Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,193

of him. 'I've been waiting. Bugg made soup. Where have you been?'

'What are you doing out?' Tehol asked. 'You're supposed to be holed up right now. This is dangerous—'

'I needed to talk to you,' she cut in. 'It's about Harlest.'

'What about him?'

'He wants his sharp teeth and talons. It's all we ever hear. Fangs and talons, fangs and talons. We're sick of it. Where's Selush? Why haven't you made arrangements? You're treating us like corpses, but even the dead have needs, you know.'

'Well, no, I didn't know that. In any case, tell Harlest that Selush is working on this, probably right now in fact. Sharp solutions are forthcoming.'

'Don't make me laugh.'

'Sorry. Are you in need of a refill?'

'A what?'

'Well, uh, more herbs and stuff, I mean.'

'I don't know. Am I? Do I smell or something?'

'No. Only of sweet things, Shurq. I assure you.'

'I am less inspired by your assurances as time goes on, Tehol Beddict.'

'What a terrible thing to say! Have we stumbled yet?'

'When is Gerun Eberict returning?'

'Soon, it turns out. Things should get exciting then.'

'I am capable of excitement regarding one thing and one thing only, and that has nothing to do with Gerun Eberict. However, I want to steal again. Anything, from whomever. Point me in a direction. Any direction.'

'Well, there is of course the Tolls Repository. But that's impregnable, obviously. Or, let's see, the royal vaults, but again, impossible.'

'The Tolls. Yes, that sounds challenging.'

'You won't succeed, Shurq. No-one ever has, and that includes Green Pig who was a sorceror nearly to rival the Ceda himself—'

'I knew Green Pig. He suffered from overconfidence.'

'And was torn limb from limb as a result.'

'What do you want stolen from the Tolls Repository?'

'Shurq—'

'What?'

Tehol glanced round. 'All right. I want to find out which lender holds the largest royal debt. The king has been borrowing prodigiously, and not just to finance the Eternal Domicile. So, who and how much. Same for Queen Janall. And whatever she's done in her son's name.'

'Is that all? No gold? No diamonds?'

'That's right. No gold, no diamonds, and no evidence left behind that anyone was ever in there.'

'I can do that.'

'No you can't. You'll get caught. And dismembered.'

'Oh, that will hurt.'

'Maybe not, but it'll prove inconvenient.'

'I won't get caught, Tehol Beddict. Now, what did you want from the royal vaults?'

'A tally.'

'You want to know the present state of the treasury.'

'Yes.'

'I can do that.'

'No you can't.'

'Why not?'

'Because you'll have been dismembered by then.'

'Thus permitting me to slip into places where I otherwise wouldn't fit.'

'Shurq, they take your head off too, you know. It's the last thing they do.'

'Really? That's barbaric.'

'Like I said, you would be greatly inconvenienced.'

'I would at that. Well, I shall endeavour to be careful. Mind you, even a head can count.'

'What would you have me do, break in and lob your head into the vaults? Tied to a rope so I can pull you out again when you're done?'

'That sounds somewhat problematic.'

'It does, doesn't it?'

'Can't you plan any better than that, Tehol Beddict? My faith in you is fast diminishing.'

'Can't be helped, I suppose. What's this I hear about you purchasing a seagoing vessel?'

'That was supposed to be a secret. Bugg said he wouldn't tell—'

'He didn't. I have my own sources of intelligence, especially when the owner of the vessel just sold happens to be me. Indirectly, of course.'

'All right. Me and Ublala and Harlest, we want to be pirates.'

'Don't make me laugh, Shurq.'

'Now you're being cruel.'

'Sorry. Pirates, you say. Well, all three of you are notoriously hard to drown. Might work at that.'

'Your confidence and well-wishing overwhelms me.'

'And when do you plan on embarking on this new venture?'

'When you're done with us, of course.'

Tehol tugged up his trousers again. 'Yet another edifying conversation with you, Shurq. Now, I smell something that might well be soup, and you need to go back to your crypt.'

'Sometimes I really hate you.'

He led her by the hand down the shallow, crumbling steps. She liked these journeys, even though the places he took her were strange and often ... disturbing. This time, they descended an inverted stepped pyramid – at least that was what he called it. Four sides to the vast, funnelled pit, and at the base there was a small square of darkness.

The air was humid enough to leave droplets on her bare arms. Far overhead, the sky was white and formless. She did not know if it was hot – memories of such sensations had begun to fade, along with so many other things.

They reached the base