The Thin Executioner. Даррен Шэн

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СКАЧАТЬ nice,” Jebel said. As Bastina smiled, he added, “But not as nice as Debbat’s new ear-ring.”

      “Of course not,” Bastina said sullenly. “I can’t afford the same rings or clothes as a high maid.”

      “That’s a pity,” said Jebel, thinking about Debbat’s tight blouses. Then he recalled his father’s speech and sighed. “What am I going to do, Bas? Everybody will laugh at me. How can I face my friends, feeling like a worm? I…”

      He stopped, dismayed that he’d revealed his true feelings. “Never mind,” he grunted, pushing past Bastina.

      “You could talk to your father,” Bastina said softly.

      Jebel paused and looked back. “What?”

      “Tell him how he hurt you. Explain your feelings. Maybe you can–”

      “Are you mad?” Jebel burst out. “Tell him he made a mistake? He’d whip me till I dropped! It’s bad enough as it is — I’ll end up a damn teacher or judge. But if I whine like a girl, he’ll send me off to do women’s work.”

      “I was only trying to help,” Bastina said.

      “How can an ugly little troll like you help?” Jebel sneered.

      “At least I’m not a runt!” Bastina shouted and instantly regretted it.

      Jebel’s lips trembled. For a moment he thought about strangling Bastina – he’d be executed if he did, and all his worries would be behind him – but then he came to his senses and he slumped to the ground.

      “I’m ruined, Bas,” Jebel groaned. “I can’t live like this. Every day I’ll be reminded of what my father said, the way he disgraced me. I dreamt of proving myself in the regiments, of maybe even serving the high lord, but no one will want me now.”

      Tears welled up in Bastina’s eyes. She crouched beside Jebel and took his hand. “You can’t think like that. A warrior’s life isn’t for everyone. You have to make the best of what you have.”

      Jebel didn’t hear her. He was thinking. “Maybe I’ll enter the mukhayret,” he muttered. “I can’t win, but if I made it past the first few rounds…”

      “No,” Bastina said, squeezing his hand. “You can’t compete against the likes of J’An and J’Al. People would mock you. It would make things worse.”

      “I might surprise them,” Jebel persisted. “Maybe make it to the last eight. If I did, my father would be proud of me.”

      Bastina shook her head. “Only the strongest enter the mukhayret. People will sneer and make fun of you if you put yourself forward as a genuine contender.”

      “Not if I made it to the last eight,” Jebel said stubbornly.

      “But you wouldn’t!” Bastina lost her temper with her foolish friend. “You’d be crushed in the first round, humiliated in front of the whole city. You’re not a warrior, Jebel, and even Sabbah Eid couldn’t turn you into…”

      Jebel’s head shot up and Bastina winced. She smiled shakily. “What I mean–”

      “Sabbah Eid,” Jebel interrupted, his brown eyes lighting up.

      “No,” Bastina groaned. “Don’t even think–”

      “Sabbah Eid!” Jebel exclaimed and leapt to his feet. “Bas, you’re wonderful!” He bent and kissed her forehead, then ran off before she could say anything else, leaving her to sit in the dust, cursing herself for the suicidal notion which she had inadvertently placed in Jebel’s dizzy head.

      THREE

      The high maid Debbat Alg was watering flowers in one of her father’s gardens. Debbat enjoyed gardening. It was her only pastime, apart from looking beautiful. Her servants did most of the hard work – sowing, seeding, digging – but Debbat often watered and pruned in the spring and summer evenings.

      She was examining a cluster of pink roses near a wall when somebody hissed overhead. Looking up, she was astonished to spot skinny Jebel Rum in a tree, grinning down at her like a cat.

      “What do you think you’re doing?” Debbat shouted, taking a step back.

      “Quiet!” Jebel pleaded. “I need to talk with you. I have a favour to ask.”

      Debbat’s eyes narrowed. “You disappeared swiftly this morning,” she chuckled wickedly.

      Jebel pretended he hadn’t heard. “I need your help.”

      “With what?” Debbat snorted. “Getting down out of that tree?”

      “No. I want to quest, but I need permission. Your father–”

      “Wait a minute,” Debbat interrupted. “You want to quest?”

      “Yes.”

      “Quest where? For what?”

      Jebel paused for effect, then said, “To Tubaygat, to petition Sabbah Eid.”

      Debbat’s jaw dropped. “You’re mad!” she squealed.

      “I’m going to become the new executioner,” Jebel said. “I can’t win the mukhayret as I am, so I’m going to quest. I’ll work my way north to Tubaygat, ask Sabbah Eid to give me inhuman strength and make me invincible, then return. Nobody can stop me winning then.”

      “Indeed not,” Debbat said mockingly. “Nobody could stop you becoming high lord either, if you had a mind to.”

      “But I don’t,” Jebel said. “I’ll swear to that if your father will hear my request. That’s one of the reasons I don’t want to ask my own father, so there can be no trouble between our families.”

      “The other reason being he wouldn’t let you go.” Debbat laughed. “It’s been a hundred years since anybody completed a quest to Tubaygat. Dozens of our finest warriors have died trying, or returned defeated and shamed. What makes you think you’ll fare any better?”

      “I’ve nothing to lose,” Jebel said softly. “I’m shamed anyway if I stay.”

      Debbat started to dismiss him. He was a silly boy and he was wasting her time. But then she saw his look of glum determination and stopped. She was sure he’d fail, but in the unlikely event that he did return triumphant, he would be the most revered man in Abu Aineh. He would become the executioner and claim her as his wife. Her mother had taught her never to offend those you might one day be at the mercy of.

      “What makes you think my father will hear your request?” she asked.

      “You’re his favourite daughter,” Jebel said. “He’ll listen if you enter a plea on my behalf.”

      “Why should I? I’d have to vouch for you. I’d be discredited if you failed.”

      “No,” Jebel said. “I’ll quest in your name. If I die, you’ll be honoured. If I fail and survive, СКАЧАТЬ