David Dalglish - A Dance of Shadows

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He downed the glass, then carefully removed his shirt so the stocky man could see. Of them all, Murphy was the only one with a modicum of training in the skills of the apothecary. A gap-toothed man with graying hair, Murphy loved to say he’d first learned to sew up cows, not people, but that the two were often the same. Deep down Thren believed Murphy had learned how to stitch and amputate because he loved causing pain while still getting praised for it. Had he been born of higher blood, he’d have been one of Connington’s gentle touchers for sure.

“What’s going on?” Thren asked as he motioned for Peb to refill the glass.

“Well, you’re bleeding, but it didn’t quite make it to bone.”

“I meant with the city.”

Murphy took out a long needle and some thread from the box. Thren grabbed his glass before Peb was even done pouring.

“I’ve been here all the while,” Murphy said, threading the needle. He nodded to the rest. “Ask them.”

“I have,” Martin said, taking a seat on the other side of Thren. “All we’ve got is a name. Lord Victor Kane. He’s been here hardly twenty-four hours, yet he’s already stirring up trouble.”

“What does he want?” Thren asked as the needle pierced his flesh. He didn’t let the pain show. Not in front of so many. Pain was only a tool, and right now he had no desire for it. As Peb poured his third glass, an ache swelled in Thren’s chest. There was a time when someone might have chopped off his right hand and he’d not have made a sound. Was he growing so weak that he needed the aid of alcohol for just a little cut?

Angry with himself, he pushed the glass away. Martin snapped it up for himself, drank it down, then let out a burp.

“That’s the thing,” Martin said. “We don’t know what he wants. Early this morning, while we were stalking Serpents, Victor’s men were rounding up merchants, lords, landowners… and then out they came again for us. From what I can tell, it’s all been orderly, controlled. No one’s been killed except those who resist. The rest are getting sent to the castle-whether for execution or interrogation, your guess is as good as mine.”

Thren felt the skin of his arm tightening as the needle did its work. He used it to focus, to force things into perspective.

“Edwin’s too much of a coward for this,” he said. “That, and the status quo has served him fine for years. Someone else hatched this plan, and right now, the obvious one is Lord Victor.”

“What about one of the Trifect?” Murphy asked, thread between his teeth.

“Victor might be in their pay,” Martin agreed. “An expensive gambit, but by bringing in this outsider, they pull attention away from themselves and onto him.”

Thren shook his head, then investigated the stitches on his arm. Clean work as always, but not quite done yet.

“Do it,” he told Murphy. The old man grinned, then grabbed the bottle away from Peb. The liquid poured down Thren’s arm. It burned like fire, but he gave no reaction beyond a tightening of his teeth. That done, he pulled his shirt back over his body. Despite his age, it was still pure muscle.

“We can do what we did before,” Martin suggested. “Declare war against them, and rally the rest of the guilds to counter this new threat.”

Thren met his eyes, saw the hopeful lie for what it was.

“We’re too few now,” he said. “Every night we’ve preyed on each other, and our numbers haven’t recovered from the chaos four years ago. Besides… these mercenaries aren’t normal scum with a sword. They’re too good, too well armed.”

Martin sighed, for he knew the same. Thren and Martin were easily the most skilled of all the Spider Guild, yet even they had suffered wounds in taking a squad down. The rest of the guild-clumsy men accustomed to threatening fat merchants for bribes-would stand no chance.

“We can’t let this go unpunished,” Martin said, dropping his voice lower. “The gold the Trifect pays us dwindles every year. It’s not enough to keep everyone together, and I doubt we are alone in this. If every guild breaks, it’ll be anarchy…”

“We will not break!” Thren said. All around him, men quieted, hearing the ice in his voice, the strength of his conviction. He stood from his chair, slammed a fist against the bar. “This is our city- ours . No outsider shall come in, bare swords against us, and expect to live. All of you, cowering here… get out. Now. I want your ears at every wall. I want your eyes on every street. Whatever information you can find, I want to hear it. Where this Victor lives, where he eats, where he sleeps, where he shits-I want to know it all. And if you fear being caught, or arrested, then don’t come back. You aren’t Spiders. You’re worms.”

They filed out, grabbing swords and cloaks on their way. Even Murphy left, though Thren knew he would only go upstairs to wait. Should anyone return wounded, the surgeon must be ready. When Thren sat down, he noticed a single man remained in the far corner, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his beefy chest and his strange hat in his hands. Thren turned on him, thinking a savage killing might do wonders for his mood. Then he better saw the man’s face, and grinned.

“Grayson, you ox,” Thren said. “I’ll never understand how you can hide in a crowd.”

Grayson grinned back. He was an enormous man, dark-skinned, and stood at nearly seven feet tall. The thin clothing he wore did little to conceal the muscles beneath. A four-pointed star made of gold thread was sewn into his shirt. His head was shaved, and he wore nine rings in his left ear, running up and down the cartilage. Where he came from, each ring traditionally represented a kill, yet Thren knew Grayson had been forced to adopt a new standard, with each ring counting for ten, lest his ear fall off.

Grayson joined him at the bar, slapping him once on the back.

“You banished our barkeep,” said the man, his voice deep and rumbling.

“Would you make an injured man pour drinks?”

Grayson laughed. “I’ve never seen you injured, Thren,” he said. “Just sometimes you’re bleeding more than usual.”

Grayson leaned forward, his long arms grabbing bottles and glasses from the wall. Mixing two liquors together, Grayson tasted his drink and then let out a sigh of contentment.

“From all I’ve heard, I thought you’d have little better than donkey piss and water,” he said. “Looks like Veldaren might not be as bad as rumored. Either that, or you’re the richest thief left.”

Thren bit down a retort. Grayson was from the distant city of Mordeina, and was a legendary thief in his own right. In what felt like ages past, the two had worked together, building the Spider Guild into something fearsome. But then, one terrible night, it had all come crashing down…

“The gold still flows here,” Thren said, careful to control his tone. “The protection money from the Trifect alone keeps the liquor flowing.”

“That the lie you tell yourselves so you can sleep at night?”

Grayson took a shot, poured himself another. Thren’s eyes narrowed.

“Things are not the same,” he said. “Between the Bloody Kensgold, Alyssa’s mercenaries, and now the Watcher, I dare say no thief elsewhere has faced such hardships as we have here in Veldaren.”

“Ah yes, the Watcher. I’ve been thinking of hunting him down and seeing how good he really is. You know that word of him has reached all the way to Mordeina?”

“Is that so?” Thren asked, doing his best to sound bored.

“Yes. And you know what’s worse, Thren? That’s not the only thing reaching our ears. The nobles are hearing of your little setup, this game you play. It’s giving them ideas, ideas I don’t fucking like. Already they whisper of similar arrangements, of turning our guilds against each other in the name of protection money. Mordeina won’t turn into Veldaren. The priests alone give us enough trouble. I’m a thief, and a killer. I won’t let myself become some noble’s bootlicking bodyguard.”

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