Orb Sceptre Throne (87 page)

‘Yessir.’ The other winced, blinking his bloodshot eyes.

Jan swept past without answer. Odd that the Legate should want these two here. But, as he had read, every court has its fools.

He waited in his quarters for Palla to find a moment to excuse herself. Eventually the door quickly opened and was just as swiftly shut.
What now?
she signed.

‘He would have us all here. All our people.’

‘That cannot be allowed,’ she answered, her mask averted.

‘No. It cannot. We do not belong here.’ Something shook him then. Something arising from the base of his spine and low in his stomach. He shuddered as it clenched his throat and he fought it with hands clamped to his sides.
Was this weakness? Is this the gathering wail of despair?
‘I am so sorry.’ The words seemed to escape of their own accord. ‘This is all my doing.’

She drew close, almost raising her mask to gaze up at him. ‘No! You did as any Second would have. The call came and you answered. There is no error in that. It is this place,’ she went on, fierce. ‘Here. Darujhistan. It is no longer worthy of us.’

Jan groaned.
Oh, the loftiness of pride! No longer worthy of us? Or are we simply … obsolete?

‘What should we do?’

‘When the others return I will reinstitute the Exile.’

‘Gall will challenge.’

‘That is his right.’

‘We must not allow that. He must be stopped before he can—’

‘
Palla!
Listen to yourself. And we worry about perversion of our ways?’

She touched his arm, lightly, as if frightened that he would brush her hand aside. ‘But what if he …’

‘What if he wins?’

She whispered a faint ‘
Yes
’.

He crooked his lips. ‘Is your estimation of my abilities so low?’

She ducked, genuinely hurt, and he winced inwardly. ‘I see how all this weighs upon you,’ she breathed.

He touched her arm. ‘I only jest. If he should best me then he deserves the victory.’

Her grip tightened. ‘Then do not force me to wade through the Fourth and Third to reach him.’

‘I will go peacefully knowing you would avenge me, Palla.’

‘You know,’ she said, after a brief silence, ‘the others will note our absence, and …’

‘… there will be much wagging of tongues in the dormitory.’ He allowed his fingertips to trace a line down her taut arm. ‘Another reason to hope for better times, Palla.’

She returned the gesture, sending a shiver through his flesh. ‘Let us hope, then.’

‘Yes.’ He opened the door. ‘In the meantime …’

Stepping out to the hall she murmured low, ‘We delay.’

Antsy came to, coughing up a great gout of water followed all too swiftly by the contents of his stomach. On his side, his face pressed into dirt, he groaned, his stomach still cramping. A great shout of surprise sounded then and hands grasped at him.

‘You’re alive!’ Orchid cried.

‘We thought you dead,’ Corien said, amazed.

He merely groaned again, dry-heaving. ‘What in the Abyss happened?’ he managed, spitting.

‘You ought to ask these gentlemen,’ Corien said.

Antsy peered up. It was still as dark as the inside of a barrel, but his mage-vision allowed him to see that they occupied what appeared to be a meadow surrounded by a thick forest, its boughs windswept. Starry night arched above, empty of any greenish glow.

With him were Orchid and Corien, yes, but also the three mercenaries, the Heels, and about ten or so Malazan marines including Sergeant Girth. But what captured his attention were the six Seguleh standing about him, water dripping from their leathers.

‘Where’s the Hood-damned menagerie of mages?’

‘All fled as soon as they could,’ said Orchid.

‘Even Malakai?’

Corien nodded. ‘Even him.’

‘Well … how do you like that. Not even a by-your-leave.’ He eyed the Seguleh. ‘Who’s the spokesman here?’

‘I,’ said one.

‘Right.’ He gestured for Corien to help him up. ‘So, what happened?’

‘We returned to the Throne as soon as we were able. You were in our way so we merely pushed you through with us.’

‘Well … my thanks.’

‘We did not intend to save your life – we thought you dead.’

Antsy waved a hand. ‘I said thanks!’ He held his head, grimacing. ‘Leave it at that. Gods.’

He faced Orchid. ‘So. Where are we?’

‘Isn’t that obvious?’ She turned a full circle, arms raised to the night sky. ‘Kurald Galain. Elder Night.’

‘We shouldn’t be here. We have to go. Right away.’

‘And go where?’ Girth demanded, pushing forward blindly. Antsy realized that none of the others could see a thing. ‘Just where would you suggest? And how? And who’s gonna send us? All the mages have scarpered. We’re no better off now than where we were.’

Antsy pointed. ‘We have her.’

The Malazan sergeant peered about. ‘Who?’

‘Orchid – the girl!’ Antsy barked then held his head again, groaning.

Girth pulled at his beard. ‘Fine. So – question still stands. What’s the marching orders?’

‘Well … I don’t know quite yet,’ Antsy admitted. He rubbed his neck, feeling where the dagger had entered, and found only slit cloth and throbbing pain.

‘I would suggest Darujhistan,’ said a new voice, and Orchid gasped.

‘Morn! You escaped.’ She ran to him.

The hooded figure of dark wavered, translucent. ‘I am barely here at all, Orchid,’ he said, his voice hollow. ‘In truth I am very committed elsewhere.’

‘You’re fading!’

‘I’m sorry, child. This sending has done its duty. Now it must disperse. All I can say is that these men ought to go to Darujhistan. You have given me much hope, child. It was a pleasure, this time I spent with you. I found it … renewing.’

‘Don’t go!’

‘I must. I cannot stay. It is too … painful. May Night bless you. Farewell.’

The hooded figure faded away like smoke.

After a moment of silence, Girth complained, ‘Well – that was no damned help. And I still can’t see a Togg-farting thing!’

Antsy went to Orchid’s side, whispered, ‘We should go, lass. These Warrens are dangerous.’

‘I believe it may be too late,’ Corien said, pointing to the woods.

Some sort of party or procession was approaching through the trees. They carried torches on tall poles, but to Antsy’s eyes the torches burned with black flames that gave off black light that seemed to aid his mage-vision. The strange inversion made him dizzy.

The Malazan marines were linking up, he noticed, weapons out, sweeping the blades through what to them must be utter dark. ‘Form circle!’ Antsy barked, and set to helping organize them. When he reached for Cull Heel the man brushed his hand aside, making him jump. ‘You can see?’

‘Aye,’ the man ground out, his narrowed eyes on the approaching party. ‘We can see a little – someone’s coming.’

Antsy had no time to wonder about that at the moment. ‘Form up with the soldiers. Help them out.’

‘Aye.’

Aside, the Seguleh formed their own small circle round one of their number as if to protect him. His mask was mostly pale; only a handful of lines marred it. Three crossed the forehead and three each cheek. One crossed the bridge of the nose. While Antsy studied him the man’s hand strayed to a cloth-wrapped package thrust into his waist sash and rested there for a time as if making sure of it.

Antsy and Corien shifted to stand before Orchid at the centre of the circled marines and Heel mercenaries.

‘That’s close enough,’ Antsy shouted. The party halted. It consisted of a double file of female Tiste Andii. From their flowing dress and rich jewellery he thought them priestesses of some sort. One at the forefront advanced slightly closer. She held high a torch of the liquid pitch light.

‘There is no need for such suspicion,’ she called in accented Talian, perhaps making herself understood through magery.

‘What do you want?’ Antsy called.

She gestured towards him. ‘Our daughter.’

A gasped breath sounded from Orchid. ‘I think that’s up to her,’ Antsy said.

‘Indeed. Then let it be so.’ The Andii woman’s eyes, almost black as the night surrounding them, swept past him. ‘Child,’ she called, ‘we have been bereft, in mourning. For we have lost a Son of Darkness. Yet behold. We rejoice! For just as precious and rare are the Daughters of Tiam!’

Orchid’s weight fell on Antsy, and he grunted. The girl was much more solid than she looked. He clasped her arm. ‘What’s this, lass? What’s she goin’ on about?’

She steadied herself, blinking rapidly, a hand on Antsy’s shoulder. ‘If what she says is true—’

‘It is,’ the Andii woman asserted.

‘—then I am part Andii, yes. But also part –
Eleint
.’

Antsy jerked away a step. ‘Eleint! But that’s …’

‘Yes,’ the Andii woman shouted. ‘That is so. Child, whoever hid you and protected you all these years has taught you also, I see. Very good. Now join us. It is time to continue your education.’

‘Orchid,’ Corien murmured, ‘you don’t have to go with these witches …’

‘I
need
to know,’ she answered just as low, fierce. ‘I want to.’

Antsy nodded. ‘’Tis true – we can’t stop you. But what of us?’

She shot him an insulted look. ‘I’m not an
utter
fool, Bridgeburner.’ She raised her chin to the Andii woman. ‘I have terms!’

They barely made it to shore before the hide boat became too heavy with water to be manoeuvrable. Crouched, Yusek hugged her knees, warming herself, watching the flooded thing slowly drift away. It was no more than an oval rim now, like a squeezed ring laid on the smooth dark surface of the river. She was soaked and shivering but had to admit that she missed the damned thing.
Beat walkin’, that was for sure
.

The Seventh merely shouldered his meagre roll of gear, waterskin and such, and set off. Sall and Lo followed. Yusek bent her head back to send an entreating look to the sky and all the gods, but bit back any complaint knowing it would be entirely useless.
Well
, she suddenly realized,
seem to have finally understood
that
lesson at least
.

She pulled up her own roll and shoulder bag of wet gear and followed. It was many hours before dawn. She was exhausted. It had been almost impossible to sleep in the damned boat what with the constant bailing and the sloshing water. Now they were expected to march on? What was the rush? It wasn’t like the city was goin’ anywhere.

She pushed herself to reach Sall, and announced: ‘I’m beat! I ain’t going another step. We need to sleep.’

Sall hesitated, glanced ahead to the others. ‘They will not stop.’

Yusek sank to her knees. ‘Well – what’s the use of arriving on your last legs? Too tired to be of any use? Aw, fuck it,’ and she glared at the river making its sluggish way north, gleaming beneath bands of clouds.

Sall jogged ahead.

Some time later the three returned. They sat without a word. A few scraps of food were handed out and the waterskins made the rounds. Someone must have kept watch but Yusek didn’t know who because she immediately fell asleep.