sick to my gut of all this creeping round and worrying about spies.’
‘Spies, indeed,’ Indan said. ‘Which reminds me –’
‘Just so. We’d better get this over with.’
Everyone pushed their chairs back and stood, suddenly grim, suddenly quiet, even Arkazo.
Warkannan fetched a bucket of hot coals from the kitchen – he told the cook that he wanted to take the chill off his room – then followed the others up to the attic. As stiff as a rolled-up rug, Hazro lay on the floor. When Warkannan set the bucket of coals down, he whimpered and twisted in his ropes. Warkannan knelt beside him and pulled him up to a sitting position, propping him against the wall. Hazro’s dark eyes flicked this way and that.
‘Arkazo?’ Warkannan said. ‘You can leave. You don’t have to watch this.’
‘What are you going to do to him?’ Arkazo was staring at Hazro.
‘You don’t need to know that.’
‘But I –’
Warkannan got up and took one long stride to come face to face with his nephew. His own disgust with what he would have to do in this room turned to cold rage. ‘Get out of here,’ he snapped. ‘Now.’
‘Yes sir.’ Arkazo stepped back sharply. ‘I’m on my way.’
Warkannan waited to ensure that Arkazo was following his orders; then he closed the door and locked it. Indan stuffed a threadbare bit of carpet into the crack at the bottom of the door. When Warkannan knelt down next to him, Hazro moaned under his breath, then steadied himself, forcing defiance into a tight tremulous smile. Warkannan drew his dagger and looked at him over the blade.
‘Listen, boy. This is your last chance. You wouldn’t be refusing to tell me unless you had something to hide.’
Hazro said nothing.
‘Why?’ Indan stepped forward. ‘Why won’t you tell us?’
‘There’s nothing to tell,’ Hazro said.
‘Yes, there is,’ Warkannan said. ‘You’ve been giving information to someone. Who?’
‘No one.’
‘Then why do the Chosen suspect us?’
‘They suspect everyone.’
‘You told them about us.’
‘Never. I didn’t betray Jezro.’
Warkannan made a cut on his cheek, just under his eye. ‘I’m going to keep doing this till you tell me. If your face isn’t sensitive enough, I’ll work on your balls.’
Sweat glazed Hazro’s forehead. ‘I didn’t tell anyone anything.’
Warkannan made another nick, then another till Hazro’s face was sheeting blood. When Warkannan took the lid off the bucket of glowing charcoal, Hazro fainted. Warkannan slapped and shook him to bring him round while he fought his own honest revulsion. He hated extracting information this way, but if he didn’t, what then? The Chosen might well gather them all in, and worse things would happen to his friends, his mistress, his allies, his nephew, down in some hidden room under the Great Khan’s palace. Indan pulled over a wooden storage box and sat down, his eyes weary.
‘Now,’ Warkannan said to Hazro. ‘Who did you tell?’
Hazro shut his bloody lips tight. Warkannan pulled up Hazro’s tunic and made a nick on his scrotum. Hazro screamed.
‘I’ll put a bit of charcoal on that cut next,’ Warkannan said. ‘That’s the procedure – a nick, then a bit of fire, all the way up your cock.’
When Hazro hesitated, Warkannan took the small tongs and fished a glowing coal out of the bucket.
‘It was Lev Rashad. Rashad of the Wazrekej Fifth Mounted. I didn’t realize at first he was one of the Chosen.’
Warkannan felt as if he’d been kicked in the stomach. He knew Rashad, just distantly, but he knew him. You never think it’s going to be someone you know, he told himself.
‘What do you think he was going to do?’ Warkannan said. ‘Announce it in the regimental mess?’
‘I – I –’
‘Wait!’ Indan looked up. ‘You said you didn’t know he was one of them at first. This must mean you realized it later. How?’
‘He must have been the one.’ Hazro started gasping for breath. ‘It couldn’t have been anyone else.’
‘Oh?’ Indan said. ‘He must have dropped some hint. Why didn’t you come straight to us then? You were dangling us like bait in front of him, weren’t you? You were using us to try to buy your way into the Chosen.’
Hazro made a small choking sound deep in his throat.
‘How much did you tell him?’ Warkannan said. ‘Did you mention Jezro?’
‘No, never, I swear it! All I said was that I was on to a good thing with this investment group. I thought he’d join us. We’d been drinking, and I –’
‘You stupid little bastard!’ Warkannan raised the knife. ‘What did you tell him about Jezro?’
‘Nothing!’
‘Why did you want to join the Chosen?’
‘I didn’t. I didn’t.’
Warkannan kept working on him until the smell of charred flesh hung in the room and Hazro was gibbering, not speaking. A bit at a time, Warkannan extracted the information that Hazro had mentioned Soutan, come from the east with ancient maps that might show deposits of blackstone. He admitted bragging, hinting that perhaps he was a man who knew important things.
‘But not Jezro, never Jezro.’ He was sobbing, twitching when his tears touched the open cuts on his face.
‘Indeed? Are you sure of that?’
Over and over he denied having mentioned the name, even when he was at the point of shrieking and writhing at the very sight of a piece of charcoal. Warkannan finally laid down the tongs and sat back on his heels.
‘I believe him. A man in this state tells the truth.’
‘So do I,’ Indan said. ‘As for this business about his wanting to join the Chosen –’
‘I didn’t!’ Hazro tried to shout, but he was gagging on his own blood. ‘I just thought –’
‘What?’ Indan said. ‘What were you thinking?’
‘Insurance.’ Hazro started to cough, then gagged again and spat up bloody rheum. ‘If –’
‘If they were on to us, you were going to turn informer.’ Warkannan finished the thought for him. ‘That’s why you
