Redeemer-

A fist closed in the short hair at the back of her neck. She was savagely pulled upright, head yanked round. She stared up into Gradithan’s grinning face.

‘You should never have come back,’ the man said. His breath stank of kelyk, and she saw the brown stains on his lips and mouth. His eyes looked strangely slick, like stones washed by waves. ‘I am tempted, Priestess, to give you to my Urdomen-not that they’d have you.’Urdomen. He was an Urdo, a commander of the fanatic elites. Now I begin to underst-

‘But Monkrat might.’

She frowned. What had he been saying? ‘Leave me,’ she said, and was shocked at how thin and weak her voice sounded. ‘I want to pray.’

He twisted his grip, forcing her round to face him, close enough to be lovers. ‘Monkrat!’

Someone came up beside them.

‘Get some saemankelyk. I’d like to see how well she dances.’ She could feel his hard knuckles pressing the back of her neck, twisting and ripping hair from its roots, pushing into the bruises he’d already made. ‘I can give you nothing,’ she said.

‘Oh, but you will,’ he replied. ‘You’ll give us a path,’ and he turned her back to face the barrow, ‘straight to him.’

She did not understand, and yet fear gripped her, and as she heard someone hurrying up, bottle swishing, her fear burgeoned into terror.

Gradithan tugged her head further back. ‘You are going to drink, woman. Waste a drop and you’ll pay.’

Monkrat came close, lifting the bottle with its stained mouth to her lips.

She sought to twist her face away but the Urdo’s grip denied that. He reached up with his other hand and closed her nostrils.

‘Drink, and then you can breathe again.’

Salind drank.

Finding her gone from her room, Spinnock Durav stood for a long moment, star-ing down at the rumpled mattress of the cot, noting the missing blanket, seeing that she’d left most of her clothes behind, including her moccasins. He told himself he should not be surprised. She had not much welcomed his attentions.

Still, he felt as if some cold, grinning bastard had carved a gaping hole in his chest. It was absurd, that he should have been careless enough, complacent enough, to find himself this vulnerable. A human woman of so few years-he was worse than some old man sitting on the temple steps and drooling at every young thing sauntering past. Love could be such a squalid emotion: burning bright in the midst of pathos, the subject of pity and contempt, it blazed with brilliant stupidity all the same.

Furious with himself, he wheeled about and strode from the room.

In a city of unending Night, no bell was too early for a drink. He left the temple and the keep, made his way down ghostly streets to the Scour.

Inside, Resto was behind the bar, red-eyed and scratching at his beard and saying nothing as Spinnock walked to the table at the back. Tavern-keepers knew well the myriad faces of misery, and unbidden he drew a tall tankard of ale, bringing it over with gaze averted.

Glaring at the other tables-all empty; he was the only customer-Spinnock collected the tankard and swallowed down half its foamy contents. Moments after Resto delivered the third Mitch tankard the door opened and In walked Seerdomin.

Spinnock felt a sudden apprehension. Even from there the man smelled of blood, and his face was a ravaged thing, aged and pallid, the eyes so haunted that the Tiste Andii had to look away.

As if unaware of his reaction, Seerdomin came to Spinnock’s table and sat down opposite him. Resto arrived with a jug and a second tankard.

‘She doesn’t want my help,’ Spinnock said.

Seerdomin said nothing as he poured ale into his tankard, setting the jug back down with a thump. ‘What are you talking about?’

Spinnock looked away. ‘I couldn’t find you. I searched everywhere.’

‘That desperate for a game?’

A game? Oh. Kef Tanar. ‘You are looking at a pathetic old man, Seerdomin. I fed I must sacrifice the last of my dignity, here and now, and tell you everything.’

‘I don’t know if I’m ready for that,’ the man replied. ‘Your dignity is important to me.’

Spinnock flinched, and still would not meet Seerdomin’s eyes. I have surrendered my heart.’

‘Well. You can’t marry her, though, can you?’

‘Who?’

‘The High Priestess-although it’s about time you realized that she loves you in return, probably always has. You damned Andii-you live so long it’s as if you’re incapable of grasping on to things in the here and now. If I had your endless years… no, scratch out the eyes of that thought. I don’t want them. I’ve lived too long as it is.’




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