Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,59

Do you want the curse undone? Do you long for eternal night? The final stealthy departure of your slinking soul? Do you want to be resurrected in truth? Gifted life once more? Revenge against the one who cursed you?'

'I already did that.'

'All right. I admit I'm not surprised. Who was blamed for it?'

'Gerun Eberict.'

'Oh, that's clever. Speaking of him ...'

'Is he one of your targets?'

'Very much so.'

'I don't like assassination, in principle. Besides, he's killed more than one knave.'

'I don't want you to kill him, Shurq. Just steal his fortune.'

'Gerun Eberict has been getting more brazen, it's true.'

'An actual liability.'

'Assuming maintaining the status quo is a worthwhile endeavour.'

'Make no assumptions, Shurq. It's more a matter of who's controlling the dissolution of said status quo. The Finadd is losing control of his own appetites.'

'Are you one of his targets, Tehol?'

'Not that I'm aware of, not yet, anyway. Preferably not at all.'

'It would be quite a challenge defeating his estate's defensive measures.'

'I'm sure it would.'

'As for my retainer, I'm not interested in living again. Nor in dying with finality. No, what I want is to be granted the semblance of life.'

Tehol's brows rose.

'I want my skin glowing with palpable vigour. I want a certain dark allure to my eyes. My hair needs styling. New clothes, a flowery scent lingering in my wake. And I want to feel pleasure again.'

'Pleasure?'

'Sexual.'

'Maybe it's just the company you've been keeping.'

'Don't make me laugh.'

'You'll cough up stuff.'

'You don't want to know, Tehol Beddict. Maybe we can do something about that, too. That fiver water is three years old.'

'I'm curious. How do you manage to speak without breath?'

'I don't know. I can draw air into my throat. It starts drying out after a while.'

'I've noticed. All right, some of those things can be achieved easily enough, although we'll have to be circumspect. Others, for example the reawakening of pleasure, will obviously be more problematic. But I'm sure something can be managed—'

'It won't be cheap.'

'I'm sure Gerun Eberict will be happy to pay for it.'

'What if it takes all he has?'

Tehol shrugged. 'My dear, the money is not the point of the exercise. I was planning on dumping it in the river.'

She studied him in silence for a moment longer, then said, 'I could take it with me.'

'Don't make me laugh, Shurq. Seriously.'

'Why?'

'Because it's a very infectious laugh.'

'Ah. Point taken.'

'And the retainer?' Tehol asked.

'Taken, as well. Presumably, you don't want me hanging around you.'

'Midnight meetings like this one should suffice. Come by tomorrow night, and we'll make of you a new woman.'

'So long as I smell new.'

'Don't worry. I know just the people for the task at hand.'

The thief left by climbing down the outside wall of the building. Tehol stood at the roof's edge and watched her progress, then, when she had reached the alley below, he permitted himself a roll of the eyes. He turned away and approached his bed.

Only to hear voices down below. Surprised tones from Bugg, but not alarm. And loud enough to warn Tehol in case Shurq had lingered.

Tehol sighed. Life had been better – simpler – only a few weeks ago. When he'd been without plans, schemes, goals. Without, in short, purpose. A modest stir, and now everyone wanted to see him.

Creaks from the ladder, then a dark figure climbed into view.

It was a moment before Tehol recognized him, and his brows rose a moment before he stepped forward. 'Well, this is unexpected.'

'Your manservant seemed sure that you'd be awake. Why is that?'

'Dear brother, Bugg's talents are veritably preternatural.'

Brys walked over to the bed and studied it for a moment. 'What happens when it rains?'

'Alas, I am forced to retire to the room below. There to suffer Bugg's incessant snoring.'

'Is that what's driven you to sleeping on the roof?'

Tehol smiled, then realized it was not likely Brys could see that smile in the darkness. Then decided it was all for the best. 'King's Champion. I have been remiss in congratulating you. Thus, congratulations.'

Brys was motionless. 'How often do you visit the crypt? Or do you ever visit?'

Crossing his arms, Tehol swung his gaze to the canal below. A smeared gleam of reflected stars, crawling through the city. 'It's been years, Brys.'

'Since you last visited?'

'Since they died. We all have different ways of honouring their memory. The family crypt?' He shrugged. 'A stone-walled sunken room containing nothing of consequence.'

'I see. I'm curious, Tehol, how precisely do you honour their memory these days?'

'You have no idea.'

'No, I don't.'

Tehol rubbed at his eyes, only now