Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,281

all this then laughed and finished with, 'So they poisoned the whole lake, killed everything. And now no-one can swim in it!'

From this, Udinaas surmised, various lessons could be drawn, should one be inclined to draw lessons from multiple acts of stupidity.

They had camped on the road, a day's march west of Ribs. The emperor was suffering from some kind of fever. Healers were tending to him, and the last Udinaas had heard, Rhulad was sleeping. It was late afternoon, and the sun's light was painting the river's surface red and gold.

Udinaas walked along the stony strand, flinging rocks out onto the water every now and then, shattering the lurid hues. At the moment, he was not feeling anything like a slave, or an Indebted. He marched in the shadow of the emperor, for all to see, for all to wonder at.

He heard boots crunching on pebbles and turned to see Hull Beddict scrambling down onto the strand. A big man, on whom every oversized muscle seemed to brood, somehow. There was fever in his eyes as well, but unlike Rhulad this heat had nothing to do with illness. 'Udinaas.'

The slave watched the man approach, fighting his instinctive urge towards deference. The time for that was past, after all. He just wasn't sure what belonged in its stead.

'I have been looking for you.'

'Why?'

'The emperor's condition ...'

Udinaas shrugged. 'A marsh fever, nothing more—'

'I was not speaking of that, slave.'

'I am not your slave, Hull Beddict.'

'I am sorry. You are right.'

Udinaas collected another stone. He wiped the grit from its underside before throwing it out over the water. They watched it splash, then Udinaas said, 'I understand your need to distinguish yourself from the other Letherii marching with this army. Even so, we are all bound to servitude, and the varying shades of that are not as relevant as they once were.'

'Perhaps you have a point, Udinaas, but I don't quite understand what you're getting at.'

He brushed the grit from his hands. 'Who better to teach the newly conquered Letherii than the Edur's original Letherii slaves?'

'You anticipate a new status for you and your fellow slaves, then?'

'Maybe. How are the Tiste Edur to rule? Much remains to be answered, Hull Beddict. I gather you intend to involve yourself in that particular reshaping, if you can.'

The man's smile was sour. 'It seems I am to have little or no role in much of anything, Udinaas.'

'Then the Errant looks kindly upon you,' Udinaas said.

'I am not surprised you might see it that way.'

'It is a waste of time, Hull Beddict, to fashion intricate plans for restitution. What you did before, all you did before – the mistakes, the bad decisions – they are dead, for everyone but you. None of it has purchased a future claim to glory, none of it has earned you anything.'

'Has not the emperor heeded my advice?'

'In this war? When it suited him. But I trust you are not expecting any consideration in return.' Udinaas turned, met Hull's eyes. 'Ah, I think you are.'

'Reciprocity, Udinaas. Surely the Tiste Edur understand that, since it is so essential within their own culture.'

'There is no reciprocity when you display expectation, Hull Beddict. Poof! It vanishes. And that was just my point earlier: there is much that we can teach the future conquered Letherii.'

'I am blood-bound to Binadas,' Hull said, 'yet you accuse me of insensitivity to the mores of the Tiste Edur.' His expression was wry. 'I am not often chastised in such things. You remind me of Seren Pedac.'

'The Acquitor who escorted you? I saw her, in Trate.'

Hull stepped close, suddenly intent. 'During the battle?'

Udinaas nodded. 'She was in bad shape, but alive. She'd found a worthy escort of her own – I have no doubt she still lives.'

'An escort of her own? Who?'

'I'm not sure. Foreigners. One of them killed Rhulad and his chosen brothers.' Udinaas collected another stone. 'Look at that, Hull Beddict, a river of gold. Flowing into the sunset.' He flung the stone, broke the mirrored perfection. Momentarily.

'You witnessed that killing.'

'I did. Whoever that foreigner was, he was terrifying.'

'More terrifying than Rhulad's return?'

Udinaas said nothing for a time, then he stepped away, down to the water's edge. He stared into the shallows, saw the muddy bottom swarming with newborn eels. 'Do you know what is coming, Hull Beddict?'

'No. Do you?'

'Dresh Lake. That's what's coming.'

'I don't understand.'

'Doesn't matter. Don't mind me, Hull Beddict. Well, I'd best return. The emperor is awake.'

Hull followed him up from the strand. 'Things like