Teckla — Steven Brust

THE TECKLA WERE REVOLTING

I'd always known they were. Teckla were lazy, stupid, cowardly peasants. Revolting. Old joke. But now they were revolting against the Empire. New joke.

And a Jhereg crimelord, feeling the pinch, was popping the rebels. No joke.

But the real joke? I was protecting them. Me. Lord Vlad Taltos--loyal grandson, loving husband. Jhereg. Sorcerer. Assassin. Everything the rabble hated. Not that I craved wet-nursing a mob of slogan-slobbering, doomed radical loonies, all of whom wanted me dead. Particularly since my royal peers, all of Mouse Jhereg, also wanted me dead...