can impose a new order, probably one on fire.’
Orso swallowed again. It felt as if there was a lump in his throat he could not force down. ‘I take it their opinion of me is less than glowing?’
‘You think your mother’s a harsh critic? Wait until you hear what these bastards say about you.’
‘I have an agent in Valbeck,’ said Glokta. ‘She sent a boy back to Adua with a warning, but too late to act on, and since then … nothing. We simply have no idea of the situation inside the city.’
‘Chaos,’ growled Orso’s father, clenching his fists.
‘The success of these traitors will encourage other malcontents,’ said Glokta. ‘Other plots against His Majesty and His Majesty’s subjects. We are stretched to the limit keeping the peace. Prince Orso, yours are the only troops available.’
‘I will accompany you to Valbeck, Your Highness,’ said Pike, ‘to provide the full support of the Inquisition.’
Orso blinked. ‘But what about the North? I was—’
‘For pity’s sake!’ the king burst out with uncharacteristic violence, ripping open the top button of his braid-heavy jacket and dashing sweat angrily from his forehead. ‘Not everything is about you! The Arch Lector’s own daughter is caught up in this!’ He seemed to remember himself, cleared his throat self-consciously. ‘And many others, of course. Many sons and daughters—’
‘Wait, what?’ Orso struggled to supress a surge of utter horror. ‘Your daughter … Savine?’ Though he knew full well the Arch Lector had no others. That lump in his throat had swelled so much he could scarcely speak around it.
Glokta sagged into his chair. ‘She was in Valbeck. Visiting one of her manufactories.’ His grey lips peeled back from his ruined teeth. ‘I have not heard from her. I do not know if she is free, or a prisoner. I do not know if she is alive, or—’
‘Damn these treacherous bastards!’ burst out the king, grinding one fist into his palm. ‘I’ve more than half a mind to lead the Knights of the Body out there myself!’
‘It would be beneath the king’s dignity.’ Orso stood, the legs of his chair shrieking across the tiles. ‘I’ll go.’ Savine needed him. ‘I’ll go at once.’ And the rest of the Union, of course, but, bloody hell, Savine needed him! ‘Tunny!’ he roared, striding for the door. Almost a shriek, in truth. ‘Tell Colonel Forest we march for Valbeck immediately!’
Ugly Business
She lay on her side, her cheek on his shoulder and both legs wrapped around one of his, pressed against him, huddled against him, burrowed into the blankets beside him.
Leo was always so warm, like having one of those lovely glowing winter logs from the old firepit in bed with her. Not long ago, she’d spent weeks bitter cold, not to mention hungry, chafed and terrified, so lying warm and safe, nicely balanced between sleeping and waking, was contentment to feel awfully thankful for in Rikke’s mind. Would’ve been perfect, really.
If he could’ve just kept his mouth shut.
‘She won’t let me do a bloody thing,’ he was grumbling. ‘She treats me like … a puppy on a short leash!’
‘Lion on a leash,’ she mumbled.
‘It’s a wonder she doesn’t have me packed in a box at night.’
If his mother could’ve packed his head in a box but left the rest of him available, it would’ve suited Rikke just fine, but he probably didn’t want to hear that.
‘All we do is prod at them,’ he snapped, ‘loiter around their supply lines, nibble little victories here and there.’
‘Uh,’ grunted Rikke, stroking absently at those nice grooves in his stomach and hoping vainly that might shush him up. No such luck.
‘We need to get to grips with them.’ An uncomfortable jolt went through his shoulder as he clenched his fists. ‘Need to hurt the bastards!’
‘Isn’t that the point?’ Rikke reluctantly opened one eye and lifted her head to peer at him through it. ‘Scale and Calder and Stour between ’em have more men than us. So we slow them down. Keep them split up. Keep them guessing. Every mile we draw them on, they get weaker.’ It was somewhat troubling that she, who’d never drawn a sword, was having to explain to him, a famous warrior, how their strategy worked. ‘We wait for our moment. Your moment.’ She let her head drop back onto his shoulder and wriggled into his warmth again. ‘Wait for your friend Prince Orso to arrive—’
He jerked up, dumping her head onto the mattress and bringing her fully and unpleasantly awake.
‘Oh, yes,’ he sneered,