Tom Lloyd - The Grave thief

Prob'ly not a surprise, fanna does work here. Unless…

With painstakingly slowness a thought struck him and with great difficultly Doranei turned his head again, this time to look down the length of the bar.

Shit. Must've forgotten to leave the Light Fingers. Why th' hell would I sit in this dump so long?

Another tankard of beer slammed down on the bar top in front of him.

Ah, Doranei's battered face skewed into a lopsided grin as he reached for the tankard. That's why.

'Still awake, there? Where's your Brother then, m'lovely?' The woman spoke slowly and precisely.

M'lovely. Qods 1 hated bein' called that-that why I stopped shagging her? A fitful burst of activity took place in Doranei's memory.

Or was it 'cos I said she smelled like a mule ar' she kicked my balls up into my guts? He nodded sagely and Janna snorted in irritation.

'Still playin' the mystery then? Fine, piss on you. Let's see if you're drunk enough for me to nick one of those posh cigars you're smokin' these days.'

Janna reached forward, a little hesitantly at first, until she was convinced Doranei wasn't reacting at all, at which point she gave a toothy grin and slipped a practised hand inside his tunic to retrieve a silver cigar case. 'Well ain't that lovely,' she said chattily. 'It's got a bee on it and everythin'-' She stopped, the amusement suddenly falling from her face. 'Gods, your boss give you this?'

Doranei stared down at the bar for a while, then tried to reach for his pocket. He got his hand in there on the second attempt.

Cigar case's gone. Bugger. That supposed to happen here? Someone nickin' from me in a Brotherhood pub? Bloody stupid, that.

Janna pulled out a cigar and set the case on the bar, lighting her plunder from a lamp and puffing hard until it was properly lit. Then she returned the case to Doranei's pocket and set her elbows on the bar so her face was only a few inches from his.

'Now then, m'lovely, where's your boy Sebe? Next time you see 'im, tell 'im I've missed 'im and all 'is lovely scars. Gods, you should've 'eard me scream when I saw 'im bald as a fucking baby last week! Scary bloody baby, but never mind, I love 'im anyway. But I said to 'im, m'lovely, "I've got nothin' to 'old onto", I said, and you know 'ow much I like doin' that!' Janna gave a cackle that momentarily quietened the rest of the pub.

Janna. Girl 's got good punch on her, Doranei though dreamily, lifting his beer and drinking automatically. Foor Sebe, boy's smitten. Mind you, good punch is somethin' to respect, an' that smile lights up th' whole bloody room. She'll be a terror once he gets the guts to marry her, but she'll treat him right. Randy li'l fucker knows how to stay on her good side.

'So what were the women in Scree like, eh?' Janna continued in a conspiratorial voice, undeterred by the lack of response.

'Lookers? Bet they're an ugly lot, all black-haired Farlan bastard stock ain't they?'

'Women?' said Doranei suddenly, as though only now waking from a dream.

'Fuck me, it lives,' Janna chuckled. 'Now that's an interesting thing, 'e don't pay a blind bloody bit of notice until I bring up the subject of skirt!'

She reached out and patted his cheek. 'Doranei, m'lovely, am I to think you're finally past pining for me and 'ave got yourself a lady, or did you just meet a whore even better than me?'

Doranei took another swig of beer and let the words slowly settle into an order he could understand.

Women.

Pining.

Lady.

A vision of the three women he'd seen most often in Scree appeared in his mind: Haipar the shapeshifter, Legana, the Farlan assassin, and of course Princess Zhia Vukotic, vampire, and enemy of the Gods.

'Bloody scary,' he announced finally.

Janna laughed. 'Fuck me, that ugly, eh?'

Doranei thought a little longer. Eventually he shook his head hard. 'Not ugly, beautiful,' he said once he'd regained his balance. He clutched the bar for support.

'Why's that scary, then, m'lovely?'

'Too beautiful. Too dangerous. Too-' His voice trailed off, his attention fixed upon the tankard before him.

'Piss and daemons, you do 'ave it bad, don't you? What's 'er name, then?'

Doranei focused on Janna's face. The same mess of tight brown curls, the same round face and beaming smile, a canine missing on the left side.

Janna's lovely, why didn't I stay with her? Sebe's got more sense than me. He might be scared of]anna's temper, but nothin' more. What sort of fool falls in love with a woman who bloody terrifies him?

'Secret.'

'A secret? M'lovely, I've seen every bloody inch o' you from more directions than I care t'remember; you've got nothin' you need to 'ide from me.'

'Can't tell'

Janna gave a snort of disappointment. 'But she's the reason you're drinkin' all alone? The reason you were 'ere last night too? Fuck me, m'lovely, thought you lot worked at night?'

'Not th'only reason,' Doranei muttered, a stubborn set to his jaw. Unbidden, his finger touched the small scar Zhia had left on his bottom lip, his only memento of her.

'Not the only reason,' she echoed, 'aye well, I've 'eard stories about what 'appened there, so I can believe you.' She took a long swig of his beer. 'I'd be drinking brandy in your place if 'alf of what I 'eard went on there was true.'

'All true.' Doranei tugged the beer from her grip and drained it. 'But we burned him. Can't forget that. Long time comin'. I burned the bastard.'

'Burned him?' Janna whispered. 'That's a bit personal for you, ain't it?' She gave a soft gasp. 'Blood in the Dark Place, was it 'oo I think it was? That scar-'anded bastard? You burned 'im?'

Doranei felt his face twitch at the suggestion, knowing only too well who she meant. The Light Fingers was a Brotherhood pub, a safe place for the agents of the king and the city criminals they were recruited from. Janna might be just a barmaid, but she was a sharp one, and she knew most of the Brotherhood. None outside the King's Men knew the details, but it was impossible to hide the fact that Ilumene wasn't one of them any longer.

Doranei's face darkened and he shook his head slowly. 'Not him, not yet. I-'

His sentence went unfinished as a hand thumped down on his shoulder. Janna gave a delighted cry and pushed her ample frame past Doranei's face as she grabbed the newcomer and planted a fat kiss on his face.

Ah, smells like a mule. 1 remember.

'There's my beauty,' Janna cried once she'd let Sebe up for air, 'and there's even a scrap of 'air on that 'ead too.' She rubbed her hand over Sebe's scalp, which sounded like sandpaper.

'Whispering sweet nothings to my girl?' said a voice in Doranei's car. He grabbed the bar for support and levered himself around. There was a face there, indistinct and wavering for some reason.

'The fuck're you?' he muttered.

'Bloody hell, not again. Janna, got anything to sober him up?' said the blurred face. Doranei moved a little closer and it took on a little more detail. Looks like a bloody monkey. Hah, Sebe looks like a monkey too.

'I could kick 'im in the balls if you like,' Janna said with a smirk, 'woke the little bastard up a treat last time.'

Someone gripped Doranei's face and turned it to the light. He growled and pulled back, lifting his tankard to his lips and trying to blow the few remaining bubbles of froth to the other side.

'So what do you reckon, boyo, a quick kicking from my girl to wake you up?'

'So what's 'is story, m'lovely?' Janna asked before Doranei could work out he was being spoken to. 'Why's 'e moping about over some woman? That's not like 'im, not one bit.'

'Long story,' Sebe said coolly, 'and not one that's going to be told here either. He said anything about her to you?'

'Nah, jus' it's a secret.'

'It is, so if he's so drunk he starts to chatter, you put him out. He'll thank you in the morning.'