A Little Hatred (The Age of Madness #1) - Joe Abercrombie Page 0,13

over to me. Now. Then I can confide in Tilde that I just made the investment of a lifetime, and she won’t be able to resist investing herself. She’s not only loose-lipped, you see, but tight-fisted, too.’

‘Greed is a quality the priests abhor.’ Zuri sighed. ‘Especially the rich ones.’

‘But so widespread these days,’ lamented Savine. ‘If Lady Rucksted sees some gain in it, I daresay she can persuade her husband to make a breach in Casamir’s Wall so you can extend your canal into the Three Farms.’ And Savine could sell the worthless slum buildings she had bought on the canal’s likely route back to herself at an immense profit. ‘The marshal’s notoriously stubborn for most of us but to his wife he’s a pussycat. You know how it is with old men and their young brides.’

Kort was trapped halfway between anger and ambition. Savine rather liked him there. Most animals, after all, look better in a cage. ‘Extend my canal … into the Three Farms?’

‘The first to do so.’ Where it could service Savine’s three textile mills and the Hill Street Foundry, incidentally, and sharply raise their productivity. ‘I daresay – for a friend – I could even arrange a visit of His Majesty’s Inquisitors to a labour meeting. I imagine your troublesome workers will be far more pliable after a few stern examples are made.’

‘Stern examples,’ threw in Zuri, ‘are something the priests are always in favour of.’

Kort was almost drooling. Savine thought they had better stop before he needed a change of trousers.

‘A tenth part,’ he offered, in a voice rather hoarse.

‘Pffft.’ Savine stood and Zuri eased forward with her hat, spinning the pin in her long fingers with the delicacy of a magician. ‘You’re an architect to rival Kanedias himself, but you’re entirely lost in the maze of Aduan society. You need a guide, and I’m the best there is. Be a darling and give the fifth before I take a quarter. You know I’d be a bargain at a third.’

Kort sagged, his chin settling into the roll of fat beneath it, his eyes fixed resentfully upon her. Clearly, he was not a man who liked to lose. But where would be the fun in beating men who did?

‘Very well. One-fifth.’

‘A notary from the firm of Temple and Kahdia is already drawing up the papers. He will be in touch.’ She turned towards the door.

‘They warned me,’ Kort grunted as he slid Valint and Balk’s note from the pouch. ‘That you care about nothing but money.’

‘Why, what a pompous crowd they are. Beyond a point I passed long ago, I don’t even care about money.’ Savine flicked the brim of her hat in farewell. ‘But how else is one to keep score?’

A Little Public Hanging

‘I hate bloody hangings,’ said Orso.

One of the whores tittered as if he’d cracked quite the joke. It was the falsest laugh he had ever heard, and when it came to false laughter, he was quite the connoisseur. Everyone was false in his presence, and he the worst actor of all.

‘I guess you could stop it,’ said Hildi. ‘If you wanted.’

Orso frowned up at her, perched on the wall with her legs crossed and her chin propped on one palm.

‘Well … I suppose …’ Strange how the idea had never occurred to him before. He pictured himself springing onto the scaffold, insisting these poor people be pardoned, ushering them back to their miserable lives to tearful thanks and rapturous applause. Then he sighed. ‘But … one really shouldn’t interfere with the workings of the judiciary.’

Lies, like everything that left his mouth, engineered to make him appear just a touch less detestable. He wondered who he was trying to fool. Hildi undoubtedly saw straight through it. The truth was, when it came to stopping this, as with so much else, he simply couldn’t be arsed. He took another pinch of pearl dust, his heavy snorts ringing out as the Inquisitor in charge stepped to the front of the scaffold and the crowd fell breathlessly silent.

‘These three … people,’ and the Inquisitor swept an arm towards the chained convicts, each held under the armpit by a hooded executioner, ‘are members of the outlawed group known as the Breakers, convicted of High Treason against the Crown!’

‘Treason!’ someone screeched, then dissolved into coughing. It was a still day, so a bad one for the vapours. Not that there were many good days for the vapours lately, what with the new chimneys sprouting up all over