Before They Are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie Read Free Book Online

bricks. The people were all dark-skinned, poorly dressed, hungry-looking. A bony woman peered out at them from a doorway. An old man with one leg hobbled past on bent crutches. Down a narrow alley ragged children darted between piles of refuse. The air was heavy with the stink of rot and bad sewers.
Or no sewers at all
. Flies buzzed everywhere. Fat, angry flies.
The only creatures prospering here
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    'If I'd known it was such a charming place,' observed Glokta, 'I'd have come sooner. Seems the Dagoskans have done well from joining the Union, eh?'
    Harker did not recognise the irony. 'They have indeed. During the short time the Gurkish controlled the city, they took many of the leading citizens as slaves. Now, under the Union, they are truly free to work and live as they please.'
    'Truly free, eh?'
So this is what freedom looks like
. Glokta watched a group of sullen natives crowding round a stall poorly stocked with half-rotten fruit and flyblown offal.
    'Well, mostly.' Harker frowned. 'The Inquisition had to weed out a few troublemakers when we first arrived. Then, three years ago, the ungrateful swine mounted a rebellion.'
After we gave them the freedom to live like animals in their own city? Shocking
. 'We got the better of them, of course, but they caused no end of damage. After that they were barred from keeping weapons, or entering the Upper City, where most of the whites live. Since then, things have been quiet. It only goes to show that a firm hand is most effective when it comes to dealing with these primitives.'
    'They built some impressive defences, for primitives.'
    A high wall cut through the city before them, casting a long shadow over the squalid buildings of the slum. There was a wide pit in front, freshly dug and lined with sharpened stakes. A narrow bridge led across to a tall gate, set between looming towers. The heavy doors were open, but a dozen men stood before them: sweating Union soldiers in steel caps and studded leather coats, harsh sun glinting on their swords and spears.
    'A well-guarded gate,' mused Vitari. 'Considering that it's inside the city.'
    Harker frowned. 'Since the rebellion, natives have only been allowed within the Upper City if they have a permit.'
    'And who holds a permit?' asked Glokta.
    'Some skilled craftsmen and so forth, still employed by the Guild of Spicers, but mostly servants who work in the Upper City and the Citadel. Many of the Union citizens who live here have native servants, some have several.'
    'Surely the natives are citizens of the Union also?'
    Harker curled his lip. 'If you say so, Superior, but they can't be trusted, and that's a fact. They don't think like us.'
    'Really?'
If they think at all it will be an improvement on this savage
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    'They're all scum, these browns. Gurkish, Dagoskan, all the same. Killers and thieves, the lot of them. Best thing to do is to push them down and keep them down.' Harker scowled out at the baking slum. 'If a thing smells like shit, and is the colour of shit, the chances are it is shit.' He turned and stalked off across the bridge.
    'What a charming and enlightened man,' murmured Vitari.
You read my mind
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    It was a different world beyond the gates. Stately domes, elegant towers, mosaics of coloured glass and pillars of white marble shone in the blazing sun. The streets were wide and clean, the residences well maintained. There were even a few thirsty-looking palms in the neat squares. The people here were sleek, well dressed, and white-skinned.
Aside from a great deal of sunburn
. A few dark faces moved among them, keeping well out of the way, eyes on the ground.
Those lucky enough to be allowed to serve? They must be glad that we in the Union would not tolerate such a thing as slavery
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    Over everything Glokta could hear a rattling din, like a battle in the distance. It grew louder as he dragged his aching leg through the Upper City, and reached a furious pitch as they emerged into a wide square, packed from one edge to the other