The Bonehunters
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If wood could be exhausted by unceasing strain, the ships of the imperial fleet were at their very limits, two bells out from Malaz Island on the night of the second day, when the wind suddenly fell away, a coolness coming into the air, and it seemed that every ship sagged, settling deeper into the swells, and now, in place of the hot dry gale, a softer breeze arrived.
Kalam Mekhar had taken to pacing the deck, restless, his appetite gone and a tightness gripping his guts. As he made his way aft for the thirtieth time since dusk, Quick Ben appeared alongside him.
'Laseen's waiting for us,' the High Mage said. 'And Tayschrenn's there, like a scorpion under a rock. Kal, everything I'm feeling…'
'I know, friend.'
'Like I did back outside Pale.'
They turned about and slowly walked forward. Kalam scratched at his beard. 'We had Whiskeyjack, back then. Even Dujek. But now…' He growled under his breath, then rolled his shoulders.
'Ain't seen you do that in a long time, Kal, that shrug of yours.'
'Well.'
'That's what I thought.' The High Mage sighed, then he reached out and grasped the assassin's arm as a figure emerged from the gloom before them.
The Adjunct. 'High Mage,' she said in a low voice, 'I want you to cross over to the Silanda, by warren.'
'Now?'
'Yes. Is that a problem?'
Kalam sensed his friend's unease, and the assassin cleared his throat.
'Adjunct. The Imperial High Mage Tayschrenn is, uh, dead ahead.'
'He does not quest,' she replied. 'Does he, Quick Ben?'
'No. How did you know that?'
She ignored the question. 'By warren, immediately, High Mage. You are to collect Fiddler, and the soldier named Bottle. Inform the sergeant that the time has come.'
'Adjunct?'
'For a game. He will understand. Then, the three of you are to return here, where you will join myself, Kalam, Fist Keneb, T'amber and Apsalar, in my cabin. You have a quarter of a bell, High Mage. Kalam, come with me now, please.'
One of Fiddler's games.
Gods below, a game!
****
A moccasined foot thumped into Bottle's side. Grunting, he sat up, still mostly asleep. 'That you, Smiles? Not now…' but no, it wasn't Smiles. His heart thumped awake in a savage drumbeat. 'Oh, High Mage, uh. Um. What is it?'
'On your feet,' Quick Ben hissed. 'And quietly, damn you.'
'Too late,' muttered Koryk from his bedroll nearby.
'It had better not be, soldier,' the wizard said. 'Another sound from you and I'll push your head up the next soldier's backside.'
A head lifted from blankets. 'That'd beat the view I got now… sir.'
Then he settled back down.
Bottle climbed to his feet, chilled yet sweating.
And found himself looking at Fiddler's miserable face, hovering there behind the High Mage. 'Sergeant?'
'Just follow us aft, Bottle.'
The three of them picked their way clear of the sleeping forms on the mid deck.
There was a strange scent in the air, Bottle realized. Familiar, yet… 'Sergeant, you're carrying that new Deck of yours…'
'You and your damned rat,' muttered Fiddler. 'I knew it, you lying bastard.'
'Wasn't me,' Bottle began, then fell quiet. Gods below, even for me that was lame. Try something better. 'Just looking out for you, Sergeant. Your shaved knuckle in the hole, that's me.'
'Hah, where have I heard that before, eh Quick?'
'Quiet, you two. We're going across now. Grab belts…'
Bottle blinked, and found himself on another deck, and directly ahead, steps leading down. Abyss take me, that was fast. Fast and… appalling. Quick Ben waved them into his wake as he descended, ducking the frame, then halting three strides down the corridor, knocking upon a door to his left. It opened at once.
T'amber, the eyes that gave her her name scanning the three men cramped in the narrow corridor. Then she stepped back.
The Adjunct stood behind her chair at the map-table. The rest were seated, and Bottle stared wildly from one to the next. Fist Keneb.
Apsalar. Kalam Mekhar.
A low moan from Fiddler.
'Sergeant,' the Adjunct said, 'you have your players.'
Players?
Oh.
Oh no.
****
'I really don't think this is a good idea,' the sergeant said.
'Perhaps,' the Adjunct replied.
'I agree,' T'amber said. 'Or, rather, my participation… as a player.