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catching them. I’ve made it my business. Would it surprise you to know that you’re the only person who’s ever stolen from me since? In all that time, not one thief has managed to take my purse. Can you imagine that?’

    Berren made a play at being mute. The sky was clear and a near-full moon hung brightly in the sky right above them, but the man’s face was hidden in shadows. Berren couldn’t see his eyes.

    The hand on his arm shook him and began to hurt. ‘No, sir,’ he mumbled.

    ‘Speak up!’

    ‘No, sir!’

    ‘Do you know who I am?’

    Berren shook his head.

    ‘I’m a thief-taker. Do you know what that is?’

    Berren knew exactly. Someone who hunted down thieves for the bounty on them. He nodded.

    ‘Where I come from, people often have lots of names. We acquire them the way you Arians acquire gold. They just fall out of the air and land on us. Some of those who know me call me the Undertaker when they think I can’t hear.’ The man laughed. ‘Do you understand?’

    Berren nodded. ‘Because you kill people,’ he blurted.

    The thief-taker shook his head. ‘No, boy, it’s a play on words. Because I undertake to do things and I always hold my promises. And yes, because sometimes I kill people as I do it. The sort of men who pay me like to have their little jokes.’ He snorted. ‘But unlike others, when I undertake to do something, it gets done. I swore an oath that no one would ever steal from me again without being hunted down and punished. So I’ve come to punish you for stealing from me. Had to. I’m not going to hurt you, not unless I have to. No, but you and I have some business to attend to.’ He pulled Berren around, so they were staring eye to eye, just as they had when they first met in the alley. ‘That man back there. Hatchet. I might hurt him , though. Would you like me to? If you want me to, I will. I’m sure the city would be a better place without him.’

    Berren stared at him. Without doubt the man meant every word.

    ‘I’m sure he beats you.’

    Berren nodded.

    ‘He sold you to me for a silver crown. That’s all. So. Do you want me to hurt him? Just ask. That’s all you have to do. Or nod. We can say nodding if you’re finding it difficult to talk.’

    Berren said nothing. He could feel his eyes burning.

    ‘What if I were to say that I’d let you go? I’d have to. Couldn’t hold on to you while I was crippling your master, now could I? You could get away. If you think I wouldn’t find you.’

    Berren could feel the tears ready to burst out of his eyes. He pulled his arm as hard as he could, trying to get away, but the thief-taker’s grip was like a shackle. The man shook him.

    ‘Answer me, boy.’

    Berren shook his head. The tears were out now, rolling down his cheeks.

    ‘Good.’ The thief-taker nodded. ‘At least now we know you have something to work with in there. Remorse or shame or a bit of both, either will do. Gods know I have enough of both to drown.’ He stared at Berren again, the same half-not-there stare he’d given in the alley, except this time his grip didn’t slip. ‘By the Sun, there really is a bit of him in you.’

    Then the thief-taker shook his head, as if in amazement, and he marched Berren away.

4

    THE THIEF-TAKER

    T he man from the alley, whatever names he had, dragged Berren through the streets of Deephaven. They left Shipwrights, crossed Reeper Hill and skirted the edge of the sea-docks. Out in the deep bay that had given the city its name, dozens of tall ships lay at anchor in the night, silhouettes in the moonlight. Their creaks and groans echoed across the still waters like the calls of restless souls. Berren’s neck prickled at the sound. Sometimes voices rang out, the distant and ghostly shouts of men calling news from ship to ship. They walked past bawdy houses and Moongrass dens, the drinking shops and the gambling holes. Men with hunched shoulders hurried by, hiding their faces. Women strutted on