The Bonehunters
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After a long moment, Paran heard Dujek draw breath, the sound uneven, catching again and again in faint convulsions of his chest. The meagre air then hissed back out in a rattling whistle.
Gods below, this man will not last the night.
The captain realized that his lips had gone numb, and he was having trouble focusing. This damned incense, it's d'bayang. He stood for another half-dozen heartbeats, looking down on the shrunken, frail figure of the Malazan Empire's greatest living general, then he turned about and strode from the chamber.
Two steps across the outer room and a hoarse voice halted him.
'Who in Hood's name are you?'
Paran faced the woman who had spoken. She was propped up on her bed, enough to allow her a level gaze on the captain. Dark-skinned, her complexion lacking the weathered lines of desert life, her eyes large and very dark. Stringy, sweat-plastered black hair, cut short yet nonetheless betraying a natural wave, surrounded her round face, which sickness had drawn, making her eyes seem deeper, more hollow.
'Captain Kindly-'
'By the Abyss you are. I served under Kindly in Nathilog.'
'Well, that's discouraging news. And you are?'
'Fist Rythe Bude.'
'One of Dujek's recent promotions, then, for I have never heard of you. Nor can I fathom where you hail from.'
'Shal-Morzinn.'
Paran frowned. 'West of Nemil?'
'Southwest.'
'How did you come to be in Nathilog, Fist?'
'By the Three, give me some water, damn you.'
Paran looked round until he found a bladder, which he brought to her side.
'You're a fool,' she said. 'Coming in here. Now you will die with the rest of us. You'll have to pour it into my mouth.'
He removed the stopper, then leaned closer.
She closed her remarkable, luminous eyes and tilted her head back, mouth opening. The weals on her neck were cracked, leaking clear fluid as thick as tears. Squeezing the bladder, he watched the water stream into her mouth.
She swallowed frantically, gasped then coughed.
He pulled the bladder away. 'Enough?'
She managed a nod, coughed again, then swore in some unknown language.
'This damned smoke,' she added in Malazan. 'Numbs the throat so you can't even tell when you're swallowing. Every time I close my eyes, d' bayang dreams rush upon me like the Red Winds.'
He stood, looking down upon her.
'I left Shal-Morzinn… in haste. On a Blue Moranth trader. Money for passage ran out in a town called Pitch, on the Genabarii coast. From there I made it to Nathilog, and with a belly too empty to let me think straight, I signed up.'
'Where had you intended to go?'
She made a face. 'As far as my coin would take me, fool. Crossing the Three is not a recipe for a long life. Blessings to Oponn's kiss, they didn't come after me.'
'The Three?'
'The rulers of Shal-Morzinn… for the past thousand years. You seemed to recognize the empire's name, which is more than most.'
'I know nothing beyond the name itself, which is found on certain Malazan maps.'
She croaked a laugh. 'Malazans. Knew enough to make their first visit their last.'
'I wasn't aware we'd visited at all,' Paran said.
'The Emperor. And Dancer. The imperial flagship, Twist. Gods, that craft alone was sufficient to give the Three pause. Normally, they annihilate strangers as a matter of course – we trade with no-one, not even Nemil. The Three despise outsiders. Were they so inclined they would have conquered the entire continent by now, including Seven Cities.'
'Not expansionists, then. No wonder no-one's heard of them.'
'More water.'
He complied.
When she'd finished coughing, she met his eyes. 'You never told me – who are you in truth?'
'Captain Ganoes Paran.'
'He's dead.'
'Not yet.'
'All right. So why the lie?'
'Dujek decommissioned me. Officially, I am without rank.'
'Then what in Hood's name are you doing here?'
He smiled. 'That's a long story. At the moment, I have one thing I need to do, and that is, repay a debt. I owe Dujek that much. Besides, it's not good to have a goddess loose in the mortal realm, especially one who delights in misery.'
'They all delight in misery.'
'Yes, well.'
She bared a row of even teeth, stained by sickness. 'Captain, do you think, had we known Poliel was in the temple, we would have gone in at all? You, on the other hand, don't have that excuse. Leaving me to conclude that you have lost your mind.'