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You know I didn't do this.

What I know is you withheld
facts material to this case.

Looked me straight in
the eye and fucking lied.

Because I knew what
would happen if I didn't.

Don't put this on me,

you fucking half-blood piece of shit.

- Take him downstairs.
- Right.

Log him in.

Former Inspector Rycroft Philostrate.

Where should I put him?

With the fucking
Critch, where he belongs.

On second thought...

put him in here

with these fine gents.

Too good for us, now, is he?

What's this, then?

Half-blood.

Been passing himself off as one of us.

You don't say.

Right, then.

Let's us go and have a smoke, shall we?

- What about them?
- They'll be fine.

Philo! Behind you!

Fuck you!

Ouch.

- Curtis.
- Sir.

Thank you.

This way.

Well, Miss Imogen,

it has been, for me, a
most memorable evening.

It has been for me, too.

I realized today I don't
much like Louisa Pembroke.

In fact, I don't think I
like most anyone I know.

Thank the Martyr you're back.

Afissa, I'm fine.

Afissa.

What has got into you?

The police were here.

- What?
- Your brother is in quite a state.

What?

Everywhere I turn

is scandal. Now, if
it weren't bad enough

that my sister was out in
public on the arm of a Puck,

I now come to learn that
my father gave refuge

to a pregnant Pix tart
in this very house.

Now, I can do nothing about the latter,

as it is mercifully in the past.

- Oh...
- But as to your predicament, dear,

I can and I will intercede.

Must we go over this again?

Our fate is in his hands.

The price is that I be seen on his arm.

There must be a limit to
what he can ask of you!

Tomorrow, I intend to
negotiate an end to this madness

on your behalf, dear.

Of course.

And for that, I would be most grateful.

I'm glad to hear it.

If I didn't know any
better, I'd start to wonder

if you didn't actually
enjoy his company.

What?

Nothing, Miss.

Let's get you up these stairs.

Get you out of that dress.

... think you're gonna
fucking love this, right here.

Come here, then.

Get in there with your own kind.

Now.

Get him out of here.

Lads.

Well done, mate.

Thanks...

for looking out for me back there.

I didn't want to see you dead just yet.

What the hell are you doing here?

I was about to ask you the same thing.

I have some news.

There's a rumor that someone's
been arrested for the murders.

Is that so?

I thought you'd be pleased.

You're safe now.

Am I?

Well, unless he can control
the Darkasher from prison.

Or they have the wrong man.

What makes you say that?

All I know is I saw it come for me.

And that at the moment of my death,

I'll understand who summoned it.

W... well, then we...
we must both pray that

your vision was...

was mistaken.

I should go.

Aioffe?

Your husband will be back home soon.

Be careful.

Uh, sir, 47 stivers, how far
will that take me from the city?

Only to Keranganz, if you had five more.

Runyon?

Runyon Millworthy?

Horatius Symes, you old rascal.

How long has it been?

I don't know, but it's an age.

Look at you.

Tell me, are you still
singing for your supper?

The stage? Gracious no.

- I'm far more respectable these days.
- Oh.

Educating the Chancellor's
son at Balefire.

Good God. So what are you doing here?

I'm just back from Hullsbay;

a futile attempt to hire
an Arts & Letters scholar.

- Hang on a mo...
- What?

Didn't you get a rather
good degree from Oppidian?

Horatius, that was a very
long time ago, and I hear

the Breakspear boy is a nightmare.

Runyon... it's a lot of money.

If they only knew the mischief unfolding

under their very noses.

Between a Longerbane and
a Breakspear, no less.

The city would spontaneously
burst into flame.

And we would decide
what rose from the ashes.

More talk of an alliance?

My advisors are pressing me to
call for a vote of no confidence

against your father
within the fortnight.

And what?

- You wish me to warn him?
- I wish to warn you.

Your father's regime is waning.

There's nothing you can do about that.

You must see to your future now.

And what would you have me be? A spy?

What would you like to be?

I have no interest in politics.

But politics is the price.

Of what?

Of moments like this.

As lovely as you are, I
can have moments like this

with anyone I please.

Do you even know what this is?

Do you have any idea
what I'm offering you?

Moments like this are the moments

that change everything.

If you're not careful,
they'll pass you by.

Good day, Master Jonah.

Your mother, I'm so sorry.

And I know how much that
library meant to you. I just...

I can't imagine.

They can't really think you killed her.

To cover up my secret.

Can't say I blame them, it all
adds up if you think about it.

The headmaster, the
doctor who sheared me,

they all knew the truth about me.

Still, working with you all this time,

they should know you.

They thought they did.

I lied to them.

Sometimes there's no
coming back from that.

The Swan. I like it.

And she can do... "ten
knots at full steam."

Yes, and as you can see,
the hold is quite spacious.

At 50 guilders a head,
she'll pay for herself.

After three crossings,
the rest will be profit.

May I ask you something, Mr. Agreus?

By all means.

Uh, were you yourself indentured?

For five years.

To a foundry owner in New Freehold.

The work was hard,
but he was a fair man.

And how did you make your fortune

from such humble beginnings?

Guilder by guilder...

like anyone else.

You know the saying, "The first
guilder is always the hardest."

Especially for...

Oh, um...

A Puck.

Especially for a Puck.

Tell me,

what does a skipjack do, exactly?

Oh, I see you've made some inquiries.

One must always know who one is

entering business with.

Well, a skipjack is
one who tracks workers

that have run away.

Are you saying you...

you hunted your own kind?

Well, they signed the
same contracts that I did.

Even so.

Your own kind.

I won't deny, Mr. Spurnrose,

that in all the years I plied the trade,

I never came across
another skipjack that wasn't

your own kind.

But you see, I realized a long time ago

that if I was to find my
way in the world of men,

I'd have to play by the rules of men.

Mm.

Um...

there's another matter
I'd discuss with you

concerning my sister,

and the terms of your
arrangement with her.

Well, what did he say?

It is as you surmised the other day.

That is, not until you've
helped him establish

a foothold in our social circle will...

will you be free of
your obligation to him.

Well...

judging from the reaction to
his presence at the auction,

that could be a very long time indeed.

Actually, you'll be happy to hear

Mr. Agreus has received
an invitation to take tea

at the Tripplethorns'
this very afternoon.

- Really?
- Mm.

Apparently, they insisted
on turning over the painting

he bid on personally.

It seems they're very
curious to know more

about our mysterious Puck neighbor.

It could very well be that your services

are no longer be required soon enough,

if at all again, dear.

Well, we can only hope.

We can. We truly can.

Oi, Fleury, have you seen Vignette?

Something the matter?

She didn't come home last night.

Hmm.

So she is in custody?

That's what I just said, isn't it?

She in a lot of trouble?

Well, that's up to the magistrate.

If he's in a bad mood,

she'll get sent back
where she came from.

But if she's lucky, she'll
just have to pay a fine.

How big a fine? I'll pay.

That way you won't have to
trouble the magistrate at all.

Come back tomorrow with 50 guilders.

Fifty?

I'll see what I can do.

Well, there you go.

- Sarge, I'm gonna have a smoke.
- Yeah, all right.

Oh.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Fyfe.

I've come to see about Philo.

Ah. Over here.

Well, be assured Inspector Philostrate

has been arrested and charged.

You didn't say anything about
charging him when we spoke.

Well, passing is a crime.

You're not the first decent citizen

to have been deceived like that.

Besides, that's just
the tip of the iceberg.

We've got him for the killings, too.

What?

No.

M... Mr. Philostrate isn't a murderer.

I don't need to tell you that.

You've worked alongside him for years.

How much does one really
know about a Critch, eh?

Yours was the piece
that made the puzzle.

It all fell into place
once you put us onto him

being a half-blood.

It was a lie.

- Come again?
- We had a quarrel.

I made it all up to hurt him.

Philo.

Your landlady just filed a statement

that could potentially
see you clear of this mess.

You said you didn't do these killings.

You know I didn't.

- Not Morange?
- No.

- Not the headmaster?
- No.

Or the Pix, Aisling Querelle?

No.

So it's not true that
you're her son, then?

That was just something
the Fyfe woman made up

because of a quarrel?

I need to hear it from your own mouth

that you're a man...

not some lying half-blood.

Go on, then.

Answer me.

Aisling Querelle was my mother.

I am what I am.

The Darkasher's still out there.

Enough of your half-blood shit!

I trusted you!

I believed in you!

I understand Master Symes left you

at Chapter 39 of Elomia.

Open it and let's begin.

No. I don't think I'm in the mood.

Be that as it may,

I've been brought in to tutor you,

and I'm afraid I'm gonna have to insist.

You're in no position
to insist on anything.

I can tell from your shoes.

You need this job. Hmm? Badly.

Which means you'll confirm
my attendance to Master Symes,

and report that I'm
making splendid progress.

And if I don't?

Well, I'll tell Symes
you're a shite tutor

and to get me someone else.

Are we clear?

Good. I'll see you here tomorrow.

Oh, don't look so glum.

Whatever they're paying
you, I'll double it.

I know your type.

Skating along on Daddy's wealth

and good name without
a thought as to how

that story would end.

I've been brought in to
equip you with a little wisdom

so you might vaguely become
a more tolerable human being.

Take it or leave it, but don't think

you can pay me to lie for you.

Because I don't care about your father.

And I'm not afraid of destitution.

But I think you are.

So, it's time to look
to your own future, boy,

if you're to have one at all.

You're not like my
other tutors, are you?

If only you knew

what I'd seen and done.

Good. Chapter 39.

All I'm saying is it makes us look bad.

One of us a killer.

Well, imagine the trial.

They're gonna drag
us all through the mud

- for not catching onto him sooner.
- Exactly.

Don't know about you boys,
but I've worked too long

and too fucking hard to
see my reputation undone

by one bad apple.

Well, there's nothing
to be done, is there?

- Man has to have his day in court.
- Does he?

What are you getting at?

Well, what if, say,

he tries to escape, and
gets shot for his troubles?

- Oh...
- All right, all right, all right.

Maybe...

the horror of what he
has done gets to him,

and he hangs himself in his cell.

It could happen.

Now, either way, no messy trial.

Let it percolate.

Let it percolate.

Philo.

I just wanted to say

you did your mother proud back there.

I just wish I could
have given her justice.

I was getting so close.

I always wondered who my father was.

If he was soldier, a poet.

Now I know he was just a piece of shit.

You think it was your father
who did these killings?

It's the only thing that makes sense.

They all knew about me.

His half-fae bastard.

Don't say that.

He's the bastard.

One with a fuck lot to
lose to go as far as to kill

three innocent people just
to protect his own reputation.

What I can't understand is why

he didn't come after me first.

Why didn't that thing kill me
in the tunnel the other night?

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless he didn't know who I was.

That's why he needed their livers.

So he could read their
secrets and follow them to me.

Then it's not over.

Sooner or later, he's gonna
send that thing after you, too.

Unless they hang me first.

Philo.

Berwick.

Watch yourself.

Dombey's out to make sure
you don't see a trial.

He's gonna try something.

You're a good man.

Sorry I couldn't do more for you, mate.

I know.

The Rising.

Well, what do you think, Fergus?

Well, it's not how I'd
spend 300,000 guilder.

But then you're the master here, not I.

Right.

Where to hang it?

Perhaps a woman's eye
would be of some help.

I was out for a stroll, and
I saw you bringing it in.

A woman's eye would be most welcome.

Just up a little on the right.

Perfect.

Thank you. It's perfect there.

I think so.

What was he trying to say, I wonder?

The painter.

That we're all poised somewhere
between heaven and hell,

I suppose.

Do you think she's meant
to be an angel, then?

Well, she's got the wings for it.

And he a demon?

He's certainly got the horns for it.

But he's an odd sort of
demon, though, isn't he?

You know, pulling heavenward.

Yes, it is topsy-turvy, isn't it?

Maybe he's not a demon after all.

But those horns. What else could he be?

A rescuer.

From what?

The ordinary.

As if you, Miss Spurnrose,
would know the first thing

about being ordinary.

What's that?

This... This is another

of my prized possessions.

An electric lamp.

How does it work?

Allow me.

What are you doing?

It's called a battery.

Now, that's just water that's
been distilled from steam.

But this is the magic ingredient.

Huh.

Copper sulfate.

Huh.

And now what?

Patience.

I haven't been able to
stop thinking about you.

You know, I told myself you
were just another conquest,

like any other...

... but I walked away feeling as though

it was I who had been conquered.

I've spent all day asking myself why.

Something's changed in me.

You've taken me to the edge of something

I can no longer ignore.

What's that?

The future.

I... I'd never bothered
to imagine it before.

It... it didn't belong
to me. It belonged to...

prophecies and broken promises and...

Until the day a stranger
came to Parliament.

She was nothing when she walked in.

No one expected anything of her.

But within five minutes,
she brought my father,

the Chancellor of the
Burgue, to his knees.

And?

Aren't you going to ask?

Ask what?

The question you came here to ask me.

Why?

- Chaos.
- Chaos?

Oh, yes.

Chaos is the great hope
of those in the shadows.

Chaos to a man like your
father creates opportunity

for people like you and me.

Regimes fall,

old worlds burn.

And we decide what rises from the ashes.

One step at a time.

It's very pretty.

But, honestly, doesn't a gas lamp

do much the same but with less fuss?

Well, that may be the case now, but,

I mean, someday, the streets
will be lined with wires

bringing electricity
from distant steam plants.

There will be no smoke,
no accidental fires.

You'll just throw a switch,

and the light will
chase away the darkness.

Or at least that's how I like to think

That things will someday be.

Being forward-thinking is a good thing.

Sometimes it's a necessary thing.

Is that how you do it?

Ignore the looks and the slights?

By imagining the day

when the sight of a Puck
on Finistere Crossing

attracts notice not
for the cut of his coat

but for that of his heart?

And I thought you deemed me vain.

Ridiculous, even.

No.

I did at first, I admit.

But now I see how wrong I was.

You are quite unlike anyone
I have ever met, Mr. Agreus.

This was brought here from Puyan

by the prior who founded this place.

He salvaged it from the Great Hoff...

when the Burguish Army razed it.

He wanted to make sure the old ways

would never be forgotten here.

The Hidden One brought you to this place

because He has a purpose for you.

Tell me.

Well, first, you must
prove yourself to Him.

Oh!

Oh, no. No.

They've raised their hands
against us for too long.

Now it's our turn.

Blood for blood.

No, please.

I... Please.

Please. I've got a family.

Please.

Oh. Oh, no...

Oh.

Oh.

Please.

I've got a wife. I've
got, I've got chil...

The farm workers in
Allora have gone on strike.

Send in the Guard, what else?

Polls from the third
ward show Wootenvale

within striking distance.

Oh, schedule me an
appearance at his next rally.

See if we can't close
the gap. What else?

- Longerbane's coalition...
- Good news, Winetrout.

If there is any.

The constabulary has
a suspect in custody

for the recent spate of murders.

There we are. See?
That wasn't that hard.

Culprit is a half-blood, it turns out.

The killings were to keep his secret.

The murdered Pix was
his own mother, I'm told.

- Sordid business.
- Aisling somebody...

A songstress of some sort.

That's the first I've
heard of a murdered Pix.

Well, why would you have?

Uh... Yes, indeed.

When does he hang?

Sooner the better, I'd say.

I was feeling like I'd finally
found a place in this city.

That's when I saw the sign.

Treasures of Tirnanoc.

Everything I'd lived and breathed for,

that I'd spent my entire life
trying so hard to protect...

put into glass boxes

for a bunch of idiots to gawk at.

Like some fucking circus sideshow.

Do you ever think about Tirnanoc?

All the time.

I wish I'd never left you.

Oh, Philo...

... how did we get so lost?

We're not.

We're found.

Transfer order...

for Rycroft Philostrate.

- They're coming for you.
- I know.

- No, what...
- Stay with me.

- Stay with me.
- Philo...

Stay with me.

- Stay with me.
- Get off him.

- Get off him. Get off him.
- Stay with me.

Let go of him. Let go of him!

- Please, Philo.
- I love you.

Wait.

Get your hands off him. Come back.

Wait. Wait.

Please.

Where are you taking him? Philo...

Philo.

No...

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