“I can do it.” They all looked round. Shivers was sitting against the parapet, white hands dangling.

“You?” sneered Morveer. “How?”

Friendly could just make out the curve of the Northman’s grin in the darkness. “Magic.”

Plans and Accidents

The guards grumbled their way down the lane. Four of ’em—breastplates, steel caps, halberd blades catching the light from their swinging lanterns. Shivers pressed himself deep into the doorway as they clattered past, waited a nervy moment, then padded across the lane and into the shadows beside the pillar he’d chosen. He started counting. Three hundred or so, to make it to the top and onto the roof. He looked up. Seemed a bastard of a long way. Why the hell had he said yes to this? Just so he could slap the smile off that idiot Morveer’s face, and show Murcatto he was worth his money?

“Always my own worst enemy,” he whispered. Turned out he’d too much pride. That and a terrible weakness for fine-looking women. Who’d have thought it?

He pulled the rope out, two strides long with an eye at one end and a hook at the other. He cast a glance over the windows in the buildings facing him. Most were shuttered against the cold night, but a few were open, a couple still with lights burning inside. He wondered what the chances were of someone looking out and seeing him shinning up the side of a bank. Higher than he’d like, that was sure.

“Worst fucking enemy.” He got ready to climb up onto the pillar’s base.

“Somewhere here.”

“Where, idiot?”

Shivers froze, rope dangling from his hands. Footsteps now, armour jingling. Bastard guards were coming back. They’d never done that in fifty circuits of the place. For all his chat about science, that bloody poisoner had made an arse of it and Shivers was the one left with his fruits dangling in the wind. He squeezed deeper into the shadows, felt the big flatbow on his back scraping stone. How the hell was he going to explain that? Just a midnight stroll, you know, all in black, taking the old bow for a walk.

If he bolted they’d see him, chase him, more’n likely stab him with something. Either way they’d know someone had been trying to creep into the bank and that would be the end of the whole business. If he stayed put… same difference, more or less, except the stabbing got a sight more likely.

The voices came closer. “Can’t be far away, all we bloody do is go round and round…”

One of ’em must’ve lost something. Shivers cursed his shitty luck, and not for the first time. Too late to run. He closed his fist round the grip of his knife. Footsteps thumped, just on the other side of the pillar. Why’d he taken her silver? Turned out he’d a terrible weakness for money too. He gritted his teeth, waited for—

“Please!” Murcatto’s voice. She walked out across the lane, hood back, long coat swishing. Might’ve been the first time Shivers had seen her without a sword. “I’m so, so sorry to bother you. I’m only trying to get home, but I seem to have got myself completely lost.”