A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

well – more than he would have imagined. For all the explosive growth driving the kingdom, it seemed an ever greater proportion of the population was being left behind, and that was troubling.
    At what point in the history of Letheras, he wondered, did rampant greed become a virtue? The level of self-justification required was staggering in its tautological complexity, and it seemed language itself was its greatest armour against common sense.
    You can't leave all these people behind. They're outside the endless excitement and lust, the frenzied accumulation. They're outside and can only look on with growing despair and envy. What happens when rage supplants helplessness?
    Increasingly, the ranks of the military were filling with the lowest classes. Training, acceptable income and a full belly provided the incentives, yet these soldiers were not enamoured of the civilization they were sworn to defend. True, many of them joined with dreams of booty, of wealth stolen and glory gained. But such riches came only with aggression,' and successful aggression at that. What would happen if the military found itself on the defensive? They'll fight to defend their homes, their loved ones. Of course they will. There's no cause for worry, is there?
    He swung into the alley leading to Tehol's home, and heard, somewhere beyond the squalid tenement, the sounds of a fierce argument. Things came crashing down in a cacophony that ended with a shriek.
    Brys hesitated. He could not reach the source of the sounds from this alley, but Tehol's rooftop might permit him a view down on the opposite street. He went on.
    With the pommel of his knife Brys tapped on the doorframe. There was no reply. He pulled aside the curtain and peered in. A single wavering oil lamp, the faint glow from the hearth, and voices coming down from above.
    Brys entered and climbed the rickety ladder.
    He emerged onto the roof to see Tehol and his manservant standing at the far edge, looking down – presumably on the argument that was still under way.
    'Tehol,' Brys called, approaching. 'Is this a matter for the city guard?'
    His brother swung about, then shook his head. 'I don't think so, brother. A resolution is but moments away. Wouldn't you agree, Bugg?'
    'I think so, since he's almost out and that old woman's run out of things to throw.'
    Brys came alongside and looked down. A huge man was busy extricating himself from a pile of dusty rubble, ducking when objects were flung at him by a old woman in the tenement doorway.
    'What happened?' Brys asked.
    'An associate of mine,' Tehol said, 'jumped onto the roof over there from this one. He landed quietly enough, I suppose. Then the roof gave out, alas. As you can see, he's a big man.'
    The hapless associate had climbed free at last. It appeared that he had taken most of the wall with him in his descent. It was a miracle that he seemed uninjured. 'Why was he jumping from your roof, Tehol?'
    'It was a dare.'
    'Yours?'
    'Oh no, I'd never do that.'
    'Then who? Surely not your manservant?'
    Bugg sputtered, 'Me? Most assuredly not, Finadd!'
    'Another guest,' Tehol explained. 'Who has since gone, although not far, I imagine. Somewhere in the shadows, waiting for dear Ublala.'
    'Ublala? Ublala Pung? Oh, yes, I recognize him now. An associate? Tehol, the man's a criminal—'
    'Who proved his innocence in the canal—'
    'That's not innocence,' Brys retorted, 'that's stubborn will.'
    'A will that the Errant would surely have weakened were Ublala truly guilty of the crimes of which he had been accused.'
    'Tehol, really—'
    His brother faced him, brows raised. 'Are you, a soldier of the king, casting aspersions on our justice system?'
    'Tehol, the king casts aspersions on the justice system!'
    'None the less, Brys – oh, what are you doing here, by the way?'
    'I have come seeking your advice.'
    'Oh. Well, shall we retire to a more private section of my rooftop? Here, follow me – that far corner is ideal.'
    'Wouldn't down below be better?'
    'Well, it would, if Bugg had bothered cleaning up. As it is, my abode is an unacceptable mess. I can't concentrate down there, not for a moment. My stomach turns at the thought—'
    'That would be supper,' Bugg said behind them.
    The brothers turned to look back at him.
    Bugg gave a sheepish wave. 'I'll be down below, then.'
    They watched him leave.
    Brys cleared his throat. 'There are factions in the palace. Intrigues. And it seems certain people would force me into involvement, when