The Bonehunters
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'Are you feeling cold all of a sudden?'
Bottle nodded. 'It makes sense, where they've gone.'
'And where is that?'
'Through Hood's Gate. It's all right, Sergeant. I think. Really. They' re pretty sneaky, and so long as they don't attract the wrong attention…'
'But… why?'
Bottle glanced over. The sergeant was looking pale. Not surprising.
Those damned ghosts at Raraku had rattled him. 'They're looking for… people. Dead ones.'
'Sormo E'nath?'
'I guess. Wickans. Ones who died on the Chain of Dogs. They've done this before. They don't find them-' He stopped as a gust of bitter cold wind swirled up round the circle of stones. Sudden frost limned the ground. 'Oh, that's not good. I'll be right back, Sergeant.'
Bottle ran forward, then leapt into the ring.
And vanished.
Or, he assumed he had, since he was no longer on the Lato Odhan, but ankle-deep in rotting, crumbling bones, a sickly grey sky overhead.
Someone was screaming. Bottle turned at the sound and saw three figures thirty paces away. Nil and Nether, and facing them, a horrific apparition, and it was this lich that was doing the screaming. The two young Wickans were flinching before the tirade.
A language Bottle did not understand. He walked closer, bone-dust puffing with each step.
The lich suddenly reached out and grasped both Wickans, lifting them into the air, then shaking them.
Bottle ran forward. And what do I do when I get there?
The creature snarled and flung Nil and Nether to the ground, then abruptly disappeared amidst the clouds of dust.
He reached them as they were climbing to their feet. Nether was swearing in her native tongue as she brushed dust from her tunic. She glared over at Bottle as he arrived. 'What do you want?'
'Thought you were in trouble.'
'We're fine,' Nil snapped, yet there was a sheepish expression on his adolescent face. 'You can lead us back, mage.'
'Did the Adjunct send you?' Nether demanded. 'Are we to have no peace?'
'Nobody sent me. Well, Sergeant Strings – we were just out walking-'
'Strings? You mean Fiddler.'
'We're supposed to-'
'Don't be an idiot,' Nether said. 'Everybody knows.'
'We're not idiots. It clearly hasn't occurred to either of you that maybe Fiddler wants it that way. Wants to be called Strings, now, because his old life is gone, and with the old name comes bad memories, and he's had enough of those.'
Neither Wickan replied.
After a few more strides, Bottle asked, 'So, was that a Wickan lich?
One of the dead you were looking for?'
'You know too much.'
'Was it?'
Nil cursed under his breath, then said, 'Our mother.'
'Your…' Bottle fell silent.
'She was telling us to stop moping and grow up,' Nil added.
'She was telling you that,' Nether retorted. 'She told me to-'
'To take a husband and get pregnant.'
'That was just a suggestion.'
'Made while she was shaking you?' Bottle asked.
Nether spat at his feet. 'A suggestion. Something I should maybe think about. Besides, I don't have to listen to you, soldier. You're Malazan. A squad mage.'
'He's also the one,' pointed out Nil, 'who rides life-sparks.'
'Small ones. The way we did as children.'
Bottle smiled at her remark.
She caught it. 'What's so amusing?'
'Nothing. Sorry.'
'I thought you were going to lead us back.'
'I thought so, too,' Bottle said, halting and looking round. 'Oh, I think we've been noticed.'
'It's your fault, mage!' Nil accused.
'Probably.'
Nether hissed and pointed.
Another figure had appeared, and to either side padded dogs. Wickan cattle dogs. Nine, ten, twelve. Their eyes gleamed silver. The man in their midst was clearly Wickan, greying and squat and bow-legged. His face was savagely scarred.
'It is Bult,' Nether whispered. She stepped forward.
The dogs growled.
'Nil, Nether, I have been searching for you,' the ghost named Bult said, halting ten paces away, the dogs lining up on either side. 'Hear me. We do not belong here. Do you understand? We do not belong.' He paused and pulled at his nose in a habitual gesture. 'Think hard on my words.' He turned away, then paused and glanced back over a shoulder, 'And Nether, get married and have babies.'