The Complete Malazan Book of the Fallen (1253 page)

‘Yes sir. Shall I deliver a message from you?'

‘A simple welcome will do, until such time as we meet in person. However, it is certain that they will have news of our enemy's disposition, and that I wish to hear immediately. Be sure to have with you a full cadre of messengers and mounts.'

The Watered saluted and left.

Sister Reverence sighed. ‘Soon, then.' She was silent for a moment, and then she faced Diligence. ‘It must be understood, Brother, that the Heart shall be secured above all else. We well know that the gods are gathering, and that they will through force or deceit seek to wrest that organ from us. Failing that, they will attempt to destroy it.'

‘None can hope to come close, Sister. The power of Akhrast Korvalain denies them and shall continue to do so. Their only possible path to the Heart is through their mortal servants.'

She feared she was missing something, however. Something…
vital.
‘I shall attend the Heart,' she said. ‘I shall not leave its side.'

‘Understood, Sister Reverence. You will then be accorded a fine view of the battle here, and may well realize our victory before do we on the field.'

‘If instead I see failure, Brother, I shall by my own hand destroy the Heart.'

‘Prudent,' he said.

Is this enough? What else can I do? And why – why this sudden unease?
She stared southward, eyes narrowing. ‘Why, Brother, do we now face such opposition? Another year, perhaps two, and Akhrast Korvalain would be of such power as to dominate this world. And then we could unleash righteous adjudication upon every land, in cleansing wrath.'

‘The Fallen God has forced their hand, Sister Reverence. We cannot determine precisely how, chained and weakened as he is, but I remain convinced that he is behind this gambit.'

‘Perhaps that is as it should be,' she mused. ‘After all, is not his creed the very antithesis of our own? The flawed, the helpless and the hopeless…daring to stand before holy perfection. The weak of spirit against the indomitable of spirit, the broken against the complete. What astonishes me, Brother Diligence, is their audacity in thinking they could defeat us! Before they even arrive, why, by their very doubts and mutual mistrust, they are already lost.'

Diligence's gaunt face pinched into a faint smile. ‘“In a war between fanatics and sceptics, the fanatics win every time.”' At her frown he shrugged. ‘In the vaults of the palace, Sister, our archivists came upon some ancient Jaghut scrolls.
Gothos' Folly
. I have been acquainting myself with its peculiar perspective.'

She grimaced. ‘Fanaticism, Brother Diligence, is the harbour of delusions. While to others we may appear no different from fanatics, we are. Fundamentally different, for our cause is a justice beyond our own selves, beyond even our kind. And for all that we Forkrul Assail can but aspire to true perfection, justice stands outside and its state of perfection cannot be questioned.'

‘“When wisdom drips blood fools stand triumphant.”'

Reverence shot him a look. ‘Have those scrolls burned, Brother Diligence. That is a command, not a request.'

He bowed. ‘It shall be done at once, Sister Reverence.'

‘And I would hear no more of this Gothos' folly, am I understood?'

‘You are, Sister Reverence. Forgive me.'

Her hips throbbed with old pain.
We have walked so far. But at last, we make our stand. And we become the fulcrum of the world. And where but upon the fulcrum shall justice be found?
Clouds of dust from the work crews lifted to roll over their position. Discomforted by the sting in her eyes and the bitter taste in her mouth, she turned away. ‘Carry on, Brother Diligence.'

Lying prone in the withered grasses with his gaze fixed on the vast camp sprawled in the plain below, Stormy swore under his breath, reached under his belly and dragged free a sharp stone. Beside him, Gesler scratched at his nose and said, ‘That looks ominous, doesn't it?'

A troop of Perish were marching a half-dozen of their comrades – these ones stripped down weaponless and wearing only their undergarments – out to a trench from which diggers were only now climbing. When they were formed into a line facing that trench, they were made to kneel. Sword blades flashed. Heads rolled and bodies fell.

Gesler grunted. ‘Explains Bent and Roach going mad over those long mounds yesterday.'

Sighing, Stormy said, ‘If we practised that, instead of arguing all the time, Ges, we'd have killed each other a thousand times by now.'

‘Some people hate it when the party ends.'

‘Exactly.'

‘Listen,' said Stormy, ‘we caught us up with the shits – we should do like Gu'Rull says and cut 'em all down, starting with Tanakalian.'

‘In her worst moments, Krughava might agree. If we didn't have her under guard, sooner or later she'd be down there trying to do it personally,' muttered Gesler, ‘but it'd still be wrong. Not…tactical.'

‘Oh, here we go again. High First Fist Sword Prancing Gesler the Great talking tactics again. Lay a wager the rest of them Perish aren't already waiting in the Assail capital – so instead of taking down five thousand Grey Helms here and now we'll have to take down twice that number a week from now. How does that make tactical sense?'

‘Krughava thinks she can turn them back, Stormy. But now's not the time.'

‘She also thinks the sun sets up her ass every night and comes out of her mouth every morning. She's unhinged, Ges. You can see that, can't you? Mad as a five-eyed one-whiskered cat—'

‘Hold on…who's that?'

‘Who? Where?'

‘That girl.'

Stormy fell silent, watching. He could see Tanakalian approaching her, was stunned when the Shield Anvil knelt before her. They were too distant to hear, but by the girl's gestures – pointing at the trench where the bodies and heads had been dumped – she wasn't happy about something. And she was giving that backstabbing shit an earful.

‘That must be her,' Gesler said. ‘The one Faint told us about.'

‘Destriant,' Stormy grunted. ‘But the question is, how in Hood's name did she get here?'

‘Warren. She was spat out by the Wolves.'

‘If Krughava's going to have to face anybody down, it'll be her.'

‘You're probably right, Stormy.' Gesler edged back down the slope of the ridge, and then sat up. After a moment Stormy slid down to join him. ‘It's this,' Gesler said, wiping dirt from his hands. ‘The Wolves of War, right? So how come that army's acting like they don't even know we're half a day behind them?'

Stormy scratched in his beard. ‘Wolves do the hunting. They don't get hunted.'

‘Except by us humans.'

‘Still, might be just never occurred to them to take a look back.'

‘So maybe the Adjunct had it right,' Gesler said. ‘This army of K'Chain Che'Malle is ready to come down like a knife in the middle of the table.'

‘More like we're like snakes in the grass, and our fangs are fuckin' dripping.' Stormy smiled without humour. ‘Excited yet, Mortal Sword?'

Gesler's eyes were bright. ‘You?'

‘Nah, you're bound to mess it all up.'

‘That didn't last. Thanks.'

‘Just keep your head level, Ges, that's all I'm asking.'

Gesler's expression was incredulous. ‘Now that's rich, Stormy, coming from you.'

‘I'm more battle-hardened these days, Ges. All my wisdom I earned the hard way.'

‘How are you managing to keep a straight face?'

‘That's what us battle-hardened veterans do best. Now, let's get back to camp. My mouth is watering at the thought of more armpit fungi and a big tankard brimming with gland juice.'

 

There is treachery in his heart.
Setoc stared down at the beheaded brothers and sisters, feeling the fury of the Wolves, struggling to contain its wild wrath. The presence of the beast gods within her surged mindless as a storm, and again and again she felt as if she was moments from drowning in the deluge.
I am Setoc. Leave me to be your voice! Blind rage is pointless – for all that your cause is just, it must be a human mind that guides us all into the war to come.

And this was what Tanakalian did not understand. Or, perhaps, what he feared the most.
We must be free to speak – all of us. We must be free to object, to argue – even the Wolves do not understand this. Look at these bodies – they spoke out against the cruel pace…among other things. Above all, they spoke out of fear for the readiness of their fellow soldiers – this army is exhausted.

She turned, faced south, her eyes narrowing on a grassy ridge opposite.
If they came for us now, these lizard warriors, we would fall like myrid to the neck-hooks. If they came for us now, I would have to awaken the Wolves. But…the footfall of gods upon the land shall summon like drums of war. Power draws power – too soon, too far away.

Still… I wonder. Why do they not attack?

She turned to see Tanakalian approaching.
Another audience. Shall I drive him to his knees again, humiliate him? No. That can wait.
She set off to take the two of them a fair distance from the camp, well beyond earshot.
Still…treachery in his heart.

Even before he caught up to her he began speaking. ‘Destriant, you must understand. The Perish are bound by strict rules of behaviour. It is this discipline which gives us our strength.'

‘You are destroying this army, Shield Anvil.'

‘The K'Chain Che'Malle—'

‘Have already caught up to us.'

His eyes widened, but for once he did not question her. ‘The Wolves must be sent against them, Destriant! We cannot hope to—'

‘Now that our soldiers can barely stand, no, you're right: we cannot.'

He drew himself up. ‘This threat was ever present in my mind, Destriant. It was my hope that the K'Chain Che'Malle would be content with escorting the Letherii and Bolkando. But I knew that I could not gamble the lives of my brothers and sisters on that assumption. This is why I drove my soldiers as hard as I did – we must reach the safety of the Forkrul Assail as soon as possible.'

‘But you have failed to do so, Shield Anvil. And what manner of welcome, do you imagine, will the Assail accord us when we arrive with an army already half-dead?'

He was pale and she could see the venom in his eyes. ‘I had no choice.'

‘You were impatient, Shield Anvil. You exulted in your betrayal and in so doing you revealed your true nature too soon – your once-allies know the truth of you now. And they have had time to adjust their tactics.'

‘This is Krughava's fault! All of it!'

‘There shall be no more executions, Shield Anvil. Worse, your denial of their embrace has made a mockery of your title. I look upon you and I can see, at last, the path that led to the Forkrul Assail.'

Shock twisted his face. ‘What does that mean? I am sworn to the Wolves of Winter!'

‘You are drunk on justice, Shield Anvil, and for all that you imagine you walk a straight line, in truth you stumble and weave. Now you stand before me, deluded in your righteousness, and upon the path where you walked' – she gestured back towards the bodies in the trench – ‘the corpses of the innocent.'

‘The delusions,' he said in a low rasp, ‘are not mine, child.'

Setoc smiled. ‘Go on. I am intrigued.'

‘Do you truly believe you can withstand the will of the Forkrul Assail? We shall be brought to heel – but that is not how it was supposed to be. Their aims are petty compared to ours. For all their claims, Destriant, the truth is, I intended to
use
them. They demand that we kneel? So be it. It matters not. The Wolves are blind to all of this – we think in ways they cannot comprehend, and this game will not be won with slavering jaws and berserk rage. Against us, that has
never worked.
No, the Wolves of Winter are better off hiding in the forest, in the dark shadows. Leave us to do what must be done, and when all the players are weakened, then shall come the time for our gods to attack – after all, is that not the way of the wolves in the wild?'

‘Tanakalian,' said Setoc, ‘I agree with you. But alas, I cannot choose the times when the gods speak through me. I will have no control over their power the day it steals my will. Their anger will overwhelm, and through their eyes they will see nothing but blood.'

‘That is not how to fight a war.'

‘I know.'

He stepped forward, a sudden hope in his eyes. ‘Then you must work with me, Destriant! We can win this – win it in truth! Warn the Wolves – if they manifest, within reach of the Forkrul Assail, they will be
murdered.
Or worse, enslaved.'

‘Then stand before me now as a true Shield Anvil. It is not for you to judge, not for you to deny your brothers and sisters. And above all, it is not for you to take their lives.'