'Ninefingers, yes.' The little man pressed forwards and seized Logen's hand in both of his, gripping it tightly. 'It is an honour and privilege most profound,' he said, closing his eyes and bowing his head, 'to make your acquaintance!'

'You've heard of me?'

'Alas, no, but all God's creatures are worthy of the deepest respect.' He bowed his head again. 'I am Brother Longfoot, a traveller of the illustrious order of Navigators. There are few lands beneath the sun upon which my feet have not trodden.' He pointed down towards his well-worn boots then spread his arms wide. 'From the mountains of Thond to the deserts of Shamir, from the plains of the Old Empire to the silver waters of the Thousand Isles, all the world is my home! Truly!'

He spoke the northern tongue well, better than Logen himself perhaps. 'And the North too?'

'One brief visit, in my youth. I found the climate somewhat harsh.'

'You speak the language well enough.'

'There are few tongues that I, Brother Longfoot, cannot speak.

An effortless skill with languages is but one among my many remarkable talents.' The man beamed. 'God has truly blessed me,' he added.

Logen wondered if this might be some elaborate joke. 'What brings you here?'

'I have been sent for!' His dark eyes sparkled.

'Sent for?'

'Indeed I have! By Bayaz, the First of the Magi! I have been sent for, and I have come! That is my way! A most generous contribution to the coffers of the order has been made in return for my remarkable talents, but I would have come without it. Indeed. Without it!'

'Really?'

'Indeed!' The small man stepped away and started to stride around the room at a terrific pace, rubbing his hands together. 'The challenge of this assignment spoke as much to the pride of the order, as to its well-documented greed! And it was I! I who was selected, from all the Navigators within the Circle of the World, for this task! I, Brother Longfoot! I, and no other! Who in my position, of my reputation, could resist such a challenge?'

He stopped before Logen and looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for an answer to his question. 'Er-'

'Not I!' shouted Longfoot, setting off on another circuit of the room. 'I did not resist it! Why would I? That would not be my way! To journey to the very edge of the World? What a tale that will make! What an inspiration to others! What an-'

'The edge of the World?' asked Logen suspiciously.

'I know!' The strange man clapped him on the arm. 'We are equally excited!'

'This must be our Navigator.' Bayaz emerged from his room.

'I am indeed. Brother Longfoot, at your service. And you are, I presume, none other than my illustrious employer, Bayaz, the First of the Magi.'

'I am he.'

'It is an honour and a privilege most profound!' cried Longfoot, springing forward and seizing the Magus by the hand, 'to make your acquaintance!'

'Likewise. I trust your journey was a pleasant one.'

'Journeys are always pleasant to me! Always! It is the time between them that I find trying. Indeed it is!' Bayaz frowned over at Logen but he could only shrug his shoulders. 'May I ask how long it will be until we begin our journey? I am most keen to embark!'

'Soon, I hope, the last member of our expedition will arrive. We will need to charter a ship.'

'Of course! It shall be my particular pleasure to do so! What shall I tell the captain of our course?'

'West across the Circle Sea, to Stariksa, then on to Calcis in the Old Empire.' The little man smiled and bowed low. 'You approve?'

'I do, but ships rarely pass to Calcis now. The Old Empire's endless wars have made the waters dangerous thereabouts. Piracy, alas, is rife. It may be difficult to find a captain willing.'

'This should help.' Bayaz tossed his ever-bulging purse onto the table.

'It should indeed.'

'Make sure the ship is fast. Once we are ready I do not wish to waste a day.'

'On that you may depend,' said the Navigator, scooping up the heavy bag of coins. 'To sail in slow vessels is not my way! No! I will find for you the fastest ship in all Adua! Yes! She shall fly like the breath of God! She shall skip over the waves like-'

'Merely fast will do.'

The little man inclined his head. 'The time of departure?'

'Within the month.' Bayaz looked at Logen. 'Why don't you go with him?'

'Uh?'

'Yes!' shouted the Navigator, 'we will go together!' He grabbed Logen by the elbow and began to pull him towards the door.

'I will expect some change, Brother Longfoot!' called Bayaz, from behind.

The Navigator turned in the doorway. 'There will be change, on that you may depend. An eye for value, a flair for barter, a dauntless purpose in negotiation! These are but three,' and he smiled broadly, 'of my remarkable talents!'

'It is a fabulous place, this Adua. Truly. Few cities are its equal. Shaffa, perhaps, is larger, but so very dusty. None could deny that Westport and Dagoska have their sights. Some think of Ospria, on its mountain slopes, as the most beautiful city of the world, but Brother Longfoot's heart, it must be said, belongs to great Talins. Have you been there, Master Ninefingers, have you seen that noble settlement?'

'Er . . .' Logen was busy trying to keep up with the little man, dodging between the endless flow of people.

Longfoot stopped so suddenly that Logen almost piled into him. The Navigator turned, his hands raised, a faraway look in his eye. 'Talins at sunset, seen from the ocean! I have witnessed many remarkable things, believe me, but I declare that to be the most beautiful sight in all the world. The way the sun gleams on the myriad canals, on the glinting domes of the Grand Duke's citadel, on the graceful palaces of the merchant princes! Where now does the shining sea end, and the shining city begin? Ah! Talins!' He turned and charged off once more and Logen hurried after him.

'But this Adua is a fine place, certainly, and growing every year. Things have changed a great deal here since my last visit, indeed they have. Once there were only noblemen and commoners. The noblemen owned the land so they had the money and therefore the power. Ha. Simple, you see?'

'Well-' Logen was having trouble seeing much further than Longfoot's back.

'But now they have trade, and so much of it. Merchants, and bankers, and so forth. Everywhere. Armies of them. Now commoners can be rich, you see? And a rich commoner has power. Is he a commoner now, or a nobleman? Or is he something else? Ha. Very complicated all of a sudden, no?'

'Er-'

'So much wealth. So much money. But so much poverty too, eh? So many beggars, so many poor. Hardly healthy, so rich and so poor, so close together, but it's a fine place still, and always growing.'

'I find it too crowded,' mumbled Logen as a shoulder barged past him, 'and too hot.'

'Bah! Crowded? Do you call this crowded? You should see the great temple in Shaffa at morning prayer! Or the grand square before the Emperor's palace when new slaves are up for auction! And hot? Do you call this hot? In Ul-Saffayn, in the far south of Gurkhul, it gets so hot during the summer months that you can cook an egg on your doorstep. Truly! This way.' He ducked through the passing crowds towards a narrow sidestreet. 'This way is the quickest!'

Logen caught him by the arm. 'Down there?' He peered into the gloom. 'You sure?'

'Can you doubt it?' demanded Longfoot, suddenly horrified. 'Can it be that you could doubt it? Among all my remarkable talents, it is my skill at navigation that is paramount! It is for that talent, above all, that the First of the Magi has made so generous a contribution to the coffers of the order! Could it be that you . . . but wait.' He held up his hand and began to smile again, then tapped Logen on the chest with his forefinger. 'You do not know Brother Longfoot. Not yet. You are watchful and cautious, I see it, fine qualities in their place. I cannot expect you to have my unshakeable faith in my abilities. No! That would not be fair. Unfairness is not an admirable quality. No! Unfairness is not my way.'

'I meant-'

'I shall convince you!' shouted Longfoot. 'Indeed I shall! You will come to trust my word before your own! Yes! This way is the quickest!' And he strode off down the dingy alleyway with remarkable speed, Logen struggling to keep up though his legs were a good half-foot longer.

'Ah, the back streets!' called the Navigator over his shoulder as they passed down dark and grimy lanes, the buildings crowding in ever closer. 'The back streets, eh?' The alleys grew narrower, darker, and dirtier still. The little man turned to the left and the right, never pausing for an instant to consider his course. 'Do you smell that? Do you smell that, Master Ninefingers? It smells like . . .' he rubbed his thumbs and fingertips together as he strode along, searching for the words ' . . . mystery! Adventure!'

It smelled like shit to Logen. A man lay on his face in the gutter, dead drunk perhaps, or maybe simply dead. Other men passed by, limping and haggard, or standing in threatening groups in doorways, handing round bottles. There were women here too.

'Four marks and I'll give you a blessing, Northman!' one of them called to Logen as they passed. 'A blessing you won't soon forget! Three, then!'

'Whores,' whispered Longfoot, shaking his head, 'and cheap ones too. You like women?'

'Well-'

'You should go to Ul-Nahb my friend! Ul-Nahb on the shores of the Southern Sea! You could buy a bed-slave there. Indeed you could! They cost a fortune, but they train these girls for years!'

'You can buy a girl?' asked Logen, mystified.

'Boys too, if your taste bends that way.'

'Eh?'

'They train them for years, truly. It's a whole industry down there. You want skilled? Do you? These girls have skills you wouldn't believe! Or visit Sipani! There are places in that city phew! The women are beautiful, beautiful every one! Truly! Like princesses! And clean,' he muttered, peering at one of the scruffy women by the roadside.

A bit of dirt didn't bother Logen any. Skilled and beautiful all sounded too complicated to him. One girl caught his eye as they passed, leaning against a door-frame with one arm up. Watching them pass with a half-hearted smile. Logen found her pretty, in a desperate sort of a way. Prettier than he was anyway, and it had been a long time. You have to be realistic about these things.

Logen stopped in the street. 'Bayaz wanted change?' he muttered.

'He did. He was most specific on the subject.'

'There's money to spare, then?'

Longfoot raised one eyebrow. 'Well, perhaps, let me see ...'

He pulled out the purse with a flourish and opened it, rooting around inside. There was a loud jingling of coins.

'You think that's a good idea?' Logen glanced nervously up and down the street. Several faces had turned towards them.

'What's that?' asked the Navigator, still poking around in the purse. He pulled some coins out, holding them up to the light and peering at them, then pressed them into Logen's palm.

'Subtlety isn't one of your talents, is it?' Some of the shabby men in the alley began to move slowly, curiously towards them, two from in front, one from behind.

'No indeed!' laughed Longfoot. 'No indeed! I am a straight-talking man, that is my way! Yes indeed! I am a . . . ah.' He had noticed the shadowy figures sidling towards them now. 'Ah. This is unfortunate. Oh dear.'

Logen turned to the girl. 'Do you mind if we . . .' She slammed the door shut in his face. Other doors up and down the street began to close. 'Shit.' he said. 'How are you at fighting?'

'God has seen fit to bless me with many remarkable talents,' murmured the navigator, 'but combat is not one of them.'

One of the men had an ugly squint. 'That's a big purse for a little man,' he said, as he came close.

'Well, er . . .' murmured Longfoot, creeping behind Logen's shoulder.

'An awful big load for a little man to carry,' said the other.

'Why not let us help you with it?'

Neither one of them had weapons ready, but by the way their hands were moving Logen knew they had them. There was a third man behind him too, he could sense him moving forwards now. Close. Closer than the other two. If he could deal with that one first, the one behind, his chances might be good. He couldn't risk looking round, that would spoil the surprise. He'd simply have to hope for the best. As always.

Logen gritted his teeth and flung his elbow backwards. It hit the man behind in the jaw with a heavy crunch, and Logen caught his wrist in his other hand, which was lucky, because he had a knife out and ready. Logen smashed him in the mouth with his elbow again, tearing the blade from his limp fingers as he dropped into the street, head smacking against the dirty cobbles. He whipped round, half expecting to get stabbed in the back, but the other two hadn't moved too quick. They had knives of their own out, and one had taken a half-step towards him, but he paused when he saw that Logen had the blade up, ready to fight.

It was a meagre kind of a weapon, six inches of rusty iron without even a cross-piece, but it was better than nothing. A lot better. Logen waved it around in the air in front of him, just to make sure that everyone could see it. Felt good. His odds were much improved.

'Right then,' said Logen, 'who's next?'

The other two moved apart, trying to get to either side of him, weighing their knives in their hands, but they didn't seem in any great rush to come on.

'We can take him!' whispered the squinter, but his friend didn't look too sure.

'Or, you can have this.' Logen opened up his clenched fist, showing the coins that Longfoot had given him. 'And leave us be. This much I can spare.' He swished the knife around a bit more, just to add some weight to his words. 'This is what you're worth to me this much, no more. What's it to be?'

The one with the squint spat on the ground. 'We can take him!' he hissed again. 'You go first!'

'You fucking go!' shouted the other.

'Just take what I'm offering,' said Logen, 'then we none of us have to go.'

The one that he'd elbowed groaned and rolled over in the road, and the reminder of his fate seemed to decide them. 'Alright, you fucking northern bastard, alright, we'll take it!'

Logen grinned. He thought about throwing the coins at the one with the squint then stabbing him while he was distracted. That's what he'd have done in his youth, but he decided against. Why bother? Instead he opened his fingers and tossed the money into the road behind him, moving towards the nearest wall. He and the two thieves circled each other cautiously, each step taking them closer to the coins and him closer to escape. Soon they'd swapped places, and Logen backed away down the street, still holding the knife in front of him. When they were ten paces apart the two men squatted down and began to pick the scattered coins up from the ground.

'I'm still alive,' Logen whispered to himself as he quickened his pace.

That had been lucky, he knew. It's a fool who thinks that any fight is too small to be the death of him, however tough he is. Lucky that he caught the one behind just right. Lucky that the other two had been slow. But then he'd always been lucky with fights. Lucky at getting out of them alive. Not so lucky with the getting into them. Still, he felt good about this day's work. Glad he hadn't killed anybody.

Logen felt a hand clap him on the back, and he span round, knife at the ready.

'Only me!' Brother Longfoot held up his hands. Logen had nearly forgotten the Navigator was there. He must have stayed behind him the whole time, perfectly silent. 'Well handled Master Ninefingers, well handled! Truly! I see that you are not without some talents of your own! I am looking forward to travelling with you, I am indeed! The docks are this way!' he shouted, already moving off.

Logen took one last look back at the two men, but they were still grubbing around on the ground, so he threw the knife away and hurried to catch up to Longfoot. 'Do you Navigators never fight?'

'Some among us do, oh yes, with empty hands and weapons of all kinds. Most deadly, some of them, but not I. No. That is not my way.'

'Never?'

'Never. My skills lie elsewhere.'

'I would have thought your travels would bring you across many dangers.'