Thraxas - The Complete Series (106 page)

T
urai is in the grip of one of the fiercest winters in memory. Ice lies in thick sheets over the frozen streets. Snow falls incessantly from the grey sky. The vicious north wind whips it through the alleyways, where it comes to rest in huge banks deep enough to bury a man. The citizens groan in frozen misery and the church sends up prayers for relief. The poor huddle miserably in their slums while the wealthy hide behind the walls of their mansions. In the taverns, great log fires struggle to keep the cruel weather at bay. Deep inside the imperial palace, the King’s Sorcerers expend their powers in keeping the Royal family warm. Winter in Turai is hell.

Three hours before dawn, the snow is falling heavily and the wind is howling. No creature dares show its face. The beggars, whores, dogs, dwa addicts, thieves and drunks that normally infest the streets have vanished. Even the lunatics have better sense than to invite death in the appalling cold. No one is outside. No one would be so foolish. Except for me. I’m Thraxas the Investigator. In the course of my work, I often do foolish things.

I’m down at the docks, looking for a man the Transport Guild suspects of stealing shipments of dragon scales. Dragon scales are valuable items but the rare cargoes that arrive in Turai have been going missing almost as soon as they arrive. The Guild has hired me because it believes that one of its officials has been stealing from their harbour-front warehouses. The idea is that I catch him in the act. It never seemed like that great an idea to me, but I needed the money.

I’m hiding behind a low wall in the freezing darkness. I can feel the frost gathering on my face. I’m tired, hungry and I need a beer. My legs have gone numb. I’m as cold as the ice queen’s grave and that’s a lot colder than I want to be. I’m in a very bad mood. There’s no sign of the suspect, who goes by the name of Rezox. No sign of anyone. Why would there be? Only a crazy person would be out on a night like this. I’ve been shivering for two hours and I figure if he doesn’t show up in the next few minutes I’m giving up and going home. Dragon scales may be valuable, but they’re not worth freezing to death for. The only thing that’s keeping me alive is the spell that warms my cloak, but the warming spell is wearing thin.

I think I hear something. I’m no more than ten yards from the warehouse but it’s difficult to make out anything through the driving snow. The door of the warehouse is opening. A large man wrapped in furs emerges, carrying a box. That’s good enough for me. I’ve no intention of hanging round any longer than I have to, so I struggle to my feet and clamber over the low wall. Unsheathing my sword, I walk up behind him. The howling wind prevents Rezox from hearing my approach, and when I bark out his name he spins round in alarm.

“What—?”

“Rezox. I’m arresting you for stealing dragon scales. Let’s go.”

Rezox stares at me while the snow settles on the furs that shroud his face and body.

“Thraxas the Investigator,” he mutters finally, low down so it’s difficult to catch.

“Let’s go,” I repeat.

“And why would I go with you?”

“Because I’m freezing to death out here and if you don’t start walking I’m going to slug you and carry you off. Easy or difficult, I don’t mind, just so long as it’s quick.”

Despite the interruption to his criminal activities, Rezox doesn’t seem perturbed. He lays down the box carefully then stares at me again.

“So what do you want?”

“A warm bed. Let’s go.”

“You want money?”

He’s trying to bribe me. Of course. The cold has made me slow-witted. I shake my head. I don’t want money.

“Gold?”

I shake my head again.

“Women?”

I stare at him blankly. I just want to get home.

Wrapped in his furs, Rezox doesn’t look cold, but he’s puzzled.

“Are you saying you can’t be bribed?”

“Just get in the cart, Rezox. I’m cold and I want to go home.”

The wind intensifies and Rezox has to raise his voice to make himself heard.

“Everyone in Turai can be bribed. I’ve paid off Senators. I’m damned if I’m going to be arrested by a cheap Private Investigator from Twelve Seas. What is it you want?”

I don’t seem to want anything.

Rezox claps his hands. The snow muffles the sound, but it’s enough to bring two men out from the warehouse, each one carrying a sword and neither looking like he’ll mind using it.

“Let’s be reasonable, Thraxas. Just take a little money and walk away. Hell, it’s not like the Transport Guild can’t spare a few dragon scales.”

I raise my sword a couple of inches. Rezox has one final attempt at talking me out of making the arrest.

“You’ll die for nothing, Thraxas. Take the money. No one will ever know. What are the Guild paying you? Thirty gurans? I’ll give you three hundred.”

I remain silent. The two thugs advance. Normally on a case I’d be carrying some spell for dealing with emergencies, but right now I’m using all of my very limited supply of sorcery just to keep warm. The snow flies into my eyes, making me blink.

As the man on my left lunges in, I step nimbly to one side, bring my blade down on his wrist then kick his legs so he crashes to the ground. The second man leaps at me. I parry his blow, twisting my own blade in such a manner that his flies from his hand, spinning through the air to land in the snowdrift behind us. I punch him in the face. He loses his footing on the icy ground, and lands with a dull thud.

I stare at Rezox.

“Were these the best you could find?”

Rezox screams at the men to get up and attack me again. I look down at them.

“Better get going. You just used up the last of my patience. Attack me again and I’ll kill you.”

They’re petty thugs. Not good for much but just smart enough to know when they’re about to die. They scramble to their feet and without so much as glancing at Rezox stumble off into the darkness. I place the point of my sword at Rezox’s throat.

“Let’s go.”

I lead him off to the next warehouse, where I’ve left a small wagon and a horse. The horse is none too pleased about being left in the cold space, and snorts angrily as we arrive.

“I’ll split the dragon scales with you,” says Rezox as I load him into the cart. I don’t reply. We set off. Technically it’s illegal to ride horses or wagons in the city at night, but on a night like this there won’t be any civil guards around, and I’ve no intention of struggling on foot to the Transport Guild’s headquarters.

“You’re a fool,” he sneers. “You’re too stupid to know what you’re doing. What does the Guild mean to you? They’re just as corrupt as everyone else.”

“Maybe. But they hired me to arrest the thief. And you’re the thief. So here we are.”

Rezox can’t understand why I care. Neither can I.

“I’ll hire a lawyer and beat the charge in court.”

I shrug. He probably will. Turai is a corrupt city. There are plenty of clever lawyers always ready to represent men like Rezox.

The warming spell has completely worn off and my cloak offers me no protection from the elements. I’m numb with cold. Rezox still looks comfortable in his luxurious fur. He should have tried to bribe me with that.

N
ext morning I sleep late. I’d sleep later if Makri didn’t barge into my room complaining about the weather.

“Is this stupid winter ever going to end?” she demands.

Makri is young and she hasn’t been in the city that long. She isn’t used to our climate yet. The seasons in Turai may be grim, but they’re very regular.

“Sure it’ll end. In two or three weeks. And how many times have I told you not to barge into my room in the morning?”

Makri shrugs.

“I don’t know. Ninety, a hundred, something like that. Will it get hot in two weeks?”

“No. After winter we get the cold, rainy season. Which is also terrible.”

“I hate this place,” declares Makri, with feeling. “The summer’s too hot, the autumn’s too wet and the winter’s too cold. Who’d build a city here? It just goes to show that Humans are foolish.”

Makri is actually half Human herself, along with one quarter Orc and one quarter Elf. Which race she chooses to criticise depends on the circumstances.

By this time I’ve dragged myself out of bed and opened my first beer of the day. My rooms are freezing and I throw some wood on the fire, which is still smouldering from the night before.

“At least the Elves have the good sense to live in the Southern Isles where it’s hot. And I still don’t see why we had to come back so quick.”

I’m in agreement with Makri about this. Just six weeks ago we were far south on Avula, one of the largest Elvish islands. After some initial unpleasantness—the Elves panicking about Makri’s Orcish blood, me being slung into prison, the usual sort of thing—life smoothed itself out and we were settling down for a pleasant vacation, more or less welcomed by all. Unfortunately Deputy Consul Cicerius and Prince Dees-Akan, also members of the Turanian visiting delegation, wouldn’t let us stay, claiming that they were needed back in Turai for important official business. This led to all Turanians being obliged to board ship and set off homewards in some of the worst weather I’ve ever voyaged in, and I’ve sailed through a lot of bad weather. Makri, a very poor sailor, set some kind of record for sea sickness. She swore on more than one occasion she was going to kill Cicerius for making her endure such a journey. When we put in at Turai and found ourselves deep in the middle of such a fierce winter, I was tempted to agree with her.

I tell Makri to stop prowling around.

“If you have to infest my rooms at this time in the morning, at least sit down.”

“I can’t sit down. I’ve got too much energy. I want to go to college. Why do they shut it in winter?”

“Because most students wouldn’t want to fight their way through snowdrifts to get there. And neither would the professors.”

The twenty-one-year-old ex-gladiator is a very keen student and finds this interruption to her studies extremely frustrating. Yesterday she struggled all the way up town to the Imperial Library, only to find that it too was closed.

“I was furious. Don’t librarians have some sort of duty to the public?”

“It’ll be open again soon, when the Sorcerers arrive in town.”

“I can’t wait. I can’t stand doing nothing. Are you tracking anyone violent just now? Do you need me to kill them?”

“I’m afraid not.”

Makri continues to pace up and down. She’s been in an odd mood since we got back from Avula and I’m not sure why. I wouldn’t care, if it wasn’t for the fact that she keeps waking me up in the mornings, and I’m finding it wearying. Fifteen years ago I could march all night and fight all day. These days I need my sleep. She asks me how I got on last night and I tell her that everything went fine.

“Just hung around outside the warehouse till Rezox showed up. Nothing to it really, he had two thugs along but they weren’t what you’d call fighters. I chased them off, Rezox tried to bribe me, I refused and now he’s in the custody of the civil guards, charged with stealing dragon scales.”

“Who wants dragon scales?”

“Elegant women.”

“What for?”

“Jewellery.”

“Aren’t dragon scales too big for jewellery?”

“The jewellers cut them to size. Then they sell them to rich women who want to sparkle. Costs a lot for a pair of dragon-scale earrings.”

“Did the Transport Guild pay you well?”

“Standard thirty gurans a day. I thought I wouldn’t have to work all winter with the money we won on Avula.”

Whilst there, Makri trained a young Elf to fight. She did this so effectively that the young Elf won the junior tournament. As this Elf was previously the weakest, most pathetic Elf on the island, I was able to pick up a bundle by shrewdly backing her at long odds. It was a gambling triumph, one which was rather marred by a run of bad luck at the card table on the journey home.

“It was dumb to lose your money.”

“What else was I meant to do on the ship? At least I enjoyed my share. What did you do with yours?”

Makri doesn’t answer. In all probability she gave it to the Association of Gentlewomen. More fool her. There are plenty of rich women in the Association, but Makri says she has to do her bit. She gets back to complaining about the weather.