The Bonehunters
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Kalam and Quick Ben exchanged glances, then the assassin pulled out a second flask. 'This one ain't water,' he said, tossing it to the sergeant. 'We knew her brother. Ganoes Paran. He was attached to the Bridgeburners, rank as captain, just before we infiltrated Darujhistan.'
'He led the squads into Coral,' Quick Ben said.
'And died?' Gesler asked after pulling at the flask.
'Most everyone died,' answered the High Mage. 'At any rate, he wasn't an embarrassment as far as officers go. As for Tavore, well, I'm in the dark as much as the rest of you. She's all edges, but they're for keeping people away, not cutting them. At least from what I've seen.'
'She's going to start losing soldiers at Y'Ghatan,' Kalam said.
No-one commented on that observation. Different commanders reacted in different ways to things like that. Some just got stubborn and threw more and more lives away. Others flinched back and if nothing then happened, the spirit of the army drained away. Sieges were battles of will, for the most part, along with cunning. Leoman had shown a capacity for both in this long pursuit west of Raraku. Kalam wasn't sure what Tavore had shown at Raraku – someone else had done most of the killing for her, for the entire Fourteenth, in fact.
Ghosts. Bridgeburners… ascended. Gods, what a chilling thought. They were all half-mad when alive, and now… 'Quick,' Kalam said, 'those ghosts at Raraku… where are they now?'
'No idea. Not with us, though.'
'Ghosts,' Gesler said. 'So the rumours were true – it wasn't no sorcerous spell that slaughtered the Dogslayers. We had unseen allies – who were they?' He paused, then spat. 'You both know, don't you, and you're not telling. Fiddler knows, too, doesn't he? Never mind.
Everybody's got secrets and don't bother asking me to share mine. So that's that.' He handed the flask back. 'Thanks for the donkey piss, Kalam.'
They listened as he crawled back to rejoin his squad.
'Donkey piss?' Quick Ben asked.
'Ground-vine wine, and he's right, it tastes awful. I found it at the Dogslayer camp. Want some?'
'Why not? Anyway, when I said the ghosts weren't with us, I think I was telling the truth. But something is following the army.'
'Well, that's just great.'
'I'm not-'
'Hush! I hear-'
Figures rose from behind the ridge. Gleaming, ancient armour, axes and scimitars, barbaric, painted faces – Khundryl Burned Tears. Swearing, Kalam settled back down, resheathing his long-knives. 'That was a stupid move, you damned savages-'
One spoke: 'Come with us.'
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Three hundred paces up the road waited a number of riders, among them the Adjunct Tavore. Flanked by the troop of Khundryl Burned Tears, Kalam, Quick Ben and Gesler and his squad approached the group.
The misshapen moon now cast down a silvery light on the land – it was looking rougher round the edges, Kalam realized, as if the surrounding darkness was gnawing at it – he wondered that he'd not noticed before.
Had it always been like that? 'Good evening, Adjunct,' Quick Ben said as they arrived.
'Why have you returned?' she demanded. 'And why are you not in the Imperial Warren?'
With Tavore were the Fists, the Wickan Temul, Blistig, Keneb and Tene Baralta, as well as Nil and Nether. They looked, one and all, to have been recently roused from sleep, barring the Adjunct herself.
Quick Ben shifted uneasily. 'The warren was being used… by something else. We judged it unsafe, and we concluded you should be told of that as soon as possible. Leoman is now in Y'Ghatan.'
'And you believe he will await us there?'
'Y'Ghatan,' Kalam said, 'is a bitter memory to most Malazans – those that care to remember, anyway. It is where the First-'
'I know, Kalam Mekhar. You need not remind me of that. Very well, I shall assume your assessment is correct. Sergeant Gesler, please join the Khundryl pickets.'
The marine's salute was haphazard, his expression mocking.
Kalam watched Tavore's eyes follow the sergeant and his squad as they headed off. Then she fixed her gaze on Quick Ben once more.
'High Mage.'
He nodded. 'There were… Moon's Spawns in the Imperial Warren. Ten, twelve came into sight before we retreated.'
'Hood take us,' Blistig muttered. 'Floating fortresses? Has that white-haired bastard found more of them?'
'I don't think so, Fist,' Quick Ben said. 'Anomander Rake has settled in Black Coral, now, and he abandoned Moon's Spawn, since it was falling to pieces. No, I believe the ones we saw in the warren have their, uh, original owners inside.'