Last Argument Of Kings by Joe Abercrombie Read Free Book Online Page B

scraped around his feet. Harod the Great, Jezal guessed, but the recognition brought him little joy. Bayaz' favourite and most tiresome topic of conversation had been the achievements of that man. Harod the Great could be pickled in vinegar for all Jezal cared. Harod the Great could go—
    'Well, well, well…'
    She stood in the doorway, bright light from the hall beyond glowing in her dark hair and down the edges of her white dress, her head on one side and the faintest ghost of a smile on her shadowy face. She seemed hardly to have changed. So often in life, moments that are long anticipated turn out to be profound disappointments. Seeing Ardee again, after all that time apart, was undoubtedly an exception. All his carefully prepared conversation evaporated in that one instant, leaving him as empty-headed as he had been when he first laid eyes on her.
    'You're alive, then,' she murmured.
    'Yes… er… just about.' He managed half an awkward smile. 'Did you think I was dead?'
    'I hoped you were.' That wiped the grin off his face with sharp effect. 'When I didn't get so much as a letter. But really I thought you'd just forgotten about me.'
    Jezal winced. 'I'm sorry I didn't write. Very sorry. I wanted to…' She swung the door shut and leaned against it with her hands behind her, frowning at him all the while. 'There wasn't a day I didn't want to. But I was called for, and never had the chance to tell anyone, not even my family. I was… I was far away, in the west.'
    'I know you were. The whole city is buzzing with it, and if I've heard, it must be common knowledge indeed.'
    'You've heard?'
    Ardee jerked her head towards the hall. 'I had it from the maid.'
    'From the maid?' How the hell could anyone in Adua have heard anything about his misadventures, let alone Ardee West's maid? He was assailed with sudden unpleasing images. Crowds of servants giggling at the thought of him lying around crying over his broken face. Everyone who was anyone gossiping about what a fool he must have looked being fed with a spoon by a scarred brute of a Northman. He felt himself blushing to the tips of his ears. 'What did she say?'
    'Oh, you know.' She wandered absently into the room. 'That you scaled the walls at the siege of Darmium, was it? Opened the gates to the Emperor's men and so on.'
    'What?' He was even more baffled than before. 'Darmium? I mean to say… who told her…'
    She came closer, and closer, and he grew more and more flustered until he stammered to a stop. Closer yet, and she was looking slightly upwards into his face with her lips parted. So close that he was sure she was going to take him in her arms and kiss him. So close that he leaned forward slightly in anticipation, half-closing his eyes, his lips tingling… Then she passed him, her hair nearly flicking in his face, and went on to the cabinet, opening it and taking out a decanter, leaving him behind, marooned on the carpet.
    In gormless silence he watched her fill two glasses and offer one out, wine slopping and trickling stickily down the side. 'You've changed.' Jezal felt a sudden surge of shame and his hand jerked up to cover his scarred jaw on an instinct. 'I don't mean that. Not just that, anyway. Everything. You're different, somehow.'
    'I…' The effect she had on him was, if anything, stronger now than it used to be. Then there had not been all the weight of expectation, all the long day-dreaming and anticipation out in the wilderness. 'I've missed you.' He said it without thinking, then found himself flushing and had to try and change the subject. 'Have you heard from your brother?'
    'He's been writing every week.' She threw her head back and drained her glass, started to fill it again. 'Ever since I found out he was still alive, anyway.'
    'What?'
    'I thought he was dead, for a month or more. He only just escaped from the battle.'
    'There was a battle?' squeaked Jezal, just before remembering there was a war on. Of course there had been battles. He brought