I so hated its loss and am so mortified.’
‘All right. Maybe. That’s not bad – forget the part about its being sliced in
back, lest it turn up whole. Hmm – I guess it won’t. Likely perfectly good silk
will be dumped while the pearls and gold thread are sold. And how competent was
he at the couching, Lirain?’
Lirain looked to the heavens. ‘0 Sabellia, and we call Thee the Sharp-Tongued
One! Men! Plague and drought. Bourne, can’t you be more than a man? He was …
fair. That’s all. I was on business. We are on business, love. Our assignment
for those “certain interested nobles” back in Ranke – my hind leg, it’s the
Emperor himself, worried about his half-brother’s pretty golden-haired
magnetism! – is to embarrass His pretty golden-haired Highness K-adakithis! He’s
been doing that well enough all by himself! Trying to implement civilized law in
this roach-nest of a town! Continuing to insist that temples to Savankala and
Sabellia have to be mightier than the one to the Ils these people worship, and
that Vashanka’s must be equal to Ils’s. Priests hate him and merchants hate him
and thieves hate him – and thieves make this town go!’
Bourne nodded – and demonstrated his strength by drawing a fifteen-inch dagger
to clean his nails.
Lirain tossed her girdle of silver links on to a pile of cushions and idly
fingered her navel. ‘Now we provide the finishing touch. There will never be a
threat to the Emperor from this pretty boy’s supporters again! We help Hanse the
roach into the palace.’
‘After which he is absolutely on his own,’ he said, pointing with the dagger.