One day, yes, he’d be all grown up. And then… look out!
It had taken the death of a once-famous duellist before people started treating Gorlas Vidikas as an adult, but now he was a man indeed, a feared one, a member of the Council. He was wealthy but not yet disgustingly rich, although that was only a matter of time.
Fools the world over worshipped gods and goddesses. But coin was the only thing worth worshipping, because to worship it was to see it grow-more and ever more-and all that he took for himself he took from someone else and this was where the real conquest happened. Day by day, deal by deal, and winning these games was proof of true faith and worship, and oh how deliciously satisfying.
Fools dropped coins into collection bowls. The rich cleaned those bowls out and this was the true division of humanity. But more than that: the rich decided how many coins the fools had to spare and how did that rate as power? Which side was preferable? As if the question needed asking.
Coin purchased power, like a god blessing the devout, but of both power and wealth then-could never be enough, As for the victims, well, there could never be enough of them either. Someone was needed to clean the streets of the Estate Dis-trict. Someone was needed to wash clothes, bedding and the like, Someone was needed to make the damned things in the first place! And someone was needed to fight the wars when the rich decided they wanted still more of whatever was out there.
Gorlas Vidikas, born to wealth and bred to title, found life to be good. But it could be better still and the steps to improvement were simple enough.
‘Darling wife,’ he now said as she was rising to leave, ‘I must take a trip and will not return until tomorrow or even the day after.’
She paused, watching in a distracted way as the servants closed in to collect the dishes from the late breakfast-calloused hands darting in like featherless birds-and said, ‘Oh?’
‘Yes. I have been granted the overseer title of an operation out of the city, and I must visit the workings. Thereafter, I must take ship to Gredfallan Annexe to finalize a contract.’
‘Very well, husband.’
‘There was no advance notice of any of this,’ Gorlas added, ‘and, alas, I had ex-tended invitations to both Shardan and Hanut to dine with us this evening.’ He paused to smile at her. ‘I leave them in your capable hands-please do extend my apologies.’
She was staring down at him in a somewhat disconcerting way. ‘You wish me to host your two friends tonight?’
‘Of course.’
‘I see.’
And perhaps she did at that-yet was she railing at him? No. And was there perhaps the flush of excitement on her cheeks now? But she was turning away so he could not be sure. And walking, hips swaying in that admirable way of hers, right out of the room.
And there, what was done… was done.
He rose and gestured to his manservant. ‘Make ready the carriage, I am leaving immediately.’
Head bobbing, the man hurried off.
Someone was needed to groom the horses, to check the tack, to keep the carriage clean and the brakes in working order. Someone was needed to ensure he had all he needed in the travel trunks. And, as it happened, someone was needed for other things besides. Like spreading the legs as a reward for past favours, and as a future debt when it was time to turn everything round.
They could take his wife. He would take them, one day-everything they owned, everything they dreamed of owning. After tonight, he would own one of them or both of them-both for certain in the weeks to come. Which one would produce Gorlas’s heir? He didn’t care-Challice’s getting pregnant would get his parents off his back at the very least, and might well add the reward of satisfying her-and so wiping that faint misery from her face and bringing an end to all those irritating sighs and longing faraway looks out of the windows. Besides, she worshipped money too. Hood knew she spent enough of it, on pre-cious trinkets and useless indulgences. Give her a child and then three or four more and she’d be no further trouble and content besides.
Sacrifices needed to be made. So make it, wife, and who knows, you might even be smiling when it’s done with.
A bell and a half later the Vidikas carriage was finally clearing Two-Ox Gate and the horses picked up their pace as the road opened out, cutting through the misery of Maiten (and where else should the lost and the hopeless go but outside the city walls?) which Gorlas suffered with closed shutters and a scent ball held to his nose.
When he ruled he’d order a massive pit dug out on the Dwelling Plain and they would drag all these wasted creatures out there and bury the lot of them. It was simple enough-can’t pay for a healer and that’s just too bad, but look, we won’t charge for the burial.
