught but ashes in their wake, the heart will beat on. Its roots will find new flesh.