The man paused, his eyes flicking for the briefest of moments to skitter over Kalam, then he set his tankard down. ‘Kornobol’s wives locked him out last night – the poor bastard was left wandering the streets till one of the High Fist’s patrols picked him up for breaking curfew. It’s becoming common practice. Wives all over the city are having revelations. What else? Can’t get a decent fillet without paying an arm and a leg for it – there’s more maimed beggars than ever crowding the streets where the markets used to be. Can’t buy a reading without Hood’s Herald poking up on the field – tell me, do you think it’s even possible that the High Fist is casting someone else’s shadow like they say? Of course, who can cast a shadow hiding in the palace wardrobe? Fish ain’t the only slippery things in this city, let me tell you. Why, I’ve been arrested four times in the last two days, had to identify myself and show my Imperial charter, if you can believe it. Turned out lucky, though, since I found my crew in one of those gaols. With Oponn’s smile I’ll have them out come tomorrow – got a deck to scrub and believe you me, those drunken louts will be scrubbing till the Abyss swallows the world. What’s worse is the way some people step right around that charter, make demands of a person so he’s left with an aching head delivering messages beneath common words, as if life’s not complicated enough – any idea how a hold groans when it’s full of gold? And now you’re going to say, “Well, Captain, it just so happens that I’m looking to buy passage back to Unta,” and I’ll say, “The gods are smiling upon you, sir! It just so happens that I’m sailing in two days’ time, with twenty marines, the High Fist’s treasurer and half of Aren’s riches on board – but we’ve room, sir, oh, yes indeed. Welcome aboard!”‘

Kalam was silent for a dozen heartbeats, then he said, ‘The gods are smiling indeed.’

The captain’s head bobbed. ‘Smooth and beguiling, them smiles.’

‘Who do I thank for this arrangement?’

‘Says he’s a friend of yours, though you’ve never met – though you will aboard my ship, Ragstopper, in two days.’

‘His name?’

‘Salk Elan, he called himself. Says he’s been waiting for you.’

‘And how did he know I would come to this inn? I did not know of its existence an hour ago.’