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. I 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 ear. 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.’
Doranei raised his head. ‘Not drunk.’
Something smacked into the side of his head and the bar fall sideways just before the floor hit him. He tried to take another drink, but his beer had disappeared and its loss seemed to drain his will.
He groaned slowly, then his body went limp.
‘So why’d you do that?’ Janna said once she’d stopped laughing.
‘See the sparrow at the door?’
‘That lost puppy that followed you in? ’ard to miss, m’lovely.’
‘I brought him here to speak to Doranei. He’s been checking out the pubs down by the docks, asking for the Brotherhood.’
‘Tsatach’s burning arse! Simple, is ’e?’ Janna exclaimed.
‘Desperate, more like,’ Sebe countered with a shrug. ‘Anyway, thought I’d let boyo here decide what to
‘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. I 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 ear. 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.’
Doranei raised his head. ‘Not drunk.’
Something smacked into the side of his head and the bar fall sideways just before the floor hit him. He tried to take another drink, but his beer had disappeared and its loss seemed to drain his will.
He groaned slowly, then his body went limp.
‘So why’d you do that?’ Janna said once she’d stopped laughing.
‘See the sparrow at the door?’
‘That lost puppy that followed you in? ’ard to miss, m’lovely.’
‘I brought him here to speak to Doranei. He’s been checking out the pubs down by the docks, asking for the Brotherhood.’
‘Tsatach’s burning arse! Simple, is ’e?’ Janna exclaimed.
‘Desperate, more like,’ Sebe countered with a shrug. ‘Anyway, thought I’d let boyo here decide what to
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