Back Before They Are Hanged
Chapters (54)
  1. Contents
  2. PART I
  3. The Great Leveller
  4. Best Laid Plans
  5. Questions
  6. The Wounds of the Past
  7. The Condition of the Defences
  8. The Tiling About Trust
  9. Allies
  10. Campfire Politics
  11. Small Crimes
  12. Rain
  13. Bloody Company
  14. Long Shadows
  15. And Next… My Gold
  16. Fear
  17. One Hundred Words
  18. The Blind Lead the Blind
  19. Prince Ladisla's Stratagem
  20. Until Sunset
  21. Long Odds
  22. The Road to Victory
  23. Necessary Evils
  24. Among the Stones
  25. The Fruits of Boldness
  26. One for Dinner
  27. One of Them
  28. PART II
  29. Heading North
  30. Scant Mercy
  31. So This is Pain
  32. One Step at a Time
  33. The Rest is Wasted Breath
  34. A Matter of Time
  35. Scars
  36. Furious
  37. To the Last Man
  38. Jewel of Cities
  39. Luck
  40. Beneath the Ruins
  41. No Good for Each Other
  42. The Hero's Welcome
  43. Cold Comfort
  44. The High Places
  45. Coming Over
  46. Cheap at the Price
  47. To the Edge of the World
  48. Before the Storm
  49. Questions
  50. Holding the Line
  51. A Fitting Punishment
  52. The Abode of Stones
  53. Back to the Mud
  54. Acknowledgments

'You crippled worm! I should cut your fucking throat right now!' Her knee jabbed painfully into his stomach, cold metal tickled gently at the skin on his neck, her blue eyes glared into his, flickering back and forth, glistening hard as the stones in the box under his back. My death could be moments away. Easily. He remembered watching her choke the life out of Eider. With as little care as I might squash an ant, and I, poor cripple, just as helpless as one. Perhaps he should have been gibbering with fear, but all he could think was: when was the last time I had a woman on top of me?

He snorted with laughter. 'Don't you know me at all?' he blubbered, half chuckling, half sobbing, eyes watering with a sickening mixture of pain and amusement. 'Superior Glokta, pleased to meet you! I don't care a good shit what you do, and you know it. Threats? You'll have to do a sight better than that, you ginger whore!'

Her eyes bulged with fury. Her shoulder came forwards, her elbow went back, ready to apply the greatest possible pressure. Enough to cut my neck through to my twisted spine, I don't doubt.

Glokta felt his lips curl back in a sickly grin, wet with spit. Now.

He heard Vitari's breath snorting behind her mask. Do it.

He felt the blade press against his neck, a chill touch, so sharp that he could hardly feel it. I'm ready.

Then she let out a long hiss, lifted the blade high and rammed it into the wood beside his head. She stood up and turned away from him. Glokta closed his eyes and breathed for a moment. Still alive. There was an odd feeling in his throat. Relief, or disappointment? Hard to tell the difference.

'Please.' It was said so softly that he thought he might have imagined it. Vitari was standing with her back to him, head bent over, fists clenched and trembling.

'What?'

'Please.' She did say it. And it hurts her to do it, you can tell.

'Please, eh? You think there's any place here for please? Why the hell should I save you, really? You came here to spy for Sult. You've done nothing but get in my way ever since you got here! It's hard to think of anyone I trust less, and I don't trust anyone!'