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Chapter no 37

Crooked Kingdom (Six of Crows, #2)

โ€ŒKย az had been standing next to Kuwei when the bullet struck and had been the first to his side. He heard a smattering of gunfire in the cathedral, most likely panickedย stadwatchย officers with hasty trigger fingers. Kaz knelt over Kuweiโ€™s body, hiding his left hand from view, and jabbed a syringe into the Shu boyโ€™s arm. There was blood everywhere. Jellen Radmakker had fallen to the stage and was bellowing, โ€œIโ€™ve been shot!โ€ He had not been shot.โ€Œ

Kaz shouted for the medik. The little bald man stood paralyzed beside the stage where heโ€™d been tending to Wylan, his face horror-stricken. Matthias seized the medikโ€™s elbow and dragged him over.

People were still pushing to get out of the church. A brawl had erupted between the Ravkan soldiers and the Fjerdans as Sturmhond, Zoya, and Genya bolted for an exit. The members of the Merchant Council had surrounded Van Eck with a clutch of men from theย stadwatchย . He wasnโ€™t going anywhere.

A moment later, Kaz saw Inej and Jesper pushing against the tide of people trying to escape down the center aisle. Kaz let his eyes scan Inej once. She was bloody, and her eyes were red and swollen, but she seemed all right.

โ€œKuweiโ€”โ€ said Inej.

โ€œWe canโ€™t help him now,โ€ said Kaz.

โ€œWylan!โ€ Jesper said, taking in the cuts and rapidly forming bruises. โ€œSaints, is all that real?โ€

โ€œAnika and Keeg did a number on him.โ€

โ€œI wanted it to be believable,โ€ said Wylan.

โ€œI admire your commitment to the craft,โ€ said Kaz. โ€œJesper, stay with Wylan. Theyโ€™re going to want to question him.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m fine,โ€ said Wylan, though his lip was so swollen it sounded more like, โ€œIโ€™b fibe.โ€

Kaz spared a single nod for Matthias as twoย stadwatchย guards lifted Kuweiโ€™s body onto a stretcher. Instead of fighting the crowds in the cathedral, they headed for the arch that led to Ghezenโ€™s little finger and the exit beyond. Matthias trailed them, pulling the medik along. There could be no questions surrounding Kuweiโ€™s survival.

Kaz and Inej followed them into the nave, but Inej paused at the archway. Kaz saw her look once over her shoulder, and when he tracked her gaze he saw that Van Eck, surrounded by furious councilmen, was staring right back at her. He remembered the words sheโ€™d spoken to Van Eck on Goedmedbridge,ย You will see me once more, but only once.ย From the nervous bob of Van Eckโ€™s throat, he was remembering too. Inej gave the smallest bow.

They raced up the pinky nave and into the chapel. But the door to the street and the canal beyond was locked. Behind them, the door to the chapel banged shut. Pekka Rollins leaned back against it, surrounded by four of his Dime Lion crew.

โ€œRight on time,โ€ said Kaz.

โ€œI suppose you predicted this too, you tricksy bastard?โ€ โ€œI knew you wouldnโ€™t let me walk away this time.โ€

โ€œNo,โ€ Rollins conceded. โ€œWhen you came to me looking for money, I should have gutted you and your friends and saved myself a lot of hassle. That was foolish of me.โ€ Rollins began to shrug off his jacket. โ€œI can admit I didnโ€™t show you the proper respect, lad, but now youโ€™ve got it. Congratulations. Youโ€™re worth the time itโ€™s going to take me to beat you to death with that stick of yours.โ€ Inej drew her knives. โ€œNo, no, little girl,โ€ Rollins said warningly. โ€œThis is between me and this skivstain upstart.โ€

Kaz nodded to Inej. โ€œHeโ€™s right. Weโ€™re long overdue for a chat.โ€

Rollins laughed, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves. โ€œThe time for talk is over, lad. Youโ€™re young, but Iโ€™ve been brawling since long before you were born.โ€

Kaz didnโ€™t move; he kept his hands resting on his cane. โ€œI donโ€™t need to fight you, Rollins. Iโ€™m going to offer you a trade.โ€

โ€œAh, a fair exchange in the Church of Barter. You cost me a lot of money and earned me a lot of trouble with your scheming. I donโ€™t see what you could possibly have to offer that would satisfy me as much as killing you with my bare hands.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s about the Kaelish Prince.โ€

โ€œThree stories of paradise, the finest gambling den on East Stave. You plant a bomb there or something?โ€

โ€œNo, I mean the little Kaelish prince.โ€ Rollins stilled. โ€œFond of sweets, red hair like his father. Doesnโ€™t take very good care of his toys.โ€

Kaz reached into his coat and drew out a small crocheted lion. It was a faded yellow, its yarn mane tangledโ€”and stained by dark soil. Kaz let it drop to the floor.

Rollins stared at it. โ€œWhat is that?โ€ he said, his voice little more than a whisper. Then, as if coming back to himself, he shouted, โ€œWhat is that?ย โ€ โ€œYou know what it is, Rollins. And werenโ€™t you the one who told me how much alike you and Van Eck are? Men of industry, building something to leave behind. Both of you so concerned with your legacy.

What good is all that if thereโ€™s no one to leave it to? So I found myself asking, just who is he building for?โ€

Rollins clenched his fists, the meaty muscles of his forearms flexing, his jowls quivering. โ€œI will kill you, Brekker. I will kill everything you love.โ€

Now Kaz laughed. โ€œThe trick is not to love anything, Rollins. You can threaten me all you like. You can gut me where I stand. But thereโ€™s no way youโ€™ll find your son in time to save him. Shall I have him sent to your door with his throat cut and dressed in his best suit?โ€

โ€œYou trifling piece of Barrel trash,โ€ Rollins snarled. โ€œWhat the hell do you want from me?โ€

Kaz felt his humor slide away, felt that dark door open inside of him. โ€œI want you to remember.โ€

โ€œRemember what?โ€

โ€œSeven years ago you ran a con on two boys from the south. Farm boys too stupid to know any better. You took us in, made us trust you, fed usย hutspotย with your fake wife and your fake daughter. You took our trust and then you took our money and then you took everything.โ€ He could see Rollinsโ€™ mind working. โ€œCanโ€™t quite recall? There were so many, werenโ€™t there? How many swindles that year? How many unlucky pigeons have you conned in the time since?โ€

โ€œYou have no rightโ€”โ€ Pekka said angrily, his chest rising and falling in ragged bursts, his eyes drawn again and again to the toy lion.

โ€œDonโ€™t worry. Your boy isnโ€™t dead. Yet.โ€ Kaz watched Pekkaโ€™s face closely. โ€œHere, Iโ€™ll help. You used the name Jakob Hertzoon. You made my brother a runner for you. You operated out of a coffeehouse.โ€

โ€œAcross from the park,โ€ Pekka said quickly. โ€œThe one with the cherry trees.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s it.โ€

โ€œIt was a long time ago, boy.โ€

โ€œYou duped us out of everything. We ended up on the streets and then we died. Both of us in our own way. But only one of us was reborn.โ€

โ€œIs that what this has been about all this time? Why you look at me with murder in those sharkโ€™s eyes of yours?โ€ Pekka shook his head. โ€œYou were two pigeons, and I happened to be the one who plucked you. If it hadnโ€™t been me, it would have been someone else.โ€

That dark door opened wider. Kaz wanted to walk through it. He would never be whole. Jordie could never be brought back. But Pekka Rollins could learn the helplessness theyโ€™d known.

โ€œWell, itโ€™s your bad luck that it was you,โ€ he bit out. โ€œYours and your sonโ€™s.โ€

โ€œI think youโ€™re bluffing.โ€

Kaz smiled. โ€œI buried your son,โ€ he crooned, savoring the words. โ€œI buried him alive, six feet beneath the earth in a field of rocky soil. I could hear him crying the whole time, begging for his father.ย Papa, Papa.ย Iโ€™ve never heard a sweeter sound.โ€

โ€œKazโ€”โ€ said Inej, her face pale. This she would not forgive him.

Rollins bulled toward him, grabbed him by his lapels, and slammed him against the chapel wall. Kaz let him. Rollins was sweating like a moist plum, his face livid with desperation and terror. Kaz drank it in. He wanted to remember every moment of this.

โ€œTell me where he is, Brekker.โ€ He smashed Kazโ€™s head against the wall again.ย โ€œTell me.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a simple trade, Rollins. Just speak my brotherโ€™s name and your son lives.โ€

โ€œBrekkerโ€”โ€

โ€œTell me my brotherโ€™s name,โ€ Kaz repeated. โ€œHow about another hint? You invited us to a house on Zelverstraat. Yourย wifeย played the piano. Her name was Margit. There was a silver dog and you called your

daughter Saskia. She wore a red ribbon in her braid. You see? I remember. I remember all of it. Itโ€™s easy.โ€

Rollins released him, paced the chapel, ran his hands through his thinning hair.

โ€œTwo boys,โ€ he said frantically, searching for the memory. He whirled on Kaz, pointing. โ€œI remember. Two boys from Lij. You had a piddling little fortune. Your brother fancied himself a trader, wanted to be a merch and get rich like every other nub who steps off a browboat in the Barrel.โ€ โ€œThatโ€™s right. Two more fools for you to cozy. Now tell me his name.โ€ โ€œKaz and โ€ฆโ€ Rollins clasped his hands on top of his head. Back and forth he crossed the chapel, back and forth, breathing heavily, as if heโ€™d run the length of the city. โ€œKaz and โ€ฆโ€ He turned back to Kaz. โ€œI can

make you rich, Brekker.โ€

โ€œI can make myself rich.โ€

โ€œI can give you the Barrel, influence youโ€™ve never dreamed of.

Whatever you want.โ€

โ€œBring my brother back from the dead.โ€

โ€œHe was a fool and you know it! He was like any other mark, thinking he was smarter than the system, looking to make quick coin. You canโ€™t fleece an honest man, Brekker. You know that!โ€

Greed is my lever.ย Pekka Rollins had taught him that lesson, and he was right. Theyโ€™d been fools. Maybe one day Kaz could forgive Jordie for not being the perfect brother he held in his heart. Maybe he could even absolve himself for being the kind of gullible, trusting boy who believed someone might simply want to be kind. But for Rollins there would be no reprieve.

โ€œYou tell me where he is, Brekker,โ€ Rollins roared in his face. โ€œYou tell me where my son is!โ€

โ€œSay my brotherโ€™s name. Speak it like they do in the magic shows on East Staveโ€”like an incantation. You want your boy? What right does your son have to his precious, coddled life? How is he different from me or my brother?โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t know your brotherโ€™s name. I donโ€™t know! I donโ€™t remember! I was making my name. I was making a little scrub. I thought you two would have a rough week and head home to the country.โ€

โ€œNo, you didnโ€™t. You never gave us another thought.โ€ โ€œPlease, Kaz,โ€ whispered Inej. โ€œDonโ€™t do this. Donโ€™t be this.โ€ Rollins groaned. โ€œI am begging youโ€”โ€

โ€œAre you?โ€

โ€œYou son of a bitch.โ€

Kaz consulted his watch. โ€œAll this time talking while your boy is lost in the dark.โ€

Pekka glanced at his men. He rubbed his hands over his face. Then slowly, his movements heavy, as if he had to fight every muscle of his body to do it, Rollins went to his knees.

Kaz saw the Dime Lions shake their heads. Weakness never earned respect in the Barrel, no matter how good the cause.

โ€œI am begging you, Brekker. Heโ€™s all I have. Let me go to him. Let me save him.โ€

Kaz looked at Pekka Rollins, Jakob Hertzoon, kneeling before him at last, eyes wet with tears, pain carved into the lines of his flushed face.ย Brick by brick.

It was a start.

โ€œYour son is in the southernmost corner of Tarmakkerโ€™s Field, two miles west of Appelbroek. Iโ€™ve marked the plot with a black flag. If you leave now, you should get to him in plenty of time.โ€

Pekka lurched to his feet and began calling orders. โ€œSend ahead to the boys to have horses waiting. And get me a medik.โ€

โ€œThe plagueโ€”โ€

โ€œThe one whoโ€™s on call for the Emerald Palace. You haul him out of the sick ward yourself if you have to.โ€ He jabbed a finger into Kazโ€™s chest. โ€œYouโ€™ll pay for this, Brekker. Youโ€™ll pay and keep paying. There will be no end to your suffering.โ€

Kaz met Pekkaโ€™s gaze. โ€œSuffering is like anything else. Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste.โ€

โ€œLetโ€™s go,โ€ said Rollins. He fumbled with the locked door. โ€œWhereโ€™s the damn key?โ€ One of his men came forward with it, but Kaz noticed the distance he kept from his boss. Theyโ€™d be telling the story of Pekka Rollins on his knees all over the Barrel tonight, and Rollins must know it too. He loved his son enough to wager the whole of his pride and reputation. Kaz supposed that should count for something. Maybe to someone else it would have.

The door to the street burst open, and a moment later they were gone.

Inej sank down into a squat, pressing her palms to her eyes. โ€œWill he get there in time?โ€

โ€œFor what?โ€

โ€œTo โ€ฆโ€ She stared up at him. He was going to miss that look of surprise. โ€œYou didnโ€™t do it. You didnโ€™t bury him.โ€

โ€œIโ€™ve never even seen the kid.โ€ โ€œBut the lionโ€”โ€

โ€œIt was a guess. Pekkaโ€™s pride in the Dime Lions is plenty predictable. Kid probably has a thousand lions to play with and a giant wooden lion to ride around on.โ€

โ€œHow did you even know he had a child?โ€

โ€œI figured it out that night at Van Eckโ€™s house. Rollins wouldnโ€™t stop flapping his gums about the legacy he was building. I knew he had a country house, liked to leave the city. Iโ€™d just figured he had a mistress stashed somewhere. But what he said that night made me think again.โ€

โ€œAnd that he had a son, not a daughter? That was a guess too?โ€

โ€œAn educated one. He named his new gambling hall the Kaelish Prince. Had to be a little red-headed boy. And what kid isnโ€™t fond of sweets?โ€

She shook her head. โ€œWhat will he find in the field?โ€

โ€œNothing at all. No doubt his people will report that his son is safe and sound and doing whatever pampered children do when their fathers are away. But hopefully Pekka will spend a few agonized hours digging in the dirt and wandering in circles before that. The important thing is that he wonโ€™t be around to back up any of Van Eckโ€™s claims and that people will hear he fled the city in a rushโ€”with a medik in tow.โ€

Inej gazed up at him and Kaz could see her completing the puzzle. โ€œThe outbreak sites.โ€

โ€œThe Kaelish Prince. The Emerald Palace. The Sweet Shop. All businesses owned by Pekka Rollins. Theyโ€™ll be shut down and quarantined for weeks. I wouldnโ€™t be surprised if the city closes some of his other holdings as a precaution if they think his staff is spreading disease. It should take him at least a year to recover financially, maybe more if the panic lasts long enough. Of course, if the Council thinks he helped set up the false consortium, they may never grant him a license to operate again.โ€

โ€œFate has plans for us all,โ€ Inej said quietly. โ€œAnd sometimes fate needs a little assistance.โ€

Inej frowned. โ€œI thought you and Nina chose four outbreak sites on the Staves.โ€

Kaz straightened his cuffs. โ€œI also had her stop at the Menagerie.โ€

She smiled then, her eyes red, her cheeks scattered with some kind of dust. It was a smile he thought he might die to earn again.

Kaz checked the time. โ€œWe should go. This isnโ€™t over.โ€

He offered her a gloved hand. Inej heaved a long, shuddering breath, then took it, rising like smoke from a flame. But she did not let go. โ€œYou showed mercy, Kaz. You were the better man.โ€

There she went again, seeking decency when there was none to be had. โ€œInej, I could only kill Pekkaโ€™s son once.โ€ He pushed the door open with his cane. โ€œHe can imagine his death a thousand times.โ€

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