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business to go anything like this far. Damn Bayaz and his idiotic advice. But there was nothing for it now but to carry it through. He assumed his most fearless and arrogant expression.
    'One step further and I'll stick you like the swine you are.' He looked from one of the watchmen to the other. 'Well? Do any of you care to test me?' He earnestly hoped that none of them did, but he need not have worried. They were predictably cowardly in the face of determined resistance, and loitered just out of range of his steels.
    'No one deals with the watch like that. We'll find you, you can depend on—'
    'Finding me will present no difficulty. My name is Captain Luthar, of the King's Own. I am resident in the Agriont. You cannot miss it. It is the fortress that dominates the city!' And he jabbed up the street with his long steel, making one of the watchmen stumble away in fear. 'I will receive you at your convenience and you can explain to my patron, Lord Marshal Varuz, your disgraceful behaviour towards this woman, a citizen of the Union guilty of no greater crime than being poor!'
    A ludicrously overblown speech, of course. Jezal found himself almost flushing with embarrassment at that last part. He had always despised poor people, and he was far from sure his opinions had fundamentally changed, but he got carried away halfway through and had no choice but to finish with a flourish.
    Still, his words had their effect on the city watch. The three men backed away, for some reason grinning as if the whole business had gone just as they planned, leaving Jezal to the unwanted approval of the crowd.
    'Well done, lad!'
    'Good thing someone's got some guts.'
    'What did he say his name was?'
    'Captain Luthar!' roared Bayaz suddenly, causing Jezal to jerk round halfway through sheathing his steels. 'Captain Jezal dan Luthar, the winner of last year's Contest, just now returned from his adventures in the west! Luthar, the name!'
    'Luthar, did he say?'
    'The one who won the Contest?'
    'That's him! I saw him beat Gorst!'
    The whole crowd were staring, wide-eyed and respectful. One of them reached out, as though to touch the hem of his coat, and Jezal stumbled backwards, almost tripping over the beggar-girl who had been the cause of the whole fiasco.
    'Thank you,' she gushed, in an ugly commoner's accent rendered still less appealing by her bloody mouth. 'Oh, thank you, sir.'
    'It was nothing.' Jezal edged away, deeply uncomfortable. She was extremely dirty, at close quarters, and he had no wish to contract an illness. The attention of the group as a whole was, in fact, anything but pleasant. He continued to shuffle backwards while they watched him, all smiles and admiring mutterings.
    Ferro was frowning at him as they moved away from the Four Corners. 'Is there something?' he snapped.
    She shrugged. 'You're not as much of a coward as you were.'
    'My thanks for that epic praise.' He rounded on Bayaz. 'What the hell was that?'
    'That was you carrying out a charitable act, my boy, and I was proud to see it. It would seem my lessons have not been entirely wasted on you.'
    'I meant,' growled Jezal, who felt himself to have gained less than nothing from Bayaz' constant lecturing, 'what were you about, proclaiming my name to all and sundry? The story will now spread all over town!'
    'I had not considered that.' The Magus gave a faint smile. 'I simply felt that you deserved the credit for your noble actions. Helping those less fortunate, the aid of a lady in distress, protecting the weak and so forth. Admirable, truly.'
    'But—' muttered Jezal, unsure whether he was being taken for a fool.
    'Here our paths diverge, my young friend.'
    'Oh. They do?'
    'Where are you going?' snapped Ferro suspiciously.
    'I have a few matters to attend to,' said the Magus, 'and you will be coming with me.'
    'Why would I do that?' She appeared to be in a worse mood even than usual since they left the docks, which was no mean achievement.
    Bayaz' eyes rolled to the sky.