'Look at the two of you,' he murmured as he padded towards them. 'It always amazes me, how love blooms in the least likely places, and between the least likely people. A rose, forcing its way through the stony ground.' He pressed his hands to his chest. 'It warms my heart.'

'Have we got him?'

'Of course. Soon as he stepped out of the audience chamber.'

Vitari's hand had gone limp, and Glokta brushed it off and began to shuffle towards the cells. 'Why don't you come with us?' he called over his shoulder, having to stop himself rubbing the bruised flesh on his arm. 'You can put this in your next report to Sult.'

Shabbed al Islik Burai looked considerably less majestic sitting down. Particularly in a scarred, stained chair in one of the close and sweaty cells beneath the Citadel.

'Now isn't this better, to speak on level terms? Quite disconcerting, having you looming over me like that.' Islik sneered and looked away, as though talking to Glokta were a task far beneath him. A rich man, harassed by beggars in the street, but we'll soon cure him of that illusion.

'We know we have a traitor within our walls. Within the ruling council itself. Most likely one of those three worthies to whom you were just now giving your little ultimatum. You will tell me who.' No response. 'I am merciful,' exclaimed Glokta, waving his hand airily, as the ambassador himself had done but a few short minutes before, 'but my mercy has limits. Speak.'

'I am here under a flag of parley, on a mission from the Emperor himself! To harm an unarmed emissary would be expressly against the rules of war!'

'Parley? Rules of war?' Glokta chuckled. Severard chuckled. Vitari chuckled. Frost was silent. 'Do they even have those any more? Save that rubbish for children like Vissbruck, that's not the way grown-ups play the game. Who is the traitor?'

'I pity you, cripple! When the city falls—'

Save your pity. You'll need it for yourself. Frost's fist scarcely made any sound as it sank into the ambassador's stomach. His eyes bulged out, his mouth hung open, he coughed a dry cough, somewhere close to vomiting, tried to breathe and coughed again.