'I realise, of course, that you have a mission from the Arch Lector himself. A mission of the greatest importance. I see that you are not a man to mince your words, but you might want to tread a little more carefully.'

'I admit my gait is awkward. A war wound, compounded by two years of torture. It's a wonder I got to keep the leg at all.'

She smiled wide, displaying two rows of perfect teeth. 'I am thoroughly tickled, but my colleagues have found you somewhat less entertaining. Vurms and Vissbruck have both taken a decided dislike to you. High-handed was the phrase they used, I believe, among others I had better not repeat.'

Glokta shrugged. 'I am not here to make friends.' And he drained his glass of a predictably excellent wine.

'But friends can be useful. If nothing else, a friend is one less enemy. Davoust insisted on upsetting everyone, and the results have not been happy.'

'Davoust did not enjoy the support of the Closed Council.'

'True. But no document will stop a knife thrust.'

'Is that a threat?'

Carlot dan Eider laughed. It was an easy, open, friendly laugh. It was hard to believe that anyone who made such a sound could be a traitor, or a threat, or anything other than a perfectly charming host. And yet I am not entirely convinced. 'That is advice. Advice born of bitter experience. I would prefer it if you did not disappear quite yet.'

'Really? I had no idea I was such a winning dinner guest.'

'You are terse, confrontational, slightly frightening, and impose severe restrictions on the menu, but the fact is you are more use to me here than…' and she waved her hand, 'wherever Davoust went to. Would you care for more wine?'

'Of course.'

She got up from her chair and swept towards him, feet padding on the cool marble like a dancer's. Bare feet, in the Kantic fashion. The breeze stirred the flowing garments around her body as she leaned forwards to fill Glokta's glass, wafted her rich scent in his face. Just the sort of woman my mother would have wanted me to marry—beautiful, clever, and oh so very rich. Just the sort of woman I would have wanted to marry, for that matter, when I was younger. When I was a different man.