Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,158

descent.

Until someone gave answer.

Rhulad had stopped speaking, as if growing aware that something was happening among his followers, something that had nothing to do with him and his newfound power. He rose suddenly from the chair. 'This gathering is done. Hannan Mosag, you and your K'risnan will remain here with me and the Empress, for we have much to discuss. Udinaas, bring to Mayen her slaves, so that they may attend her needs. The rest, leave me now. Spread the word of the rise of the new empire of the Edur. And, brothers and sisters, see to your weapons ...'

Please, someone, give answer to this.

* * *

A dozen paces from the citadel a figure emerged from the rain to stand in front of Udinaas.

The Acquitor.

'What has he done?'

Udinaas studied her for a moment, then shrugged. 'He stole his brother's betrothed. We have an empress, and she does poorly at a brave face.'

'The Edur are usurped,' Seren Pedac said. 'And a tyrant sits on the throne.'

Udinaas hesitated, then said, 'Tell the First Eunuch. You must prepare for war.'

She revealed no surprise at his words; rather, a heavy weariness dulled her eyes. She turned away, walked into the rain and was gone.

I am a bearer of good tidings indeed. And now, it's Feather Witch's turn ...

Rain rushed down from the sky, blinding and blind, indifferent and mindless, but it held no meaning beyond that. How could it? It was just rain, descending from the sky's massed legion of grieving clouds. And the crying wind was the breath of natural laws, born high in the mountains or out at sea. Its voice promised nothing.

There was no meaning to be found in lifeless weather, in the pulsing of tides and in the wake of turning seasons.

No meaning to living and dying, either.

The tyrant was clothed in gold, and the future smelled of blood.

It meant nothing.

BOOK THREE

ALL THAT LIES UNSEEN

The man who never smiles

Drags his nets through the deep

And we are gathered

To gape in the drowning air

Beneath the buffeting sound

Of his dreaded voice

Speaking of salvation

In the repast of justice done

And fed well on the laden table

Heaped with noble desires

He tells us all this to hone the edge

Of his eternal mercy

Slicing our bellies open

One by one.

In the Kingdom of Meaning Well

Fisher kel Tath

CHAPTER TWELVE

The frog atop the stack of coins dares not jump.

Poor Umur's Sayings

Anonymous

'Five wings will buy you a grovel. I admit, master, the meaning of that saying escapes me.'

Tehol ran both hands through his hair, pulling at the tangles. 'Ouch. It's the Eternal Domicile, Bugg. Wings numbering five, a grovel at the feet of the Errant, at the feet of destiny. The empire is risen. Lether awakens to a new day of glory.'

They stood side by side on the roof.

'But the fifth wing is sinking. What about four wings?'

'Gulls in collision, Bugg. My, it's going to be hot, a veritable furnace. What are the tasks awaiting you today?'

'My first meeting with Royal Engineer Grum. The shoring up we've done with the warehouses impressed him, it seems.'

'Good.' Tehol continued staring out over the city for another moment, then he faced his servant. 'Should it have?'

'Impressed him? Well, the floors aren't sagging and they're bone dry. The new plaster isn't showing any cracks. The owners are delighted—'

'I thought I owned those warehouses.'

'Aren't you delighted?'

'Well, you're right, I am. Every one of me.'

'That's what I told the Royal Engineer when I responded to his first missive.'

'What about the people fronting me on those investments?'

'They're delighted, too.'

'Well,' Tehol sighed, 'it's just that kind of day, isn't it?'

Bugg nodded. 'Must be, master.'

'And is that all you have planned? For the whole day?'

'No. I need to scrounge some food. Then I need to visit Shand and her partners to give them that list of yours again. It was too long.'

'Do you recall it in its entirety?'

'I do. Puryst Rott Ale, I liked that one.'

'Thank you.'

'But they weren't all fake, were they?'

'No, that would give it away too quickly. All the local ones were real. In any case, it'll keep them busy for a while. I hope. What else?'

'Another meeting with the guilds. I may need bribe money for that.'

'Nonsense. Stand fast – they're about to be hit from another quarter.'

'Strike? I hadn't heard—'

'Of course not. The incident that triggers it hasn't happened yet. You know the Royal Engineer's obliged to hire guild members only. We have to see that conflict eliminated before it gives us trouble.'

'All right. I also need to check on that safe-house for Shurq and her newfound