A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

all I wish is to remain loyal to my king.'
    'Ah, and some of those factions are less than loyal to the king?'
    'Not in any manner that could be proved. Rather, it's simply a matter of reinterpretation of what would best serve the king and the kingdom's interests.'
    'Ah, but those are two entirely different things. The king's interests versus the kingdom's interests. At least, I assume that's how they see it, and who knows, they might be right.'
    'They might, Tehol, but I have doubts.'
    Tehol folded his arms and stared out on the city. 'So,' he said, 'there's the queen's faction, which includes Prince Quillas, Chancellor Triban Gnol, and the First Consort, Turudal Brizad. Have I missed anyone?'
    Brys was staring at his brother. He shook his head. 'Officers and guards, various spies.'
    'And the king's own faction. Ceda Kuru Qan, First Eunuch Nifadas, Preda Unnutal Hebaz and perhaps First Concubine Nisall. And, of course, you.'
    'But I have no desire to be in any faction—'
    'You're the King's Champion, brother. As I see it, you have little choice.'
    'Tehol, I am hopeless at such games of intrigue.'
    'So say nothing. Ever.'
    'What good will that do?'
    'You'll convince them you're smarter than they are. Even scarier, that you know everything. You can see through all their facades—'
    'But I can't see through all that, Tehol. Therefore, I'm not smarter.'
    'Of course you are. You just need to treat it like a duel. In fact, treat everything like a duel. Feint, parry, disengage, all that complicated stuff.'
    'Easy for you to say,' Brys muttered.
    They fell silent, staring out over the dark city. Oil lamps lit the canal walks, but the water itself was black as ink, winding like ribbons of oblivion between the squat, hulking buildings. Other lights swung in motion down the streets, carried by people going about their tasks. For all that, darkness dominated the scene.
    Brys stared up at the nearest tier, watched a few lanterns slide along the span like minuscule moons. 'I have been thinking about Hull,' he said after a time.
    'I would hold out little hope,' Tehol said. 'Our brother's desires have nothing to do with self-preservation. It is in his mind, I believe, that he is going to die soon.'
    Brys nodded.
    'And,' Tehol continued, 'if he can, in so doing he will also take down as much of Lether as possible. For that reason alone, someone will stop him. With finality.'
    'And vengeance against those murderers will be expected of me,' Brys said.
    'Not necessarily,' Tehol said. 'After all, your foremost loyalty is to your king.'
    'Superseding even that to my family?'
    'Well, yes.'
    'To do nothing would be seen as cowardice. Worse yet, I do not think I could face Hull's killers without reaching for my sword.'
    'You may have to, Brys. Of course,' Tehol added, 'I am not so bound by such prohibitions.'
    Brys studied his brother for a long moment. 'You would avenge Hull?'
    'Count on it.'
    Eventually, Brys smiled.
    Tehol glanced over and nodded. 'That's perfect, brother. When you come face to face with them, show that smile. It will put terror in their hearts.'
    Brys sighed and returned his gaze to the city. 'Outwardly, we seem so different, the three of us.'
    'And so we are,' Tehol replied. 'It comes down to methods, and we each walk unique paths. At the same time, alas, we must all live with an identical legacy, a particularly unpleasant inheritance.' He shrugged, then pulled up his sagging trousers. 'Three stones in a stream. All subjected to the same rushing water, yet each shaped differently, depending upon its nature.'
    'And which of us is sandstone?'
    'Hull. He's been worn down the most, brother, by far. You, you're basalt.'
    'And you, Tehol?'
    'Maybe a mix of the two, yielding a sadly misshapen result. But I can live with it.'
    'Perhaps you can,' Brys observed, 'but what about the rest of us?'
    'There's a matter on which you can help me, brother.'
    'Oh?'
    'Presumably, there are recorders of obscure information in the palace. People who tally various events, trends and such.'
    'A veritable army of them, Tehol.'
    'Indeed. Now, might you make some discreet inquiries for me?'
    'Regarding what?'
    'People going missing in Letheras. Annual numbers, that sort of thing.'
    'If you like. Why?'
    'At the moment, I'm just curious.'
    'What are you up to, Tehol?'
    'This and that.'
    Brys grimaced. 'Be careful.'
    'I shall. Do you smell that? Bugg is brewing tea.'
    'That doesn't smell like tea.'
    'Yes, he's full of surprises. Let's go down. I