The Alloy of Law - Brandon Sanderson [126]
“I … have no response to that,” Marasi said.
“Technically that was a response,” Wayne said.
“Looks like they fished that gunsmith outta the canal for you, Wax, and he’s alive. Not real happy, but alive.”
“Has anyone found anything regarding the other women who were kidnapped?” Waxillium asked.
Wayne glanced at Marasi, who shook her head. “Nothing. Maybe Miles will know where they are.”
If he’ll talk, Waxillium thought. Miles had stopped feeling pain long ago. Waxillium wasn’t certain how anyone would go about interrogating him.
Waxillium felt that by not rescuing the other women, he had failed in large measure. He’d vowed to get Steris back, and he had. But a greater evil had been done.
He sighed as the door to the captain’s office opened, and Steris stepped out. A pair of senior constables had taken her statement, after taking that of Waxillium and Wayne. The two constables waved for Marasi next, and she went, glancing over her shoulder at Waxillium. He’d told her to be frank and straightforward with them, and to not hide anything he or Wayne had done. Though, if she could, she was to obscure Ranette’s role.
Wayne wandered over to where some constables were eating morning sandwiches. They regarded him with suspicion, but—by experience—Waxillium knew that Wayne would soon have them laughing and asking him to join them. Does he even understand what he does? Waxillium wondered as Wayne launched into an explanation of the fight for the constables. Or does he just do it all by instinct?
Waxillium watched for a moment before realizing that Steris had approached him. She sat down in the chair directly across from him, maintaining good posture. She had fixed her hair, and while her dress was rumpled from her day of captivity, she looked relatively composed.
“Lord Waxillium,” she said. “I find it necessary to offer you my thanks.”
“I hope the necessity isn’t too onerous,” Waxillium said with a grunt.
“Only in that it comes … is required … after an onerous captivity. You should know that I was not touched indecently by my captors. I remain pure.”
“Rust and Ruin, Steris! I’m glad, but I didn’t need to know that.”
“You did,” she said, face impassive. “Assuming you still wish to proceed with our nuptials.”
“It wouldn’t matter either way. Besides, I thought we weren’t to that point yet. We haven’t even announced that we are seeing one another.”
“Yes, though I believe we can now amend our previous timetable. You see, a dramatic rescue such as you have effected will be expected to create an outpouring of my emotions. What once might have been a scandal will instead be viewed as romantic. We could plausibly announce an engagement next week and have it be accepted in high society without concern or comment.”
“That’s good, I suppose.”
“Yes. Shall I proceed with our contract, then?”
“You don’t mind that I’ve returned to the miscreant ways of my past?”
“I rather think that I would soon be dead if you had not,” Steris said. “I am not in a position to complain.”
“I intend to continue,” Waxillium warned. “Not every day, patrolling a beat or anything like that. But I’ve received a forbearance—and an offer—to be involved in constabulary business in the city. I plan to take on the occasional problem that needs extra attention.”
“Every gentleman needs a hobby,” she said evenly. “And, considering the self-indulgences of some men I’ve known, this wouldn’t be problematic by comparison.” She leaned forward. “In short, my lord, I see you for what you are. The two of us, we are beyond the points in our lives where expecting the other to change would be realistic. I will accept this about you if you will accept me. I am not without my faults, as my previous three suitors chose to explain to me—at length—in written communication.”
“I hadn’t realized.”
“It is not an issue worthy of your attention, really,” she said. “Though I did think that you’d have realized I did not come to this potential union without—no offense—a measure of desperation.”
“I understand.”
Steris hesitated; then a bit of her coldness