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JON COURTENAY GRIMWOOD

THE FALLEN BLADE

Act One of THE ASSASSINI

wwworbitbooksnet For Sam who found Venice stranger than she imagined - photo 1

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For Sam,

who found Venice stranger than she imagined

Tycho a seventeen-year-old boy with strange hungers The Millioni Marco IV - photo 2

Tycho a seventeen-year-old boy with strange hungers The Millioni Marco IV - photo 3

Tycho, a seventeen-year-old boy with strange hungers

The Millioni

Marco IV, known as Marco the Simpleton, Duke of Venice and Prince of Serenissima

Lady Giulietta di Millioni, the fifteen-year-old cousin of Marco IV

Duchess Alexa, the late dukes widow, mother to Marco IV, sister-in-law of Prince Alonzo

Prince Alonzo, Regent of Venice

Lady Eleanor, Giuliettas cousin and lady-in-waiting

Marco III, known as Marco the Just. The late lamented Duke of Venice, elder brother of Alonzo and godfather of Lady Giulietta

Members of the Venetian court

Atilo il Mauros, ex-Lord Admiral of the Middle Sea, adviser to the late Marco III, and head of Venices secret assassins

Lord Bribanzo, member of the Council of Ten, the inner council that rules Venice under the duke. One of the richest men in the city

Lady Desdaio Bribanzo, his daughter and sole heir

Sir Richard Glanville, Cypriot envoy to Venice and knight of the Order of White Crucifers

Prince Leopold zum Bas Friedland, the German emperors bastard. Secret leader of the Wolf Brothers

Patriarch Theodore, Archbishop of Venice and friend of Atilo il Mauros

Dr. Hightown Crow, alchemist, astrologer and anatomist to the duke

Arial, the Duchess Alexas stregoi (her pet witch)

Atilos household

Iacopo, Atilos servant and member of the Assassini

Amelia, a Nubian slave and member of the Assassini

The Customs Office

Roderigo, Captain of the Dogana, penniless since he refuses to take bribes

Temujin, his half-Mongol sergeant

Street Thieves

Josh, fifteen-year-old gang leader

Rosalyn, his thirteen-year-old companion

Pietro, Rosalyns young brother

what a hell of witchcraft lies

In the small orb of one particular tear

A Lovers Complaint, William Shakespeare

The boy hung naked from wooden walls, shackles circling one wrist and both ankles. Hed fought for days to release his left hand, burning his skin on red-hot fetters as he worked to drag his fingers free. The struggle had left him exhausted andif he was honestno better off than before.

Help me, he begged, I will do whatever you ask.

His gods stayed silent.

I swear it. My life is yours.

But his life was theirs anyway; even here in an enclosed space where his lungs ached at every breath and the air was sour and becoming sourer. The gods had abandoned him to his death.

It would have helped if he could remember their names.

Some days he doubted they existed. If they did, he doubted they cared. The boys fury at his fate had become bitterness and despair, and then turned to false hope and fresh fury. Maybe hed missed an emotion, but hed worked his way through those he knew.

Yanking at his wrist made flesh sear.

Whatever magic his captors used was stronger than his will to be free. The chains with which they bound him were new, bolted firmly to the wall. Every time he grabbed a chain to yank at it, his fingers sizzled as if a torturer pressed white-hot irons into his skin.

Sweet gods, he whispered.

As if flattering the immortals could undo his earlier insults.

Hed shrieked at his gods, cursed them, called for the aid of demons. Begged for help from any human within earshot of his despair. A part of him wanted to return to shrieking. Simply for the release it would bring. Only hed screamed his throat raw days ago. Besides, who would come to his grotesque little cell with no doors? And if they did, how would they enter?

Murder. Rape. Treason

What else merited being walled up alive?

His crime was a mystery. What was the point of punishment if the prisoner couldnt remember what hed done? The boy had no memory of his name. No memory of why he was locked in a space little bigger than a coffin. Not even a memory of who put him here.

Earth strewed the floor, splattered with his own soiling.

It was days since hed needed to piss, and his lips were cracked like dry mud and raw from where he tried to lick them. He needed sleep almost as desperately as he wanted to be free, but every time he slumped his shackles burnt and the pain snapped him awake again. Hed done something wrong. Something very wrong. So wrong that even death wouldnt embrace him.

If only he could remember what.

You have a name. What is it?

Like hope and freedom, this too remained out of reach. In the hours that followed, the boy hovered on the edges of a fever. Sometimes his wits were sharp, but mostly he inhabited a blasted wasteland inside his own skull where his memories should be.

All he saw in there were shadows that turned away from him; and voices he was unable to hear clearly.

Pay attention, he told himself. Listen.

So he did. What he heard were voices beyond the wooden walls. A crowd from the sound of it, arguing. And though what he heard was little louder than a whisper it told him they spoke a language he didnt recognise. One voice snapped out an order, another protested. Then something slammed into the wall directly in front of him.

It sounded like an axe or a hammer.

The second blow was even harder. Then came a third, his wooden world splintering as sweet air rushed in and fetid air blew out. The light through the narrow gap was blinding. As if the gods had come for him after all.

Almost four months before the boy woke to find himself trapped in an airless wooden prison, a young Venetian girl hurried along a ramshackle fondamenta on her citys northern edge. In some places in that strange city the waterside walkways were built from brick or even stone. The one here was earth, above sharpened logs driven into the silt of the lagoon.

After sunset everywhere in Venice was unsafe, particularly if you were fifteen years old, unmarried and out of your area. But the red-haired girl on the fondamenta hoped to reach the brine pans before then. She planned to beg passage on a barge carrying salt to the mainland.

Her burgundy gown was already dusty and sweat stained.

Despite having walked for only an hour, shed reached another world entirely. One where silk dresses attracted envious glances. Her oldest gown was still richer than the campo ghetos best. Her hopes of passing freely ended when a small group of children stepped out of the shadows.

Opening her cloak, Lady Giulietta yanked free a gold locket from around her neck. Take this, she said. Sell it. You can buy food.

The boy with the knife sneered at her. We steal food, he said. We dont need your locket for that. Not from round here, are you?

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