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jauntily off up the street, with just the one furtive glance over his shoulder as he rounded the corner.
Leaving only the question of why he was here in the first place
. Glokta hobbled through the open door and shut it quietly behind him.
Although honestly, a young man leaving a young woman's house in the early morning? One scarcely requires his Majesty's Inquisition to solve that particular mystery. Did I not leave more than my share of residences in the early hours, after all? Pretending to hope that I wasn't observed, but really rather hoping that I was
? He passed through the doorway into the living room.
Or was that a different man
?
Ardee West stood with her back to him, and he heard the sound of wine trickling into a glass. 'Did you forget something?' she asked over her shoulder, voice soft and playful.
Not a tone I often get to hear women use. Horror, disgust, and the slightest touch of pity are more common
. There was a clinking as she put the bottle away. 'Or did you decide you really couldn't live without another—' She had a crooked smile on her face as she turned, but it slid off suddenly when she saw who was standing there.
Glokta snorted. 'Don't worry, I get that reaction from everyone. Even myself, every morning, when I look into the mirror.'
If I can even manage to stand up in front of the damn thing
.
'It's not like that, and you know it. I just wasn't expecting you to wander in.'
'We've all had quite the shock this morning, then. You'll never guess who I passed in your hallway.'
She froze for just a moment, then tossed her head dismissively and slurped wine from her glass. 'Aren't you going to give me a clue?'
'Alright, I will.' Glokta winced as he lowered himself into a chair, stretching his aching leg out in front of him. 'A young officer in the King's Own, no doubt with a scintillating future ahead of him.'
Though we can all hope otherwise
.
Ardee glared at him over the rim. 'There are so many officers in the King's Own I can scarcely tell one from another.'
'Really? This one won last year's Contest, I believe.'
'I hardly remember who was in the final. Every year is like the last, don't you find?'
'True. Since I competed it's been straight downhill. But I thought you might remember this particular fellow. Looked as if someone might have hit him in the face since we last met. Quite hard, I would say.'
Though not half as hard as I'd have liked
.
'You're angry with me,' she said, but without the appearance of the slightest concern.
'I'd say disappointed. But what would you expect? I thought you were cleverer than this.'
'Cleverness is no guarantee of sensible behaviour. My father used to say so all the time.' She finished her wine with a practised flick of her head. 'Don't worry. I can look after myself.'
'No you can't. You've made that abundantly clear. You realise what will happen if people find out? You'll be shunned.'
'What would be the difference?' she sneered at him. 'Perhaps you'll be surprised to learn I get few invitations to the palace now. I barely even qualify as an embarrassment. No one speaks to me.'
Apart from me, of course, but I'm hardly the type of company young women hope for
. 'No one cares a shit what I do. If they find out it will be no worse than they expect from a slattern like me. Damn commoners, no more self-control than animals, don't you know. Anyway, didn't you tell me I could fuck who I pleased?'
'I also told you the less fucking the better.'
'And I suppose that's what you told all your conquests, is it?'
Glokta grimaced.
Not exactly. I coaxed and I pleaded, I threatened and I bullied. Your beauty has wounded me, wounded me in the heart! I am wretched, I will die without you! Have you no pity? Do you not love me? I did everything short of display the instruments, then when I got what I wanted I tossed them aside and went merrily on to the next with never a backward glance
.
'Hah!' snorted Ardee, as though she guessed what he was thinking. 'Sand dan Glokta,
Leaving only the question of why he was here in the first place
. Glokta hobbled through the open door and shut it quietly behind him.
Although honestly, a young man leaving a young woman's house in the early morning? One scarcely requires his Majesty's Inquisition to solve that particular mystery. Did I not leave more than my share of residences in the early hours, after all? Pretending to hope that I wasn't observed, but really rather hoping that I was
? He passed through the doorway into the living room.
Or was that a different man
?
Ardee West stood with her back to him, and he heard the sound of wine trickling into a glass. 'Did you forget something?' she asked over her shoulder, voice soft and playful.
Not a tone I often get to hear women use. Horror, disgust, and the slightest touch of pity are more common
. There was a clinking as she put the bottle away. 'Or did you decide you really couldn't live without another—' She had a crooked smile on her face as she turned, but it slid off suddenly when she saw who was standing there.
Glokta snorted. 'Don't worry, I get that reaction from everyone. Even myself, every morning, when I look into the mirror.'
If I can even manage to stand up in front of the damn thing
.
'It's not like that, and you know it. I just wasn't expecting you to wander in.'
'We've all had quite the shock this morning, then. You'll never guess who I passed in your hallway.'
She froze for just a moment, then tossed her head dismissively and slurped wine from her glass. 'Aren't you going to give me a clue?'
'Alright, I will.' Glokta winced as he lowered himself into a chair, stretching his aching leg out in front of him. 'A young officer in the King's Own, no doubt with a scintillating future ahead of him.'
Though we can all hope otherwise
.
Ardee glared at him over the rim. 'There are so many officers in the King's Own I can scarcely tell one from another.'
'Really? This one won last year's Contest, I believe.'
'I hardly remember who was in the final. Every year is like the last, don't you find?'
'True. Since I competed it's been straight downhill. But I thought you might remember this particular fellow. Looked as if someone might have hit him in the face since we last met. Quite hard, I would say.'
Though not half as hard as I'd have liked
.
'You're angry with me,' she said, but without the appearance of the slightest concern.
'I'd say disappointed. But what would you expect? I thought you were cleverer than this.'
'Cleverness is no guarantee of sensible behaviour. My father used to say so all the time.' She finished her wine with a practised flick of her head. 'Don't worry. I can look after myself.'
'No you can't. You've made that abundantly clear. You realise what will happen if people find out? You'll be shunned.'
'What would be the difference?' she sneered at him. 'Perhaps you'll be surprised to learn I get few invitations to the palace now. I barely even qualify as an embarrassment. No one speaks to me.'
Apart from me, of course, but I'm hardly the type of company young women hope for
. 'No one cares a shit what I do. If they find out it will be no worse than they expect from a slattern like me. Damn commoners, no more self-control than animals, don't you know. Anyway, didn't you tell me I could fuck who I pleased?'
'I also told you the less fucking the better.'
'And I suppose that's what you told all your conquests, is it?'
Glokta grimaced.
Not exactly. I coaxed and I pleaded, I threatened and I bullied. Your beauty has wounded me, wounded me in the heart! I am wretched, I will die without you! Have you no pity? Do you not love me? I did everything short of display the instruments, then when I got what I wanted I tossed them aside and went merrily on to the next with never a backward glance
.
'Hah!' snorted Ardee, as though she guessed what he was thinking. 'Sand dan Glokta,
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