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the royal court that had turned Altapasaeda upside down, I’d been in a sort of stupor. Perhaps that was only to be expected. But what had demoralised me wasn’t the threat of Panchessa’s arrival; after the events of recent weeks, the mere likelihood of danger was becoming harder and harder to take seriously. No, what had truly thrown me was the shock, like ice water flung in my face, that all my recent attempts to do good had been for nothing. Every menace I’d stood against, each tyrant I’d struggled to depose, had only given way to something worse.
    Now here we were, Mounteban’s sins forgiven with an ease that had never been shown to my own comparatively minor transgressions. I’d never be truly accepted by Estrada and Alvantes, and given how misguided their efforts had proved, that was no bad thing. Their plans were doomed – and as long as I tied my flag to their mast, so was I. Here was a chance, though, surely a last chance, to turn my fortunes around. Because as full as the palace might be with peril, it was every bit as full of wealth.
    One last job. I’d said it before, but this time I’d make certain it was true. If I left the palace alive, I’d also leave it rich. And after that, nothing would keep me in this doomed city.
    Ahead of me, Alvantes slowed, and I just barely avoided tripping over his heels. Roused from my reverie, I realised we’d come to a halt before a building I recognised. I’d passed obliviously through the entirety of the Market District, and now here we were somewhere close to the north wall, gathered before an ugly structure of bare grey stone.
    It was amazing that the odour hadn’t warned me, really – for now that I was paying attention, the ancient stink of rotted flesh climbed into my nose and refused to let go. The building had been a tannery until quite recently; as I understood, the owner had decided that skipping town would be more palatable than trying to pay his inordinate gambling debts, and it had fallen vacant a month ago.
    The reason I recognised it was presumably the same reason we were standing before it now: there were very few empty buildings in Altapasaeda large enough to house a hundred giants. Even then, a better solution could probably have been found had everyone not had more pressing worries. As it was, since the giants weren’t inclined to complain, the decision had been swiftly made and forgotten.
    Whatever the giants’ nasal failings, what was suitable for their habitation remained repulsive to mere men. Alvantes gathered himself with a visible effort, scrunching his nose against the stink before pressing through the gap in the open double doors. Estrada went next, then Mounteban, and I followed behind, sparing a sympathetic glance for Navare and his fellow guardsman, who were experiencing this olfactory horror for the first time.
    Inside, I focused all my willpower on not retching. The fixtures and furnishings had long since vanished, no doubt stolen by competitors or sold by disgruntled creditors, the only evidence of their vanished presence the geometry of cleaner patches amidst the thickening dust. However, stripping the great room to bare boards and walls had done nothing to wipe away the vile, mingled odours that had seeped into them over the years.
    If it bothered the giants even slightly, they gave no indication. They’d settled themselves in clumps around the room, their presence making the considerable space seem almost cramped. There was little light in there, nothing but dim beams descending from openings near the ceiling, but the gloom didn’t seem to concern them either.
    Saltlick was on his feet and rushing over almost before we’d entered, his usual broad grin of greeting spread across his face. Seeing him, I felt a sudden surge of resentment on his behalf. What right did Estrada have to ask for anything more from him or his people? They were only still here because Saltlick had offered their help in rebuilding after the recent