The Astrologies

Chapter 3: Cadras and the Prisoner

Halvered stayed silent. Cadras stood before the man and stared blankly into his bruised face for a long time before saying, "I'm not here to kill you."

Halvered gave a hollow chuckle. "Alright, then. Get me out of these irons, boy."

Cadras pressed his knife lazily against Halvered's throat, and said, "A man in your position should be respectful."

"What do you want?" Halvered asked, annoyingly calm.

"I want help with a job." Cadras tickled Halvered's throat with the tip of his knife, then reached into his cloak and took out an ivory cylinder. It bore a worn relief of a man prostrating himself before a woman, flanked by two executioners. Above and below this scene were letters in an unfamiliar alphabet. Cadras twisted the cylinder and it came apart. Inside was a parchment scroll, which Cadras removed and unfurled.

"From what I've heard, you have an underdeveloped sense of gratitude and your word is worth practically nothing. I've had a contract drawn up by the Brotherhood of Earth and Dust." 

Halvered's ironic smile faded a bit and Cadras made a noise that might have passed for a laugh. 

"Good, I see you've heard of them."

"I thought you didn't believe in magic," Halvered said.

"I believe that the Brotherhood of Earth and Dust is a group of dour old men with an inflated notion of justice and few excellent assassins." Cadras explained. The Poorman's Union was full of people who knew somebody who had known somebody who had met a mysterious and gruesome end after breaking a Brotherhood contract. Those stories alone made their service valuable. They had not been easy to find, and the contract had been expensive, though Cadras had been able to pay the bulk of it in information, rather than coin.

"Maybe I can get out of here with out your help," Halvered suggested. He seemed uneasy about signing the contract.

"Maybe," Cadras began to slowly reroll the parchment. "There are a dozen pious men building a scaffold out there. If you don't get out, you'll hang in the morning. I think that would be a waste of talent."

Halvered licked his teeth. "Read me the contract."

"Whereas the undersigned shall receive reprieve from execution; And whereas he who presents this contract has undertaken risks to life and liberty in order to provide said freedom; The Brotherhood of Earth and Dust determines that the terms to be set forth below are commensurate and just, and agrees that said terms shall be enforced by the Brotherhood, with the penalty of forfeit being death."

Halvered rolled his eyes. "Get to the point."

"In exchange for me freeing you, you will agree to help me break into the Library of the Church of Quelestel. If you try to harm me, or take anything from me against my will, you forfeit the contract. If you forfeit the contract, the Brotherhood will hunt you down and kill you."
Cadras saw the suspicion in the old thief's face. Cadras was not being completely forthcoming, and Halvered knew it. Cadras waited. Halvered chewed his lip for a moment, and then grinned. 

"Well, that's not so bad. What are we after?"

"A book," Cadras answered. The scribe who Cadras knew was good for more than paper. He smuggled books out of the library, to circulate among their small underground group of philosophers. The books from the library were like nothing available for sale in the city. Their language was much richer, and more nuanced, to the point where reading them required frequent trips to the apothecary to consult his immense and ancient lexicon. According to the scribe, there was a room at the very center of the library that was a mystery to all the scribes, a room that not even the Candle could access. He claimed, however, that he had seen the Seer leaving the room with a book, and returning it later. Of all the riches in the Empire, Cadras felt certain that that book must be the most valuable. "We'll discuss the details after we've gotten out of here. There will be a patrol coming by any minute, and we don't want to have to fight our way out."

Cadras unlocked one of the shackles on Halvered's arms. The older man put a foot flat on the floor with a gasp of relief.

"Give me a quill, then," Halvered said.

Cadras shook his head and took out his dagger again.

"Ink's no good," he said, taking hold of Halvered's hand. The man's hand was gnarled with age, but the fingers were long and slender. With alarming quickness, Halvered broke free of Cadras and grabbed the wrist of his dagger hand. His grip was incredibly strong and Cadras made no attempt to break free. He looked at Halvered with disinterest.

Halvered looked at him intensely. "What do you want from me, boy?"

"You're the only person who has ever broken into the library. Like I said, I want a book."

This was not the whole truth, but if Halvered was still suspicious, he decided to resolve it later. He relaxed his grip on Cadras' wrist and held out his free hand. Cadras sliced the meaty part of the man's thumb and blood oozed out around the blade. Cadras held out the contract and Halvered smeared his thumb across it in two broad strokes. Cadras rolled the scroll up and put it back into the case. He quickly unlocked the remaining shackles and Halvered fell, groaning, to the floor. Now, for the first time, he looked like a bloody and broken old man. He rose slowly, clutching his side.

"How did you get out of here last time?" Cadras asked, looking out into the corridor to see if anybody was coming.

"Two levels down, there's a duct that connects to the steam tunnels for the baths. If you stay low, you can avoid being scalded." Halvered massaged his wrists as he spoke.

Cadras had never been in the bowels of the prison, but he had heard rumors of dormant machines, untouched for centuries, designed to break men in horrible ways. He had heard that there were lower levels still, and he believed it, because there was always something older and deeper in Merendir.

"Alright. Don't get caught. I'm staying here," Cadras said, locking the cell behind them. He pulled his stool up beside Stanton and sat. "Meet me at sunrise tomorrow outside the Furled Standard on the Street of Fools." He pulled out the scroll case and handed it to Halvered. "Take the contract. Destroying it doesn't make it void, but it does violate the second clause."

Cadras took out the remainder of the cigarette he had given Stanton and grasped it in his lips. 

Cadras had grown so accustomed to Stanton's dull, uncomprehending stares, that he was surprised when Halvered seemed to understand his plan immediately and hurried off down the corridor. Halvered was going to be a pleasure to work with, Cadras thought. At least until he realized that Cadras must have had contract prepared before Halvered had been arrested. Cadras lit the end of the cigarette and inhaled deeply. What a strange feeling, he thought, and slumped forward, unconscious.