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just over a year ago. The old Emperor died. Throat cut. Terrible business, even if he was a complete arsehole.’
    â€˜I’m sure. So who’s Emperor now?’
    Basano yawned. ‘A man called Tazencius,’ he replied. ‘Cousin or second cousin of the last bloke.’
    â€˜And he cut the last man’s throat, did he?’
    Basano shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘In fact, he was hundreds of miles away when it happened. Oh, he was in on the plot all right, he just wasn’t around for the actual killing. Anyhow, everybody was mighty pleased when the old bastard got cut up, but by all accounts, this Tazencius is even worse. Well, that goes without saying: taxes up by a fifth. And what’s worse, they actually collect them, even out here.’
    â€˜That’s unusual, is it?’
    â€˜Too right. First tax collector some of the younger blokes had ever seen, caused quite a stir. Anyhow, we cracked him over the head and stuck his body in number three, and reckoned that ought to be the end of it.’
    â€˜And was it?’
    â€˜No way.’ Basano pulled a wry face. ‘Couple of months later, a whole army shows up. Well, several dozen, anyhow, all in armour and stuff, asking had we seen this man, because he’d gone missing, and he’d been headed out our way. So we said, no, we’d never set eyes on anybody like that; and of course they couldn’t prove anything. But they made us hand over the money. Two thousand gross-quarters. Worse than robbery, if you ask me, because with robbers at least you can fight back. But if you scrag two dozen soldiers, all that happens is that next time they send two hundred, and then you’re screwed.’
    Poldarn dipped his head by way of acknowledgement. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘I’m definitely not the Emperor Tazencius,’ he said. No earthly point in mentioning that he had good reason to believe that Tazencius, assuming they were talking about the same man, had at one stage been his father-in-law. ‘How about the second nastiest?’
    Basano grinned. ‘If you ask me, Tazencius is a pussycat compared to five or six other people. No, if you’d asked the question any time when we hadn’t just had the taxes, what everybody’d have said was Feron Amathy. General Feron Amathy, he is now, or probably Marshal or Protector, because it’s practically a known fact that it was him as had the old Emperor killed. Pretty much running things, especially since he married Tazencius’s daughter. Makes him next in line to the throne, see, if anything happens to Tazencius. Which it will,’ Basano added, ‘or I’m an earwig.’
    Poldarn dipped his head again. ‘So that’s two nasty men I’m definitely not,’ he said.
    â€˜Three,’ Basano said, pouring beer and getting a respectable proportion of it into the cup. ‘Third nastiest by anybody’s reckoning is this priest bastard, the one who’s running around with all the sword-monks and that sort.’
    â€˜Sword-monks,’ Poldarn repeated. ‘Weren’t they all killed by the raiders?’
    â€˜Most of them,’ Basano confirmed. ‘But not nearly enough. Actually, that made things a whole lot worse; because before the raiders burned down the monks’ castle, place called Deymeson, the monks mostly stayed home and didn’t bother anybody, apart from princes and rich merchants and the like. But now they’ve got no home, so they’re just sort of wandering about the place, stealing and killing anything that moves. And a lot of other scumbags have joined up with them. Supposed to be all about religion – the end of the world is nigh and all that shit – but if you ask me it’s just an excuse for riding round the home provinces in this huge caravan of carts and slaughtering people. Anyhow, their boss is some ex-monk who goes by the name of Monach – which is