raised one well-plucked eyebrow. 'It seems that we are the ignorant ones.'
'Let me see that!' Korsten dan Vurms snatched the paper out of her hands and started to read it. 'It can't be,' he muttered. 'It can't be!'
'I'm afraid that it is.' Glokta treated the assembly to his toothless leer. 'Arch Lector Sult is most concerned. He has asked me to look into the disappearance of Superior Davoust, and also to examine the city's defences. To examine them carefully, and to ensure that the Gurkish stay on the other side of them. He has instructed me to use whatever measures I deem necessary.' He gave a significant pause. 'Whatever… measures.'
'What is that?' grumbled the Lord Governor. 'I demand to know what is going on!'
Vissbruck had the paper now. 'The King's writ,' he breathed, mopping his sweaty forehead on the back of his sleeve, 'signed by all twelve chairs on the Closed Council. It grants full powers!' He laid it down gently on the inlaid table-top, as though worried it might suddenly burst into flames. 'This is—'
'We all know what it is.' Magister Eider was watching Glokta thoughtfully, one fingertip stroking her smooth cheek.
Like a merchant who suddenly becomes aware that her supposedly ignorant customer has fleeced her, and not the other way around
. 'It seems Superior Glokta will be taking charge.'
'I would hardly say taking charge, but I will be attending all further meetings of this council. You should consider that the first of a very great number of changes.' Glokta gave a comfortable sigh as he settled into his beautiful chair, stretching out his aching leg, resting his aching back.
Almost comfortable
. He glanced across the frowning faces of the city's ruling council.
Except, of course, that one of these charming people is most likely a dangerous traitor. A traitor who has already arranged the disappearance of one Superior, and may very well now be considering the removal of a second
…
Glokta cleared his throat. 'Now then, General Vissbruck, what were you saying as I arrived? Something about the walls?'
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The Wounds of the Past
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'The mistakes of old,' intoned Bayaz with the highest pomposity, 'should be made only once. Any worthwhile education, therefore, must be founded on a sound understanding of history.'
Jezal gave vent to a ragged sigh. Why on earth the old man had undertaken to enlighten him was past his understanding. The towering self-interest, perhaps, of the mildly senile was to blame. In any case, Jezal was unshakable in his determination not to learn a thing.
'… yes, history,' the Magus was musing, 'there is a lot of history in Calcis…'
Jezal glanced around him, unimpressed in the extreme. If history was nothing more than age, then Calcis, ancient city-port of the Old Empire, was plainly rich with it. If history went further—to grandeur, to glory, to something which stirred the blood—then it was conspicuously absent.
Doubtless the city had been carefully laid out, with wide, straight streets positioned to give the traveller magnificent views. But what might once have been proud civic vistas, the long centuries had reduced to panoramas of decay. Everywhere there were abandoned houses, empty windows and doorways gazing sadly out into the rutted squares. They passed side-streets choked with weeds, with rubble, with rotting timbers. Half the bridges across the sluggish river had collapsed and never been repaired; half the trees in the broad avenues were dead and withered, throttled by ivy.
There was none of the sheer life that crammed Adua, from the docks, to the slums, to the Agriont itself. Jezal's home might have sometimes seemed swarming, squabbling, bursting at the seams with humanity, but, as he watched the few threadbare citizens of Calcis traipsing through their rotting relic of a city, he was in no doubt which atmosphere he preferred.
'… you will have many opportunities to improve yourself on this journey of ours, my young friend, and I suggest you take
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