cowardice was betrayal, Brys. Of the worst sort.'
'And what of you, Tehol? What lesson are you living out right now?'
'The difference between me and our mother is that I carry no burden. No children. So, brother, I think I will end up achieving the very thing she could not do, despite her love for Father.'
'By dressing in rags and sleeping on your roof?'
'Perception enforces expectation, Brys.' And thought he saw a wry smile from his brother.
'Even so, Tehol, Gerun Eberict is not as deceived as you might believe. As, I admit, I was.'
'Until tonight?'
'I suppose so.'
'Go home, Brys,' Tehol said. 'Seren Pedac stands at Hull's back, and will continue to do so no matter how much she might disagree with whatever he seeks to do. She cannot help herself. Even genius has its flaws.'
Another grin. 'Even with you, Tehol?'
'Well, I was generalizing to put you at ease. I never include myself in my own generalizations. I am ever the exception to the rule.'
'And how do you manage that?'
'Well, I define the rules, of course. That's my particular game, brother.'
'By the Errant, I hate you sometimes, Tehol. Listen. Do not underestimate Gerun Eberict—'
'I'll take care of Gerun. Now, presumably you were followed here?'
'I hadn't thought of that. Yes, probably I was. Do you think our voices carried?'
'Not through the wards Bugg raises every night before he goes to sleep.'
'Bugg?'
Tehol clapped his brother on the shoulder and guided him towards the hatch. 'He's only mostly worthless. We ever seek out hidden talents, an exercise assuring endless amusement. For me, at least.'
'Did he not embalm our parents? The name—'
'That was Bugg. That's where I first met him, and saw immediately his lack of potential. The entrance can be viewed in secret from one place and no other, Brys. Normally, you could make no approach without being detected. And then there'd be a chase, which is messy and likely to fail on your part. You will have to kill the man – Gerun's, I suspect. And not in a duel. Outright execution, Brys. Are you up to it?'
'Of course. But you said there was no approach that could not—'
'Ah, well, I forgot to mention our tunnel'
Brys paused at the hatch. 'You have a tunnel.'
'Keeping Bugg busy is an eternal chore.'
Still five paces from the shadowed section of the warehouse wall that offered the only hiding place with a clear line of sight to the doorway of Tehol's house, Brys Beddict halted. His eyes were well adjusted, and he could see that no-one was there.
But he could smell blood. Metallic and thick.
Sword drawn, he approached.
No man could have survived such a loss. It was a black pool on the cobbles, reluctant to seep into the cracks between the set stones. A throat opened wide, the wound left to drain before the corpse had been dragged away. And the trail was plain, twin heel tracks alongside the warehouse wall, round a corner and out of sight.
The Finadd considered following it.
Then, upon seeing a single footprint, traced in dried dust on the dust, he changed his mind.
The footprint left by a child. Bared. As it dragged the dead man away.
Every city had its darkness, its denizens who prowled only at night in their own game of predator and prey. Brys knew it was not his world, nor did he wish to hunt down its secrets. These hours belonged to the white crow, and it was welcome to them.
He turned the other way, began his walk back to the palace.
His brother's formidable mind had not been idle, it seemed. His indifference no more than a feint. Which made Tehol a very dangerous man. Thank the Errant he's on my side ...
He is on my side, isn't he?
The old palace, soon to be entirely abandoned in favour of the Eternal Domicile, sat on a sunken hill, the building proper a hundred paces in from the river's seasonally uncertain banks. Sections of a high wall indicated that there had been an enclosure once, extending from the palace to the river, in which an assortment of structures had been effectively isolated from the rest of the city.
Not so much in a proprietary claim to ownership, for the structures in question predated even the founding First Empire. Perhaps, for those original builders, there had been a recognition, of sorts, of something verging on the sacred about these grounds, although, of course, not holy to the colonizers. Another possibility was that the first Letherii were possessors of a more complete arcane knowledge –