The money Mister Hertzoon had left with Kaz and Jordie ran out the following week. Jordie tried to return his new coat, but the shop wouldnโt take it, and Kazโs boots had clearly been worn.โ
When they brought the loan agreement Mister Hertzoon had signed to the bank, they found that โ for all its official-looking seals โ it was worthless paper. No one knew of Mister Hertzoon or his business partner.
They were evicted from the boarding house two days later, and had to find a bridge to sleep under, but were soon rousted by theย stadwatch. After that, they wandered aimlessly until morning. Jordie insisted that they go back to the coffeehouse. They sat for a long time in the park across the street. When night came, and the watch began its rounds, Kaz and Jordie headed south, into the streets of the lower Barrel, where the police did not bother to patrol.
They slept beneath a set of stairs in an alley behind a tavern, tucked between a discarded stove and bags of kitchen refuse. No one bothered them that night, but the next they were discovered by a gang of boys who told them they were in Razorgull territory. They gave Jordie a thrashing and knocked Kaz into the canal, but not before they took his boots.
Jordie fished Kaz out of the water and gave him his dry coat. โIโm hungry,โ Kaz said.
โIโm not,โ Jordie replied. And for some reason that had struck Kaz as funny, and theyโd both started laughing. Jordie wrapped his arms around Kaz and said, โThe city is winning so far. But youโll see who wins in the end.โ
The next morning, Jordie woke with a fever.
In years to come people would call the outbreak of firepox that struck Ketterdam the Queenโs Lady Plague, after the ship believed to have brought the contagion to the city. It hit the crowded slums of the Barrel hardest. Bodies piled up in the streets, and sickboats moved through the canals, using long shovels and hooks to tumble corpses onto their platforms and haul them out to the Reaperโs Barge for burning.
Kazโs fever came on two days after Jordieโs. They had no money for medicine or a medik, so they huddled together in a pile of broken-up wooden boxes that they dubbed the Nest.
No one came to roust them. The gangs had all been laid low by disease.
When the fever reached full fire, Kaz dreamed he had returned to the farm, and when he knocked on the door, he saw Dream Jordie and Dream Kaz already there, sitting at the kitchen table. They peered at him through the window, but they wouldnโt let him in, so he wandered through the meadow, afraid to lie down in the tall grass.
When he woke, he couldnโt smell hay or clover or apples, only coalsmoke, and the spongy rotting vegetable stink of garbage. Jordie was lying next to him, staring at the sky. โDonโt leave me,โ Kaz wanted to say, but he was too tired. So he laid his head on Jordieโs chest. It felt wrong already, cold and hard.
He thought he was dreaming when the bodymen rolled him onto the sickboat. He felt himself falling, and then he was caught in a tangle of bodies. He tried to scream, but he was too weak. They were everywhere, legs and arms and stiff bellies, rotting limbs and blue-lipped faces covered in firepox sores. He floated in and out of consciousness, unsure of what was real or fever dream as the flatboat moved out to sea. When they tumbled him into the shallows of the Reaperโs Barge, he somehow found the strength to cry out.
โIโm alive,โ he shouted, as loud as he could. But he was so small, and the boat was already drifting back to harbour.
Kaz tried to pull Jordie from the water. His body was covered in the little blooming sores that gave the firepox its name, his skin white and
bruised. Kaz thought of the little wind-up dog, of drinking hot chocolate on the bridge. He thought that heaven would look like the kitchen of the house on Zelverstraat and smell likeย hutspotย cooking in the Hertzoonsโ oven. He still had Saskiaโs red ribbon. He could give it back to her. They would make candies out of quince paste. Margit would play the piano, and he could fall asleep by the fire. He closed his eyes and waited to die.
Kaz expected to wake in the next world, warm and safe, his belly full, Jordie beside him. Instead, he woke surrounded by corpses. He was lying in the shallows of the Reaperโs Barge, his clothes soaked through, skin wrinkled from the damp. Jordieโs body was beside him, barely recognisable, white and swollen with rot, floating on the surface like some kind of gruesome deep sea fish.
Kazโs vision had cleared, and the rash had receded. His fever had broken. Heโd forgotten his hunger, but he was thirsty enough that he thought he would go mad.
All that day and night, he waited in the pile of bodies, looking out at the harbour, hoping the flatboat would return. They had to come to set the fires that would burn the corpses, but when? Did the bodymen collect every day? Every other day? He was weak and dehydrated. He knew he wouldnโt last much longer. The coast seemed so far away, and he knew he was too weak to swim the distance. He had survived the fever, but he might well die out here on the Reaperโs Barge. Did he care? There was nothing waiting for him in the city except more hunger and dark alleys and the damp of the canals. Even as he thought it, he knew it wasnโt true. Vengeance was waiting, vengeance for Jordie and maybe for himself, too. But he would have to go to meet it.
When night came, and the tide changed direction, Kaz forced himself to lay hands on Jordieโs body. He was too frail to swim on his own, but with Jordieโs help, he could float. He held tight to his brother and kicked towards the lights of Ketterdam. Together, they drifted, Jordieโs distended body acting as a raft. Kaz kept kicking, trying not to think of his brother, of the taut, bloated feel of Jordieโs flesh beneath his hands; he tried not to think of anything but the rhythm of his legs moving through the sea. Heโd heard there were sharks in these waters, but he knew they wouldnโt touch him. He was a monster now, too.
He kept kicking, and when dawn came, he looked up to find himself at the east end of the Lid. The harbour was nearly deserted; the plague had caused shipping in and out of Kerch to grind to a halt.
The last hundred yards were hard. The tide had turned once more, and it was working against him. But Kaz had hope now, hope and fury, twin flames burning inside him. They guided him to the dock and up the ladder. When he reached the top, he flopped down on his back on the wooden slats, then forced himself to roll over. Jordieโs body was caught in the current, bumping against the pylon below. His eyes were still open, and for a moment, Kaz thought his brother was staring back at him. But Jordie didnโt speak, he didnโt blink, his gaze didnโt shift as the tide dragged him free of the pylon and began to carry him out to sea.
I should close his eyes, thought Kaz. But he knew if he climbed down the ladder and waded back into the sea, he would never find his way out again. Heโd simply let himself drown, and that wasnโt possible any more. He had to live. Someone had to pay.
In the prison wagon, Kaz woke to a sharp jab against his thigh. He was ice cold and in darkness. There were bodies all around him, pressing against his back, his sides. He was drowning in corpses.
โKaz.โ A whisper. He shuddered.
Another jab to his thigh.
โKaz.โ Inejโs voice. He managed a deep breath through his nose. He felt her pull away from him. Somehow, in the cramped confines of the wagon, she managed to give him space. His heart was pounding.
โKeep talking,โ he rasped. โWhat?โ
โJust keep talking.โ
โWeโre passing through the prison gate. We made it past the first two checkpoints.โ
That brought him fully to his senses. Theyโd gone through two checkpoints. That meant theyโd been counted. Someone had opened that door โ not once but twice โ maybe even laid hands on him, and he hadnโt woken. He could have been robbed, killed. Heโd imagined his death a thousand ways, but never sleeping through it.
He forced himself to breathe deeply, despite the smell of bodies. Heโd kept his gloves on, something the guards might have easily taken note of,
and a frustrating concession to his weakness, but if he hadnโt, he felt fairly sure heโd have gone completely mad.
Behind him, he could hear the other prisoners murmuring to one another in different languages. Despite the fears the darkness woke in him, he gave thanks for it. He could only hope that the rest of his crew, hooded and burdened by their own anxiety, hadnโt noticed anything strange about his behaviour. Heโd been sluggish, slow to react when theyโd ambushed the wagon, but that was all, and he could make up some excuse to account for it.
He hated that Inej had seen him this way, that anyone had, but on the heels of that thought came another:ย Better it should be her.ย In his bones, he knew that she would never speak of it to anyone, that she would never use this knowledge against him. She relied on his reputation. She wouldnโt want him to look weak. But there was more to it than that, wasnโt there? Inej would never betray him. He knew it. Kaz felt ill. Though heโd trusted her with his life countless times, it felt much more frightening to trust her with this shame.
The wagon came to a halt. The bolt slid back, and the doors flew open.
He heard Fjerdan being spoken, then scraping noises and aย thunk. His collar was unlocked, and he was led from the wagon down some kind of ramp with the other prisoners. He heard what sounded like a gate creaking open, and they were herded forward, shuffling along in their shackles.
He squinted as his hood was suddenly yanked free. They were standing in a large courtyard. The massive gate set into the ringwall was already being lowered closed, and it struck the stones with an ominous series of clanks and groans. When Kaz looked up, he saw guards stationed all along the roof of the courtyard, rifles aimed down at the prisoners. The guards below were moving along the rows of shackled captives, trying to match them to the driverโs paperwork by name or description.
Matthias had described the layout of the Ice Court in detail, but heโd said little about the way it actually looked. Kaz had expected something old and damp โ grim grey stone, battle-hard. Instead, he was surrounded by marble so white it almost glowed blue. He felt as if heโd wandered into some dream-like version of the harsh lands theyโd travelled in the north. It was impossible to tell what might be glass or ice or stone.
โIf this isnโt Fabrikator craft, then Iโm the queen of the woodsprites,โ muttered Nina in Kerch.
โTig!โ one of the guards commanded. He slammed his rifle into her gut, and she doubled over in pain. Matthias kept his head turned, but Kaz didnโt miss the tension in his frame.
The Fjerdan guards were gesturing over their papers, trying to make the numbers and identities of the prisoners match up to the group before them. This was the first real moment of exposure, one Kaz would have no control over. It would have been too time-consuming and dangerous to pick and choose the prisoners theyโd replaced. It was a calculated risk, but now Kaz could only wait and hope that laziness and bureaucracy would do the rest.
As the guards moved down the line, Inej helped Nina to her feet. โYou okay?โ Inej asked, and Kaz felt himself drawn towards her
voice like water rolling downhill.
Slowly, Nina unbent herself and stood upright. โIโm fine,โ she whispered. โBut I donโt think we have to worry about Pekka Rollinsโ team any more.โ
Kaz tracked Ninaโs gaze to the top of the ringwall, high above the courtyard, where five men had been impaled on spikes like meat skewered for roasting, backs bent, limbs dangling. Kaz had to squint, but he recognised Eroll Aerts, Rollinsโ best lockpick and safecracker. The bruises and welts from the beating theyโd given him before his death were deep purple in the morning light, and Kaz could just make out a black mark on his arm โ Aertsโ Dime Lion tattoo.
He scanned the other faces โ some were too swollen and distorted in death to identify. Could one of them be Rollins? Kaz knew he should be glad another team had been taken out, but Rollins was no fool, and the thought that his crew hadnโt made it past the Ice Court gates was more than a little nerve-racking. Besides, if Rollins had met his death at the end of a Fjerdan pike โฆ No, Kaz refused that possibility. Pekka Rollins belonged to him.
The guards were arguing with the wagon driver now, and one of them was pointing at Inej.
โWhatโs happening?โ he whispered to Nina.
โTheyโre claiming the papers are out of order, that they have a Suli girl instead of a Shu boy.โ
โAnd the driver?โ asked Inej.
โHe just keeps telling them itโs not his problem.โ โThatโs the way,โ Kaz murmured encouragingly.
Kaz watched them go back and forth. That was the beauty of all these fail-safes and layers of security. The guards always thought they could rely on someone else to catch a mistake or fix a problem. Laziness wasnโt as reliable as greed, but it still made a fine lever. And they were talking about prisoners โ chained, surrounded on all sides, and about to be dumped into cells. Harmless.
Finally, one of the prison guards sighed and signalled to his cohorts. โDiveskemen.โ
โGo on,โ Nina translated, and then continued as the guard spoke. โTake them to the east block and let the next shift sort them out.โ
Kaz allowed himself the briefest sigh of relief.
As anticipated, guards split the group into men and women, then led both rows, chains jangling, through a nearly round archway fashioned in the shape of a wolfโs open mouth.
They entered a chamber where an old woman sat with her hands chained, flanked by guards. Her eyes were vacant. As each prisoner approached, the woman gripped his or her wrist.
A human amplifier.ย Kaz knew Nina had worked with them when sheโd been scouring the Wandering Isle for Grisha to join the Second Army. They could sense Grisha power by touch, and heโd seen them hired on at high stakes card games to make sure none of the players were Grisha. Someone who could tamper with another playerโs pulse or even raise the temperature in a room had an unfair advantage. But the Fjerdans used them for a different purpose โ to make sure no Grisha breached their walls without being identified.
Kaz watched Nina approach. He could see her trembling as she held out her arm. The woman clamped her fingers around Ninaโs wrist. Her eyelids stuttered briefly. Then she dropped Ninaโs hand and waved her along.
Had she known and not cared? Or had the paraffin theyโd used to encase Ninaโs forearms worked?
As they were led through an arch on the left, Kaz glimpsed Inej disappearing into the opposite arch with the other female prisoners. He felt a twinge in his chest, and with a disturbing jolt, he realised it was panic. Sheโd been the one to wake him from his stupor in the cart. Her
voice had brought him back from the dark; it had been the tether he gripped and used to drag himself back to some semblance of sanity.
The male prisoners were led clanking up a dark flight of stairs to a metal walkway. On their left was the smooth white bulk of the ringwall. To their right the walkway overlooked a vast glass enclosure, nearly a quarter mile long and tall enough to comfortably fit a trading ship. It was lit by a huge iron lantern that hung from the ceiling like a glowing cocoon. Looking down, Kaz saw rows of heavily armoured wagons capped by domed gun turrets. Their wheels were large and linked by a thick tread. On each wagon, a massive gun barrel โ somewhere between the shape of a rifle and a cannon โ jutted out into the space where a team of horses would ordinarily be hitched.
โWhat are those things?โ he whispered.
โTorvegen,โ Matthias said under his breath. โThey donโt need horses to pull them. They were still perfecting the design when I left.โ
โNo horses?โ
โTanks,โ murmured Jesper. โI saw prototypes when I was working with a gunsmith in Novyi Zem. Multiple guns in the turret, and that big barrel out in front? Serious firepower.โ
There were also gravity-fed heavy artillery guns in the enclosure, racks full of rifles, ammunition, and the little black bombs that Ravkans calledย grenatye. On the walls behind the glass, older weapons had been arranged in an elaborate display โ axes, spears, longbows. Above it all hung a banner in silver and white:ย STRYMAKT FJERDAN.
When Kaz glanced at Matthias, the big man muttered, โFjerdan might.โ
Kaz peered through the thick glass. He knew defences, and Nina had been right, this glass was another piece of Fabrikator work โ bulletproof and impenetrable. Coming or going from the prison, captives would see weapons, armaments, machines of war โ all a brutal reminder of the power of the Fjerdan state.
Go on and flex, Kaz thought.ย Doesnโt matter how big the gun is if you donโt know where to point it.
On the other side of the enclosure, he saw a second walkway, where the female prisoners were being marched.
Inej will be fine.ย He had to stay sharp. They were in enemy territory now, a place of steep risk, the kind of fix you didnโt walk out of if you didnโt keep your wits about you. Had Pekkaโs team made it this far
before theyโd been found out? And where was Pekka Rollins himself? Had he stayed safe and secure in Kerch, or was he a prisoner of the Fjerdans as well?
None of it mattered. For now, Kaz had to focus on the plan and finding Yul-Bayur. He glanced at the others. Wylan looked as if he was ready to wet himself. Helvar appeared grim as always. Jesper just grinned and whispered, โWell, weโve managed to get ourselves locked into the most secure prison in the world. Weโre either geniuses or the dumbest sons of bitches to ever breathe air.โ
โWeโll know soon enough.โ
They were led into another white room, this one equipped with tin tubs and hoses.
The guard gabbled something in Fjerdan, and Kaz saw Matthias and some of the others start to strip down. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat. He refused to vomit.
He could do this, he had to do this. He thought of Jordie. What would Jordie say if his little brother lost their chance at justice because he couldnโt conquer some stupid sickness inside him? But it only brought back the memory of Jordieโs cold flesh, the way it had grown loose in the salt water, the bodies crowding around him in the flatboat. His vision started to blur.
Get it together, Brekker, he scolded himself harshly. It didnโt help. He was going to faint again, and this would all be over. Inej had once offered to teach him how to fall. โThe trick is not getting knocked down,โ heโd told her with a laugh. โNo, Kaz,โ sheโd said, โthe trick is in getting back up.โ More Suli platitudes, but somehow even the memory of her voice helped. He was better than this. He had to be. Not just for Jordie, but for his crew. Heโd brought these people here. Heโd brought Inej here. It was his job to bring them out again.
The trick is in getting back up.ย He kept her voice in his head, repeating those words, again and again, as he stripped off his boots, his clothes, and finally his gloves.
He saw that Jesper was staring at his hands. โWhat were you expecting?โ Kaz growled.
โClaws, at least,โ Jesper said, shifting his gaze to his own bony bare feet. โPossibly a spiny thumb.โ
The guard returned from dumping their clothes in a bin that would no doubt be taken to the incinerator. He tilted Kazโs head back roughly and
forced his mouth open, feeling around with fat fingers. Black spots bloomed in Kazโs sight as he fought to remain conscious. The guardโs fingers passed over the spot between Kazโs teeth where heโd wedged theย baleen, then pinched and prodded the interior of his cheeks.
โOndetjรคrn!โ the guard exclaimed. โFellenjuret!โ he shouted again as he pulled two slender pieces of metal from Kazโs mouth. The lockpicks hit the stone floor with aย plink-plink. The guard shouted something at him in Fjerdan and cuffed him hard across the face. Kaz fell to his knees, but forced himself back up. He registered Wylanโs panicked expression, but it was all he could do to stay on his feet as the guard shoved him into line for an ice-cold shower.
When he emerged, soaked and shaking, another guard handed him colourless, prison-issue trousers and a tunic from the stack beside him. Kaz pulled them on, then limped to the holding area with the rest of the prisoners. In that moment, he would have given up half his share of the thirty millionย krugeย for the familiar heft of his cane.
The holding cells looked much more like the prison he had anticipated โ no white stone or glass displays, just dank grey rock and iron bars.
They were herded into an already crowded cell. Helvar sat down with his back to the wall, surveying the pacing men, eyes slitted. Kaz rested against the iron bars, watching the guards depart. He could sense the movements of the bodies behind him. There was space enough, but they still felt too close.ย Just a little longer, Kaz told himself. His hands felt impossibly bare.
Kaz waited. He knew what was coming. Heโd sussed out the others as soon as they entered the cell, and he knew it would be the burly Kaelish with the birthmark who came for him. He was twitchy, nervous, and heโd taken obvious notice of Kazโs limp.
โHey, cripple,โ the Kaelish said in Fjerdan. He tried again in Kerch, his lilt heavy. โHey, crip.โ He neednโt have bothered. Kaz knew the word for cripple in plenty of languages.
The next second, Kaz felt the air move as the Kaelish reached for him. He stepped left, and the Kaelish lurched forward, carried by his own momentum. Kaz helped him along, seizing the manโs arm and driving it through the space between bars, all the way up to the shoulder. The Kaelish let out a loud grunt as his face smashed up against the iron bars.
Kaz braced the manโs forearm against the metal. He threw his weight against his opponentโs body, and felt a satisfying pop as the Kaelishโs arm dislocated from his shoulder. As the man opened his lips to scream, Kaz covered his mouth with one hand and pinched his nose shut with the other. The feel of bare flesh on his fingers made him want to gag.
โShhhhhh,โ he said, using his grip on the manโs nose to steer him backwards to the bench against the wall. The other prisoners scattered to clear a path.
The man sat down hard, eyes watering, breathless. Kaz kept his hold on his nose and mouth. The Kaelish trembled beneath his grasp.
โYou want me to put it back?โ Kaz asked. The Kaelish whimpered.
โDo you?โ
He whimpered louder as the prisoners looked on.
โYou scream, and Iโll make sure it never works right again, understand?โ
He released the manโs mouth and shoved his arm back into its socket. The Kaelish rolled over on his side, curled up on the bench, and began to weep.
Kaz wiped his hands on his trousers and returned to his spot by the bars. He could feel the others watching, but now he knew he would be left in peace.
Helvar came up beside him. โWas that really necessary?โ
โNo.โ But it had been โ to make sure they were left alone to do what needed to be done, and to remember that he wasnโt helpless.