Myrrolen's Ghost Circus
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Konrad Savast is the Malykant: foremost and most secret servant of the God of Death. His job? To track down the foulest of murderers and bring them to The Malykt's Justice. No mercy. No quarter.
It’s the Festival of the Dead, and Myrrolen’s famed circus has opened in town for one marvellous week. But the festivities are interrupted when a lifeless body turns up on stage in the middle of a performance… and then disappears.
Konrad’s investigation brings him face-to-face with the enigmatic Myrrolena herself: Ringmistress and adept keeper of the circus’s secrets. To uncover the murderer, he must dig deeply behind the scenes of the famed Ghost Circus—but Myrrolena may prove to be more than a match for the Malykant…
Charlotte E. English
English both by name and nationality, Charlotte hasn’t permitted emigration to the Netherlands to damage her essential Britishness. She writes colourful fantasy novels over copious quantities of tea, and rarely misses an opportunity to apologise for something. Spanning the spectrum from light to dark, her works include the Draykon Series, Modern Magick, The Malykant Mysteries and the Tales of Aylfenhame.
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Myrrolen's Ghost Circus - Charlotte E. English
Myrrolen's Ghost Circus
The Malykant Mysteries, 3
Charlotte E. English
Copyright © 2013 by Charlotte E. English
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Contents
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
Chapter One
Konrad Savast — poison-master, servant of the Lord of Death and gentleman of the city of Ekamet — stood surveying his wardrobe with deep distaste. His shirts were out of order again. He spotted at least four that were out of strict colour sequence, and was that a linen shirt hanging with the cotton ones? Abominable.
He paid his valet enough, or so he thought. Why couldn’t the man keep a mere forty shirts in tolerable order? He had given time off to visit the circus, yes; but was it too much to expect that the valet see to his wardrobe first?
Sighing, Konrad sorted through the mess until he found the shirt he was looking for — a thick cotton one to ward off the late autumn chill, dark red in colour. It had a tall, striking collar, which would look well when teamed with a lace cravat. He donned these, together with a dark, well-cut coat and trousers, and stood back to survey the effect.
It did indeed look well, but the reflection gave Konrad no particular satisfaction. He frowned at the mirror and turned away.
Master, whispered Eetapi in his mind.
What? he snapped back.
Are you well?
Eetapi’s physical form — or what passed for it — materialised in the air before him. She was a snake, or had been in life. She maintained the semblance of a serpent after death, but that was mostly an affectation. She was nothing but dust, air and consciousness.
And a dolefully melodic voice that grated intolerably on him today.
I am perfectly well, he replied.
But —
Did you have something useful to say? he interrupted. A new case for me to address? Word from my Master? He hoped that the answer to one or the other might be yes
. He would welcome the distraction.
No, Eetapi admitted. We were just —
Just what?
Well —
Go away, Eetapi, he sighed.
The snake faded away.
Konrad left his dressing room and marched downstairs. It had been three weeks since he’d had any real work to do, and his last few cases had been dull. A married woman had stabbed her cheating husband in his sleep; it had been pathetically easy to figure that one out. He’d had the case solved and the perpetrator dispatched within two days. There had been an inheritance battle — another one, funny how many people were willing to kill for money or property — and a crazy who’d killed a child. That one had been depressing. He needed a nice, clear-cut case, challenging but not too harrowing. A case where everyone was a villain, so he didn’t have to engage in any moral dilemmas. That would be nice.
Which meant, he realised, that he was effectively hoping for someone to be murdered sometime soon. And he’d come to think of a plain old common-or-garden murder as basic work; these days it took something special to unsettle him.
That kind of detachment was necessary in his job, but it didn’t make him feel any better about himself.
He marched into the spacious hallway of his mansion house, and a footman rushed to help him on with his boots. The lad sensibly kept his mouth shut, perhaps warned by the thunderous look on his master’s face. Or maybe it was just habit, these days; Konrad’s mood had been black for some time.
‘Thank you,’ he said curtly to the boy, prompted by a twinge of conscience.
The footman just nodded and scuttled away. If anything, Konrad’s curt comment had alarmed rather than reassured him.
‘Pah,’ Konrad sighed.
He collected his hat and cane and made for the door, but before he reached it Ootapi flickered into view. Right in his face.
Master, Ootapi said in his mind, and Konrad winced. This one had a voice like splintering ice. If Eetapi’s tones grated on him, the other serpent’s words were like icicles driven into his brain.
Yes?
It has been five months and seventeen days since you were last worth talking to, Ootapi informed him.
Konrad blinked. A most precise reckoning.
I have kept count, the serpent replied gravely.
Thank you for your diligence. Do you tell me this for any particular purpose, or merely to depress me further?
Ootapi twitched in the air. I hope to inspire you to some improvement.
An intriguing approach. It doesn’t have a high chance of succeeding, does it?
No, indeed, the snake agreed. And so I would like to inform you, on behalf of Eetapi as well as myself, that our period of employment with you will terminate at the end of another thirteen days, unless some marked improvement is observed before that time.
Konrad’s eyebrows shot up. You’re handing in notice?
We intend to seek a post with better conditions, Ootapi said coolly.
Konrad was speechless. Conditions? Period of employment? The snakes were envoys from Konrad’s Master, The Malykt: He Who Handled Death, Passing On, Spirits and all that kind of thing. They carried messages from the Master and helped him to carry out his job — to bring murderers to justice. And they had contracts of employment? They worried about working conditions?
They could quit?
Thank you, Konrad managed after a moment. I wish you luck with your next position. What manner of job that might be, Konrad couldn’t imagine; what else could a pair of dead snakes do with themselves?
Ootapi twitched and vanished. Konrad shrugged. Perhaps the spirit had been hoping for a different response, but what could he say? Ootapi was right: he’d been unbearable for months, and he didn’t expect that to change anytime soon.
Being an outcast would do that to anybody, especially when it was deserved.
Oh, he was a popular figure in Ekamet, at least on the surface. But that was because of his wealth and style and looks; nothing that mattered, and none of the people who knew him as Mr Konrad Savast, wealthy gentleman of leisure, really knew him at all.
Those who did — those who knew what his real job was, how he truly spent his time — came to shun him, sooner or later. He didn’t blame them. If he could shun himself, he would have by now.
Perhaps he’d get lucky sometime soon, and some indignant killer would stick a stake in him or something. Maybe his Master would actually let him die. It was probably about time for The Malykt to pick a new servant, someone younger, faster, less... jaded.
Well, Konrad could hope.
Anyway, the Festival of the Dead was in full swing across the city this week. Ordinarily it was something Konrad enjoyed. It was a strange festival, a macabre but curiously light-hearted celebration of death. People around here, they feared death as much as anyone else, and nobody looked forward to dying (well, most people didn’t). But they also accepted Passing as a natural and necessary process, and the Festival of the Dead was The Malykt’s time, when people honoured Him for the care he took to ensure that everyone ended up in their proper places once they died.
Konrad’s identity was a secret, of course, and the role of the Malykant was controversial. Some welcomed his interference in murder cases, viewing him as a bringer of fitting justice upon those who meddled with the natural life-death cycle. Others thought him a mere brute, pointing out — rightly enough — that murder cases weren’t always clear-cut and the people he slew in his Master’s name sometimes had persuasive defences for their actions. Taken all together, that meant that nobody wasted time honouring the Malykant during the Festival of the Dead, but that didn’t really bother him. He enjoyed the colourful clothes, the street markets and the Festival foods, and — most of all — Myrrolen’s Circus. He was on his way there now.
He didn’t bother with his carriage. The streets were too busy for coaches; he’d spend longer waiting to get through the queues than it would take him to walk to the field on the edge of the city where the circus was pitched. He took his time,