King Pinch by David Cook

Author:David Cook [Cook, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-7869-6410-9
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2012-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

Pinch sat at a dark table in a dark corner the way he always preferred. From the dawn light until now, he reviewed the day’s events. Too much was happening that he didn’t control: strange voices, stranger hands in the dark, Manferic returned, and Lissa retreating. Everything about it was the design of fates beyond his control, and that Pinch could not abide. For fifteen years he had fought to be the master of his own life, and now in the span of a few days, everything was conspiring to take that apart.

One by one the drinks came, and as part of the ritual his mind followed in its cunning, Pinch dedicated each mug to a threat to future well-being.

“Here’s to Manferic,” the rogue toasted to no one in particular on his first blackjack of heady wine. “Were the bastard’s memory truly dead.” It was a toast to more than just bitter memories. The undead king was the first and foremost problem. There was little doubt what Pinch’s reward would be when his job was done. King Manferic had always been brutally efficient at removing useless pawns. The rogue drained the mug in one long gulp, slapped it on the table, and sat brooding as he stared at the chisel work of a previous customer. Several times he waved off the landlord while plots played themselves out in his mind.

At last he called for a second blackjack, and when it came he raised it high. “To Cleedis.” Again he repeated the ritual of drink and brood. What was the chamberlain’s part, and just whom did he serve? Dead Manferic used him, but the late king trusted no one, that Pinch was certain. But old Cleedis wasn’t a fool, though he played the role for others. As a general he’d had a cunning mind for traps and lures. The rogue was running the gantlet for these two without knowing even where it would end.

With these two, Manferic and Cleedis, at least the threat was clear. They wanted him to do the job and then they wanted him dead. The rogue was clear on that. Already he was threading plots within their plots, plans to keep himself alive. It was life as normal in Ankhapur.

With his third mug, Pinch contemplated the coldest challenge of all. He raised his blackjack to Lissa and her quest. She was close, too close. The rogue was sure she’d gotten her suspicions from Cleedis or maybe one of the princes, though Pinch doubted they were that well-informed or clever. It was a way for Cleedis to keep him under good behavior, to control his life.

He could kill her and have done with it, like he’d once considered on the road, but the thought didn’t appeal to him. He was getting sentimental, fond of her easy gullibility. There had to be a use for her alive.

The only other choice, though, was to give her a thief. It couldn’t be just any thief. It had be someone she suspected.

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