Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,265

be more, but why quibble? The point I am making, master, is that, long ago, a Jaghut did something to this land. Sealed it, in a manner of speaking. Using its aspected sorcery. The effect was profound.'

'Making the pathways of the dead snowbound, like a mountain pass in winter?'

'Something like that, yes.'

'So the dead loiter in Lether. Ghosts, shades, and people like Shurq Elalle and Kettle.'

'Indeed. But that is all changing.'

Tehol ceased his pacing and faced Bugg. 'It is?'

'Alas, yes, master. The sorcery is ... thawing. A Hold of the Dead is manifesting itself. The situation is unravelling. Quickly.'

'Does this mean Shurq is in trouble?'

'No. I suspect the curse on her will remain. But the initial efficacy of that curse derives from the fact of the Hold's having been non-existent in the first place.'

'All right. It's all unravelling. Have you visited Kettle lately?'

'Interesting you should ask, master, for it is at the site of the now-dead Azath tower that the Hold of the Dead is manifesting itself. From that, one might conclude that Kettle is somehow connected with the entire event, but she isn't. In fact, she's no longer dead. Not as dead as she was, that is. It is now clear that her purpose is ... otherwise. As you know, there's trouble coming from the barrows.'

'What's that smoke? Over there.'

Bugg squinted. 'Another riot, I think. Counters' Quarter.'

'Well, they've been a little skittish ever since the ghosts stormed the Tolls Repository. Besides which, the Tolls themselves have been tumbling with all the bad news from the north. In fact, I'm surprised it's taken this long.'

They could hear bells now, as the city's garrison began responding to the alarm from various stations near the area.

'That won't last long,' Bugg predicted.

'Yes, but I am reminded of something,' Tehol said. 'The time has come, I think, to see Shand, Hejun and Rissarh on their way.'

'Will they complain?'

'Less than one might expect. This is a nervous city. The few non-Letherii remaining are being subjected to harassment, and not just by citizens. The authorities are showing their racist underpinnings with all these suspicions and the eagerness to tread over hard-won rights.'

'Proof that the freedoms once accorded non-Letherii peoples were born of both paternalism and a self-serving posturing as a benign overseer. What is given is taken away, just like that.'

'Indeed, Bugg. Is it because, do you think, at the human core, we are naught but liars and cheats?'

'Probably.'

'With no hope of ever overcoming our instinctive nastiness?'

'Hard to say. How have we done so far?'

'That's not fair. Oh, fine, it's perfectly fair. But it doesn't bode well, does it?'

'Few things do, master.'

'Well, this is uncharacteristically glum of you, Bugg.'

'Alas, I fear the Tiste Edur won't be any better. Coin is the poison, after all, and it infects indiscriminately.'

'As I suspected,' Tehol mused, 'clearly, now is not the time to destroy the economy.'

'Either way, you're right, master.'

'Of course I am. Furthermore, it seems incumbent that, for the moment at least, we should do nothing. About anything. The Rat Catchers' Guild has done a fine job thus far; we need make no adjustments there. I know the details of who owes what from the Tolls Repository and Shand has acted with impressive facility on that information. We know the dire state of the royal treasury. You have been paid for your work on the Eternal Domicile, haven't you?'

'Just yesterday, master.'

'Excellent. Well, that was exhausting. I think I'll go back to bed.'

'Good idea, master.'

'After all, this rooftop is probably the safest place in Letheras now.'

'Indeed. Best stay here.'

'And you, Bugg?'

'I thought I'd take a walk.'

'More rumours to track down?'

'Something like that, master.'

'Be careful, Bugg, they're press-ganging recruits with some ferocity.'

'I was wondering about that, master. No-one's paid you a visit?'

'Why, they have. But our silent bodyguard sent them away.'

'He said something?'

'No, it was just a look, I think. They scurried.'

'Impressive. As for me, master, I have ways of making myself unpalatable, even for desperate recruiters.'

'You have always been unpalatable, it's true,' Tehol noted as he gingerly lowered himself onto his bed. 'Even the fleas avoid you. Just one more of those eternal mysteries, Bugg, that so endears you to me. Or is it endears me to you?'

'The former, I think, master.'

'Oh, no. You don't like me. I discover this after all this time?'

'I was only commenting on your usage of the appropriate phrase in the context of your statement and the sentiment you presumably wished to express. Of course I like you, master. How could I not?'

'You have a