The Heroes

happy accident.’
    Calder blinked. ‘Without him … Dow would’ve torn me apart.’
    ‘Good planning does not prevent accidents,’ said Bayaz, ‘it allows forthem. It makes sure every accident is a happy one. I am not so careless a gambler as to make only one bet. But the North has ever been short of good material, and I admit you are my preference. You are no hero, Calder. I like that. You see what men are. You have your father’s cunning, and ambition, and ruthlessness, but not his pride.’
    ‘Pride always struck me as a waste of effort,’ murmured Calder. ‘Everyone serves.’
    ‘Keep that in mind and you will prosper. Forget it, well …’ Bayaz forked a slice of meat into his mouth and noisily chewed. ‘My advice would be to keep that pit of corpses always at your feet. The feeling as you stared down into it, waiting for death. The awful helplessness. Skin tickling with the expectation of the knife. The regret for everything left undone. The fear for those you leave behind.’ He gave a bright smile. ‘Start every morning and end every day at the brink of that pit. Remember, because forgetfulness is the curse of power. And you may find yourself once again staring into your own grave, this time with less happy results. You need only defy me.’
    ‘I’ve spent the last ten years kneeling to one man or another.’ Calder didn’t have to lie. Black Dow had let him live, then demanded obedience, then made threats. Look how that turned out. ‘My knees bend very easily.’
    The Magus smacked his lips as he swallowed the last piece of carrot and tossed his cutlery on the plate. ‘That gladdens me. You cannot imagine how many similar conversations I have had with stiff-kneed men. I no longer have the slightest patience for them. But I can be generous to those who see reason. It may be that at some point I will send someone to you requesting … favours. When that day comes, I hope you will not disappoint me.’
    ‘What sort of favours?’
    ‘The sort that will prevent you from ever again being taken down the wrong path by men with knives.’
    Calder cleared his throat. ‘Those kinds of favours I will always be willing to grant.’
    ‘Good. In return you will have gold from me.’
    ‘That’s the generosity of Magi? Gold?’
    ‘What were you expecting, a magic codpiece? This is no children’s storybook. Gold is everything and anything. Power, love, safety. Sword and shield together. There is no greater gift. But I do, as it happens, have another.’ Bayaz paused like a jester about to deliver the joke. ‘Your brother’s life.’
    Calder felt his face twitch. Hope? Or disappointment? ‘Scale’s dead.’
    ‘No. He lost his right hand at the Old Bridge but he lives. The Union are releasing all prisoners. A gesture of goodwill, as part of the historic peace accord that you have so gratefully agreed to. You can collect the pinhead at midday tomorrow.’
    ‘What should I do with him?’
    ‘Far be it from me to tell you what to do with your gift, but you do not get to be a king without making some sacrifices. You do want to be king, don’t you?’
    ‘Yes.’ Things had changed a great deal since the evening began, but of that Calder was more sure than ever.
    The First of the Magi stood, taking up his staff as his servant began nimbly to clear away the dishes. ‘Then an elder brother is a dreadful encumbrance.’
    Calder watched him for a moment, looking calmly off across the darkened fields as though they were full of flowers rather than corpses. ‘Have you eaten here, within a long piss of a mass grave … just to show me how ruthless you are?’
    ‘Must everything have some sinister motive? I have eaten here because I was hungry.’ Bayaz tipped his head to one side as he looked down at Calder. Like the bird looks at the worm. ‘Graves mean nothing to me either way.’
    ‘Knives,’ muttered Calder, ‘and threats, and bribes, and war?’
    Bayaz’ eyes shone with the lamplight. ‘Yes?’
    ‘What kind of a fucking wizard are you?’
    ‘The kind you obey.’
    The servant reached for his plate but Calder caught him by the wrist before he got there. ‘Leave it. I might get hungry later.’
    The Magus smiled at that. ‘What did I say, Yoru? He has a stronger stomach than you’d think.’ He waved over his shoulder as he walked away. ‘I believe, for now, the North is in safe hands.’
    Bayaz’ servant took up the basket, took down the lamp, and followed his master.
    ‘Where’s