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Authors: Stephen Deas
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‘No one leaves this ship,’ he said.
Gelisya nodded again and watched as he paced round the cabin. His soldiers were out on the deck. She waited for a minute or two. With a bit of luck, the Crown-Taker would kill the men Talon sent down to the hold. She idly took a few steps to where a jug of wine stood on a small rimmed table and poured a goblet for herself. She took a sip, careful that Talon saw her do it, although he would never see her swallow.
Enough to kill six men
. And it was no secret that Talon liked his wine. She didn’t look at it though, nor at the remaining goblet beside the jug. Just looked at Talon and cowered like a little girl from his anger, lifting her own shaking goblet to her lips and yet never drinking, until at last he poured one for himself without even thinking and drained it. He was in the middle of waving his fist, telling her how everything was going to change and be put right – she nodding because yes, that was exactly what would happen – in the middle of telling her how she was a witch and how she had brought ruin on Syannis, when his eyes went very wide. His mouth fell open. His face turned a shade blue and his fingers grew limp. His cup slipped between them and fell to the floor.
Gelisya stood a little straighter. She smiled and offered him her goblet, and then dropped that one to the floor too, still full. A dark stain of wine spread over the wood. ‘Yes,’ she whispered in Talon’s ear. ‘You’re right.’ She put her arms around him and caught him as he sank to his knees. ‘All gone now. All done. All finished.’
His eyes rolled back. She dropped him onto the floor and screamed. ‘Murder! Help! Hawks! Guards!’
The first men into the room were three of the Hawks Talon had brought with him. They stared dumbfounded, stunned for just long enough for two of her own guards to arrive before they understood what they were seeing. One drew his sword.
‘Help!’ Gelisya looked straight at the onrushing king’s guard and pointed at the mercenaries. ‘They’ve come to murder me!’
As the room filled with fighting, she slipped away, not waiting to see who would win. She ran out onto the decks. ‘King’s men!’ She called. ‘To me! The mercenaries are traitors and murderers! Take them all!’
And then she watched as the Hawks and her guards killed each other, and her heart raced with the thrill of it. Saffran would have chided her for this, but the sight excited her. The Hawks didn’t die easily either and she lost half of her guards before it was done; and then more of Talon’s men emerged, the ones he’d sent to the hold, the ones the Crown-Taker hadn’t killed after all. They rushed out, swords drawn, and for a fleeting moment she tasted fear. One of them broke through and ran at her. She drew out the golden knife to cut his soul and make him hers. It fumbled through her hasty fingers and dropped to the deck.
But the soldier paused as a flicker of doubt crossed his face; she was barely more than a girl, after all. And then blood bubbled out of his mouth and he collapsed. Lucama offered her a little bow. Gelisya steadied herself against him. She liked this one, she thought. A quick count – three of her guards left standing, that was all – but Talon’s soldiers were dead now, every one of them. She started to laugh. Aimes gone, Syannis gone, Talon gone, all of them out of her way.
Then she saw him: Berren. The Crown-Taker. The murderer. Standing on the deck by the hatch to the hold with a sword in one hand, her bonds-maid over his shoulder and the little bastard boy tucked under his other arm. She flinched away, even though the whole length of the sloop was between them. She looked over her shoulder for her warlocks. ‘Vallas! Saffran!’ But Saffran Kuy was dead and the soap-maker was nowhere to be seen.
Lucama forced himself to breathe steadily, the way Silvestre had taught them. Nice and slow and pushing the fear and the bloodlust both away. Three of them left, one on either side and him in the middle. And here was his old friend the Bloody Judge, staring back at them, cold and unyielding. The Judge bared his teeth and hissed. Either side of Lucama, the two other guards stepped back a pace.
‘My name is Berren!’ he said. ‘They call me the Crown-Taker. I’ve killed more men than I can remember, and I took joy in none of it!’ He took a pace towards them.
Lucama saluted and took up his guard. ‘I don’t want to fight you, Berren,’ he said.
‘I bet you don’t.’
‘But you will not pass.’
‘Kill him!’ screamed the princess. ‘He killed the king! Do your duty!’
‘Stand aside, friend,’ the Bloody Judge growled. ‘No need for you to die.’
One of the other soldiers moved forward. Lucama put a hand to his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. ‘I was there in Kalda, Berren. I know what the queen’s message said. I brought it to you after all. You should go. You have what you were promised. Take them and leave.’
Princess Gelisya screamed again. ‘Kill him! King’s guard! Obey me!’
For second after second Lucama and Berren stared each other down. Then the Bloody Judge stepped back one pace and then another, and with each step Lucama backed away in turn, taking the other soldiers with him. Behind him his princess howled, screaming curses.
She’s afraid of him. We’re all afraid of him
.
Without taking his eyes off them for a moment, Berren Crown-Taker, the Bloody Judge of Tethis, backed away to the ladders still slung over the side, to where Prince Talon’s longboats bobbed in the water. He sheathed his sword and climbed carefully down, carrying his burdens with him. Lucama watched him go.
We could rush him
, he thought.
One man carrying a body over his shoulder and another under his arm, and he’s only got one sword, even if he really is that quick
. But he didn’t move. Instead, he let his eyes linger on the ladder, watched it shudder with each step that Berren took towards the water, until it finally went limp.
Gelisya was screaming something about crossbows, but Lucama knew they didn’t have any. He didn’t tell her; and when she vanished into the cabins to look for one, he strolled to the side of the ship. He watched Berren row slowly away to the shore. After a bit he took hold of his badge, the badge of the king’s guard, and tore it off his chest.
‘Good luck to you, thief-taker’s boy,’ he murmured. He tossed the badge into the water and turned away. Then he put his hand to his sword and went looking for mad Princess Gelisya.
With thanks to the usual suspects: Simon Spanton, devourer of unnecessary prologues, who I finally managed to put on a diet with this one. To my agent John Jarrold. To the copy-editors and proofreaders, whose names I’ve rarely known. To David Young for the covers and to all of you for reading this.
This is the end of the thief-taker’s story, but not of Berren’s and Saffran Kuy got one thing at least a bit right:
Dragons for one of you. Queens for both!
So Berren will return in
Dragon Queen
. Information on such things occasionally crops up at
www.stephendeas.com
. Other things also crop up. Some of them are even worth reading.
And lastly, if you liked this book, please tell lots and lots of people so there can be more.
Also by Stephen Deas from Gollancz:
THE ADAMANTINE PALACE
THE KING OF THE CRAGS
THE ORDER OF THE SCALES
THE BLACK MAUSOLEUM
THE THIEF-TAKER’S APPRENTICE
THE WARLOCK’S SHADOW
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