2.33 In Which the Dark Lord Realizes He Should Dial it Back and then Doesn't

2.33 In Which the Dark Lord Realizes He Should Dial it Back and then Doesn't

Among the potential targets Maugro found for me, I selected a pawn shop which was known to fence stolen goods for its perfect intersection of several criteria: it had survived the purge relatively unscathed, its proprietor had started voluntarily paying protection to one of the imported bandit gangs to secure his place against other looters, and the Olumnach Clansguard overseers had subsequently used it as a contact point to pass orders and receive tribute. It was the likeliest place for me to find what I needed, especially once Maugro got me info on the Olumnachs schedule. So, the next night, that was where I went and kicked in the door.

That was not a euphemism.

Konbanwa, motherfuckers! I shouted cheerfully as the door rebounded off the inner wall.

Were closed, exclaimed the man behind the counter, not unreasonably. And dont break my door! The fuck is wrong with you?

Before I could address him, another man stepped directly in front of me, blocking my viewa particularly beefy fellow with a heavy cudgel in his hand. Private party, buddy, he rumbled. You need to move along.

I swept my eyes around the room, getting a quick count. One shopkeeper and five bandits. Or were they gangsters, now that theyd moved into the city? How meaningful was the distinction? I heard Aster step up behind me and noticed the distinctive eye movements of every man in the room as they took in her huge, obviously magical sword, and the collar of her obviously magical chain mail, then eased back nervously. The customary reaction of low-rent thugs to coming face to face with Blessed.

Gentlemen! I declaimed, spreading my arms wide, I have come to educate you on the theory and practice of crime.

Oh, for fucks sake, grunted a man to my right, stepping up and already raising his sword.

Windburst!

He smashed against the wall, everyone else retreated, and the shopkeeper yelled from behind his counter. Oh, come on! Can you not wreck the place, at least? Thats merchandise youre blowing around, not your mums wyddh moulds!

Looked like a bunch of junk to me, and anyway I didnt have time for his problems.

All right, lads, being serious, I said in a suddenly more solemn tone. Were all men of the world; we know better than to take it personally when someone tries to murder us. Correct? That said, I do need to establish what happens if you interrupt me while I am making a speech.

Immolate.

The spell hit my would-be silencer just as he was trying to scramble upright from being blown into the wall. As usual, there was no end of yelling, both from the immediate victim of the spell and the onlookers. The fence, in particular, seemed mightily upset about the sudden bonfire in the front corner of his shop. I couldnt entirely blame him, and it wasnt even my stuff getting singed. That spell was especially intimidating when used indoors, particularly under a ceiling as low as this one. There were going to be scorch marks all over the place. As always, I was glad khora-based construction wasnt flammable.

I waited it out. Yeah, yeah, sound of ultimate suffering, and so on. Nothing I hadnt seen before.

As soon as the unfortunate bandit was smoking and whimpering in pillbug pose, I loudly cleared my throat.

Any questions?

Everyone was pressed back against the walls, staring at me in terror. Except the shopkeeper, who seemed to possess a modicum of self-mastery. He slowly raised one hand.

Uh, yeah. Can we, um, help you with something, mlord?

Nothing like a bit of fire and screaming to improve everybodys attitude.

You can listen, I said kindly. So. Crime! As you may be but probably are not aware, gentlemen, the ultimate defining characteristic of a state as a viable political body is its monopoly on violence. A state is only a state if it has the only say in who does harm to whom. There are all kinds of different ways to organize a government and a society, countless philosophies and religions, but in the end? You have police who are the only ones allowed to do violence at the countrys own citizens, and the army who have the exclusive right to do it to everyone else. Monopoly on violence. That is what a state, at the end of the day, is. And thats why Fflyr Dlemathlys has to be considered a failed state, because Well, I mean, look around. You all know what this place is like.

Happened to be true, too. This was something Id learned in college, from an actual professor, not my miscellaneous internet reading. Id been pretty much winging it in terms of political ideology, using my own observations of human nature to fill in the gaps where Id never studied politics or philosophy, and it was beginning to turn out that my combination of half-understood political philosophy and brilliantly persuasive public speaking led to kangaroo courts, summary executions, and massacres. It might be best if I dialed it back to stuff I was actually certain about for a while.

Whys he telling us this? one of the bandits stage whispered to another, who made a slashing gesture for silence at him.

And thus, crime, I lectured, swaggering further into the shop and leaving Aster to cover the door. In the absence of any kind of functional governance, we human beings sadly revert to more primitive means of organization. In a way, you can gauge how civilized a region is by the role strength plays in social standing. Under any kind of decent social order, the capacity to kick ass means virtually nothing in day-to-day life. But here, where there are in effect no laws, save as extensions of the already established power of the authorities to ravage and murder? Once outside their purview, there is only the hierarchy of the pack. He knows what Im talking about.

I gestured grandly to the man Id just Immolated, who flinched and tried to hide behind a rack of shelves.

In short, gentlemen, I proclaimed, I can hurt you with nothing but a thought, a lot worse than you could hurt me with every ounce of effort you can muster. That means Im in charge.

There was absolute silence in the pawn shop.

Could one of the bandits finally rasped hoarsely, could you not have just said that?

I gave him a pleasant smile and a self-effacing shrug. Thats not really how I do things.

Behind me, Aster snorted loudly.

Well, all right, then, said the shopkeeper, raising his hands. Youre in charge. Glad weve established that. So, my original question stands: how exactly can we help you, sir?

You gents are expecting a visit from a representative of Clan Olumnach, I said, smiling. When?

Everybody went silent again, looking nervously at each other.

I sighed. I see I need to establish a bit more of the nuance of this situation. Now, lets see, you lads will have been moved into the Gutters just within the last week. Previously you were part of a bandit gang out in the khora, yes?

Aye, thats right.

Adler, hissed one of the other men.

What? Adler shrugged emphatically. He obviously knows, and its not like thats a secret anyway.

Which group? I asked, maintaining the same pleasant demeanor. When they all just looked at each other again, I prompted further. Maybe Kosachs gang? Or were you theprivateers Clan Fladwych paid to poach on their neighbors lands? No? Perhaps the lads who had that sweet little gig due west of the city, extorting protection from those two outlying villages near the frontier?

Hells revels, hes well-informed, Adler muttered, then raised his voice, addressing himself to me. We had a little camp in the border forest between the Clan Luoch and Clan Oliwyn fiefsuh, my lord. Didnt really hit the farms or any travelers, we only stayed there because Clan Olumnach paid us to do someyknow, minor damage and thefts and such in the villages around there. Make the place feel unsafe, cast doubt on Clan Aelthwyns ability to keep the peace. It was all way more politics than I ever liked, but we werent bandits to begin with because we had any better options.

That was a bold move, considering the other likely response to sassing me would have involved burning and screaming.

In business, one must take risks. You dont strike me as a man of such fragile ego as to demand bowing and scraping from everyone. He glanced past me at Aster.

True enough. All right, lads, before he gets here, tell me what I should expect from the Olumnach representative. Any Blessings? Martial skills? Other relevant details?

Its not always the same guy, said Adler, but among those whove been sent Well, if they were Blessed, they never showed it. No obvious artifacts and didnt do magic in front of us. Dunno how much that means, mlord, we sure as hell never got shirty enough to need such demonstrations. As for martial skills Well, none of them was ever in armor.

Fighters, though, added another bandit. You can always tell, by the way they move. Way they aint scared of bein around rough lads like us. Every man they sent carried a swordrapiers, noblemans weapons. He nodded at my own. They was all middleborn, too. Well-bred enough, as things go, but probably not of the Olumnach bloodline.

So, nothing worth worrying about.

Not weaklings, either, Adler hastened to add. I suspect these boys are Clansguard commanders out of uniform. And the Olumnach Clansguard aint pushovers. If youre gonna gork this guy, best do it from behind while hes distracted.

No, no. I held up a warning hand. None of that, I need him alive. Hes going to tell me every detail about his Clans operations that I dont already know.

Laerdh coughed discreetly. Ah, my lord, its worth mentioning that the kind of men the Highlord uses to herd bandits are bound to him by more than coin and intimidation. Theyre not spineless, nor destitute. Itll take you more than a pretty speech and some spells to turn them.

Dont you worry, I said with a wink, Im very persuasive when I need to be.

Yeah, I fuckin believe that all right, mumbled the guy Id Immolated.

Well, cant say he didnt persuade us quick enough, Adler agreed.

You know, you boys are all right, I said cheerfully. I really hope I dont have to kill any of you later.

They exchanged another round of glances.

Is, uh Adler began hesitantly. Is there any way we might Better our chances of not having to be killed?

Well, that all depends on how you are with women and children.

He blinked at me in pure bafflement, then turned to one of his comrades for clarification, getting only a shrug.

Ohhh, Laerdh murmured. The Cats and the Rats, I see how it is. Now thats a shrewd angle, Lord Seiji. Gather up the most abused and despised? Well, there are plenty of those in Dlemathlys. Not much is more subversive in this country than compassion for the downtrodden.

Oh, I getcha, another bandit said, his expression clearing. I see whatcha mean, mlord. Aye, youll have gotten to know both types, if youve been out gathering up bandits. We get em both, lads like us who fell into a spot of hard luck, and them other bastards who were just gonna be bastards no matter what.

Oh, yeah, Adler added, catching on. I guess thats as good a test as any of a mans worth. Yeah, weve seen some shit out there. Some of those fuckstainsd rape their own sisters if they got bored enough. No, I doubt youll find any complaint with me or the boys, here. Tig an the othersll vouch for us, I bet.

Yeah, we aint middleborn gentlemen with fancy manners, chimed in another, but the girls never complained that I heard. Aint hard to be a decent enough sort, even if youre out robbing for a living.

Good to hear, I said noncommittally. Time would tell.

The shop door opened, suddenly. Biribo hadnt warned mehe was down my coat rather than in Asters pocket for the specific reason of being able to give warning if he felt it necessary. That he hadnt bothered told me we werent in danger. I turned around at an unhurried pace to find myself face to face with the representative of Clan Olumnach.

He was pretty much as the bandits had just described. Fairly pale of complexion with coarse brown hair, and wealthier than most middleborn, to judge by the extravagant silver trim and decorative chains on his charcoal gray coat. The obligatory rapier hung at his waist; currently he had his left hand resting on the pommel in the quasi-threatening position of a man reminding us he had a sword but not quite on the verge of drawing it.

What exactly is this? he demanded, curling up his lip at me. You idiots were told to be discreet. You, foreigner! This is a private meeting. Go elsewhere.

Wow, I said, impressed in spite of myself. That was a lot of needing to be taken down a peg packed into just a couple of short sentences. I hate him already. Thanks, my guy, that makes the next part easier.

The sneer deepened and he changed the position of his hands, moving the right across his waist to grasp the handle and prepare to draw his bladea thing I had not done because this cramped and cluttered shop was the worst possible place to try and use a long weapon like a rapier.

If you are considering

And that was as far as he got before Aster shot him in the back with a sleep dart.

Damn, but that felt good, she declared, looking down her nose at the rich soldier as he slumped to the floor. I had been pleasantly surprised to learn she was carrying one of those stingers. Perhaps I should have Kasser make me one, as well; Id been making do with my Blessings, but my particular arsenal of spells and artifacts made overwhelming force my only option in most situations. I lacked a means of discreetly neutralizing targets.

The hell just happened? demanded one of the bandits.

Thank you, Aster, I said. All right, lads! Welcome to the team. Gather up our luggage, there, and well be off. Through back alleys, if you please; the fewer eyes there are on this, the better.

Uh, sure, said Adler as one of his fellows stepped forward and bent to hoist the falling Olumnach soldier over his shoulder. Where, uh Where exactly are we going, mlord?

Dont worry, Ill lead the way, I assured him. Something told me it was best not to mention the goblins in front of Laerdh, as concerned as they were with their privacy. And speaking of which, there was the matter of mitigating the risk of letting him live, because I wasnt quite fallen to the depth of killing people just for knowing too much.

Yet.

I turned, reaching into my coin pouch, and tossed the fence a gold halo. For your trouble, sir. We both know you wont stay bribed as soon as my back is turned, so well call that compensation for any damages caused. And when I say that neither I, these boys, or the Olumnach rep ever showed up here tonight, it is purely in the spirit of friendly advice. Thats the story thatll keep you maximally out of trouble no matter who ends up reigning over Dounts underworld.

A very cogent analysis, my lord, he said smoothly, having already made the coin disappear. With a grin, Laerdh folded down his hands again. Forgive me, it seems Ive already forgotten your name and what you look like. Its been a surprising pleasure and I look forward to either working with you in the future or forgetting that you ever existed.

For now, that would have to do. If I succeeded in my planned next steps, what he knew would be irrelevant before anyone he talked to could act on it.

Good man. All right, gentlemen! Off we go. The night is young, and I have so much more to teach you about crime.