‘And how are we going to afford all that?’ Shand demanded.
‘Oh,’ Tehol waved a hand, ‘we’re flush. The coin I invested for you is making a sizeable return. Time’s come to make use of it.’
‘How much of a return?’
‘More than enough-’
‘How much?’
‘Well, I haven’t actually counted it-’
Bugg spoke. ‘About a peak.’
‘Errant’s blessing!’ Shand stared at Tehol. ‘But I haven’t seen you do a thing!’
‘If you had, Shand, then I wouldn’t have been careful enough. Now, best we start with just the names I’ve given you. The next list can come later. Now, I have meetings scheduled this night-’
‘What kind of meetings?’
‘Oh, this and that. Now, please, I beg you – no more charging in through my front door. It’s bound to get noticed sooner or later, and that could be bad.’
‘What have you two been eating?’ Rissarh suddenly asked, her nose wrinkling.
‘This and that,’ Bugg replied.
‘Come on,’ Shand said to her companions, ‘let’s go home. Maybe Ublala will turn up.’
‘I’m sure he will,’ Tehol said, smiling as he escorted the three women to the doorway. ‘Now, get some sleep. You’ve busy times ahead.’
Hejun half turned. ‘Cargo Olives – Horul who?’
Shand reached out and dragged Hejun into the alley.
Still smiling, Tehol adjusted the curtain until it once more covered the entrance. Then he spun round. ‘That went well.’
‘Rissarh had a knife,’ Bugg said, ‘tucked up along her wrist.’
‘She did? Tucked up?’
‘Yes, master.’
Tehol walked to the ladder. ‘I trust you had your own knives close to hand.’
‘I don’t have any knives.’
Tehol paused, one hand on the nearest rung. ‘What? Well, where are all our weapons?’
‘We don’t have any weapons, master.’
‘None? Did we ever?’
‘No. Some wooden spoons…’
‘And are you adept with them?’
‘Very.’
‘Well, that’s all right, then. You coming?’
‘In a moment, master.’
‘Right, and be sure to clean up. This place is a dreadful mess.’
‘If I find the time.’
Ublala Pung was lying face-down on the roof, near the bed.
‘Ublala,’ Tehol said, approaching, ‘is something wrong?’
‘No.’ The word was muffled.
‘What are you doing down there?’
‘Nothing.’
‘Well, we’re about to have a guest who wants to meet you.’
‘That’s fine.’
‘It might be worth your while to endeavour to make a good impression,’ Tehol said.
‘All right.’
‘That might prove a little difficult, Ublala, with you lying there like that. When I first came up, I admit to thinking that you were dead.’ He paused, then, considering, and brightened. ‘Mind you, that might be a good thing-’
A scuff of boots to one side, then Shurq Elalle stepped from the shadows. ‘Is this him?’
‘You’re early,’ Tehol said.
‘I am? Oh. Well, are you waiting for a necromancer to animate him or something?’
‘I would be, were he dead. Ublala, if you will, stand up. I would like to introduce you to Shurq Elalle-’
‘Is she the dead one?’ he asked, not yet moving. ‘The thief who drowned?’
‘Already you’re holding something against me,’ Shurq replied, her tone despondent.
‘We haven’t got to that yet,’ Tehol said. ‘Ublala, get up. Shurq has needs. You can meet them, and in return you get Shand, Rissarh and Hejun to leave off-
‘Why would they?’ Ublala demanded.
‘Because Shurq will tell them to.’
‘I will?’
‘Look,’ Tehol said, exasperated, ‘neither of you are co-operating here. On your feet, Ublala.’
‘That won’t be necessary,’ Shurq cut in. ‘Just roll him over.’
‘Oh, fine, that’s very nice. Crass, but nice.’ Tehol crouched down alongside Ublala, pushed his hands beneath the huge man, then lifted. Tehol’s feet skidded. He grunted, gasped, heaved again and again, to little effect.
‘Stop it,’ Shurq said in a strange voice. ‘You’re going to make me laugh. And laughing right now would be expensive.’