Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,178

say I would not welcome it.'

'How so, Prince Quillas?'

'We covet the resources you possess, to put it bluntly. And now you give us the opportunity to acquire them. A peaceful solution could have been found in your acknowledgement of indebtedness to Lether. Instead, you voice the absurd lie that is it we who owe you!'

Rhulad was silent a moment, then he nodded and said, 'Letherii economics seems founded on peculiar notions, Prince.'

'Peculiar? I think not. Natural and undeniable laws guide our endeavours. The results of which you will soon discover, to your regret.'

'First Eunuch, does the prince speak for Lether?'

Nifadas shrugged. 'Does it matter, Emperor?'

'Ah, you are clever indeed. Certainly more worthy of conversation with ourselves than this strutting fool whose nobility resides only in the fact of his crawling out from between a queen's legs. You are quite right, First Eunuch. It no longer matters. We were simply curious.'

'I feel no obligation to assuage that curiosity, Emperor.'

'And now you show your spine, at last, Nifadas. We are delighted. Deliver these words to your king, then. The Tiste Edur no longer bow in deference to your people. Nor are we interested in participating in your endless games of misdirection and the poisonous words you would have us swallow.' A sudden, strange pause, the ghost of some kind of spasm flitting across the emperor's face. Then he shook himself, settled back. But the look in his eyes was momentarily lost. He blinked, frowned, then the gleam of awareness returned. 'Moreover,' he resumed, 'we choose now to speak for the tribes you have subjugated, for the hapless peoples you have destroyed. It is time you answered for your crimes.'

Nifadas slowly tilted his head. 'Is this a declaration of war?' he asked in a soft voice.

'We shall announce our intention with deeds, not words, First Eunuch. We have spoken. Your delegation is dismissed. We regret that you travelled so far for what has turned out to be a short visit. Perhaps we will speak again in the future, although, we suspect, in very different circumstances.'

Nifadas bowed. 'Then, if you will excuse us, Emperor, we must make ready to depart.'

'You may go. Hull Beddict, Acquitor, remain a moment.'

Seren watched Quillas and Nifadas walk stiffly from the throne chamber. She was still thinking about that display from Rhulad. A crack, a fissure. I think I saw him then, young Rhulad, there inside.

'Acquitor,' Rhulad said as soon as the curtains fell back into place, drawing her attention round, 'inform Buruk the Pale that he has right of passage for his flight. However, the duration of the privilege is short, so he best make haste.'

'Emperor, the wagons perforce—'

'We fear he will not have sufficient time to take his wagons with him.'

She blinked. 'You expect him to abandon the iron in his possession?'

'There are always risks in business, Acquitor, as you Letherii are quick to point out when it is to your advantage. Alas, the same applies when the situation is reversed.'

'How many days do you permit us?'

'Three. One more detail. The Nerek remain here.'

'The Nerek?'

'Are Indebted to Buruk, yes, we understand that. Yet another vagary of economics, alas, under which the poor man must suffer. He has our sympathy.'

'Buruk is a merchant, Emperor. He is used to travelling by wagon. Three days for the return journey may well be beyond his physical abilities.'

'That would be unfortunate, for him.' The dead, cold gaze shifted. 'Hull Beddict, what have you to offer us?'

Hull dropped to one knee. 'I swear myself to your cause, Emperor.'

Rhulad smiled. 'You do not yet know that cause, Hull Beddict.'

'I believe I comprehend more than you might think, sire.'

'Indeed...'

'And I would stand with you.'

The emperor swung his attention back to Seren. 'Best take your leave now, Acquitor. This discussion is not for you.'

Seren looked across at Hull, and their eyes met. Although neither moved, it seemed to her that he was retreating before her, growing ever more distant, ever further from her reach. The intervening space had become a vast gulf, a distance that could not be bridged.

And so I lose you.

To this ... creature.

Her thoughts ended there. As blank as the future now breached, the space beyond naught but oblivion, and so we plunge forward... 'Goodbye, Hull Beddict.'

'Fare you well, Seren Pedac.'

Her legs felt wobbly beneath her as she walked to the curtained exit.

Gerun Eberict was waiting for her ten paces from the citadel doors. There was smug amusement in his expression. 'He remains inside, does he? For how long?'

Seren struggled to compose herself.