Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,276

It appeared they were excavating into a small, longish hill. A barrow. Capstones had been dragged from the top of the barrow by teams of horses, and crowds of diggers were attacking the sides.

'Don't want to be a part of that, sir,' Corlo said.

They reined in.

'What's in there?' Iron Bars asked.

'Nothing that has anything to do with these ruins, I don't think.'

'Picking up the dock-rat version of our language doesn't serve you well, you know,' Seren said.

'Fine,' Corlo rasped. 'What I meant was, the low barrows belong to something else. And the interment was messy. Lots of wards. There's a mage in that company, Avowed, who's been busy dismantling them.'

'All of them?'

'Almost. Left a couple in place. I think he means to bind whatever's in there.'

'We've been noticed,' Seren said.

A troop of mounted soldiers was riding towards them, an officer in the lead.

'Recognize him?' the Avowed asked her.

'Finadd Arlidas Tullid,' she replied. 'He commands the Brous garrison.'

Iron Bars glanced at her. 'And?'

'He's not a nice man.'

The Finadd's troop comprised sixteen riders. They reined in, and Arlidas nodded at Seren. 'Acquitor. Thought I recognized you. You come from where?'

'Trate.'

'That's a long ride. I take it you left before it fell.'

She did not contradict him.

The Finadd scanned the Crimson Guardsmen, and apparently did not like what he saw. 'Your arrival is well timed,' he said. 'We're recruiting.'

'They have already been recruited,' Seren said, 'as my escort. I am riding to Letheras, for an audience with the king.'

Arlidas scowled. 'No point in that, Acquitor. The man just sits there, cowering on his throne. And the Ceda's lost his mind. That is why I decided to declare our independence. And we intend to defend ourselves against these damned grey-skins.'

Seren's laugh was sudden, instantly regretted. 'Independence, Finadd? The village of Brous? With you in charge? As what, its emperor?'

'You have entered our territory, Acquitor, meaning you and your escort are now subject to me. I am pleased to see you all armed, since I have few spare weapons.'

'You are not recruiting us,' Iron Bars said. 'And I suggest you do not make an issue of it, Finadd, or in a short while you will find yourself with a much smaller army.'

Arlidas sneered. 'The six of you and an Acquitor—'

'Finadd.' A rider nudged his horse from the troop to halt alongside Arlidas. Round, hairy, small-eyed and filthy from crawling tunnels of dirt. 'That one's a mage.' He pointed at Corlo.

'So are you, you damned Nerek halfling,' the Finadd snapped.

'Tell him,' Corlo said to the other mage. 'Your name's Urger, isn't it? Tell your Finadd, Urger.'

The half-Nerek licked his lips. 'He'll kill us all, sir. Every one of us. He won't even break a sweat. And he'll start with you, Finadd. He'll pluck your brain out and drop it in a cauldron of boiling oil.'

Corlo said, 'You'd best return to that barrow, Urger. Your demon's trying to get out, and it just might succeed. You'll lose your chance to bind it.'

The mage twisted round in his saddle. 'Errant take me, he's right! Finadd, I must go! No waiting!' With that he wheeled his horse and drove heels into its flanks.

Arlidas glared at Seren, Iron Bars and Corlo in turn, then he snarled wordlessly and gestured to his soldiers. 'Back to the barrow. Back, damn you!'

They rode off.

Seren looked over at Corlo. 'You made yourself pretty scary, didn't you?'

The mage smiled.

'Let's get going,' the Avowed said, 'before they gather their wits.'

'I'd like to learn how you do that, Corlo.'

His smile broadened. 'You would, would you?'

'There is always something ominous in dust rising from a distant road, do you not think?'

Trull Sengar squinted eastward until he spied the telltale smear. 'Nothing to worry about, Lilac,' he said. 'It's a column from my father's army, I suspect. A portion of it occupied the Manse not long ago.'

'There was fighting there,' the demon said, then sighed. 'Two of my kin fell.'

'I am sorry for that,' Trull said.

They were camped on the outskirts of Thetil, preparing for the fast, extended march down to First Reach, where their army would join up with the emperor's before striking southeast to Letheras. Tomad's army would march down Mappers' Road to approach the capital city from the north. The Letherii forces were fleeing before them along every approach. Even so, one more battle lay ahead, probably outside the walls of Letheras.

Trull glanced over at his company. A dozen or so warriors were gathered round Sergeant Canarth, who was in the midst of a gesture-filled tirade of