Midnight Tides & The Bonehunters - By Steven Erikson Page 0,284

Iron Bars. 'Another day to Outkeep, then we should reach Letheras the following day, well before dusk.'

'Could we hasten that, Acquitor? These soldiers camped ahead, might they be prepared to exchange horses?'

'If I insist, yes.'

'Based on your desire to speak to the king.'

'Yes.'

'And will you? Speak to the king, that is.'

'No.'

He said nothing for a time, whilst she waited. Then, 'And in Letheras, what will you do once you've arrived?'

'I expect I will have some dusting to do.'

'Sorry?'

'My house is closed up. I've not had a chance to send a message to my staff – all two of them.'

'That doesn't sound very secure – no-one to guard your possessions.'

She smiled. 'I have nothing of value, Iron Bars. Thieves are welcome to it. Well, I'd prefer if they left me my furniture – my neighbours are diligent enough, I suppose, to prevent anything like that.'

The Avowed stared ahead for a moment. 'We must needs depart your company, then, Acquitor. To make contact with our new employer. Presumably, we'll be shipping out soon after.'

Before the city's occupied and sealed up. 'I imagine so.'

'There might be room aboard ...'

'I am Letherii, Iron Bars.' She shook her head. 'I am done with travelling for a time, I think.'

'Understandable. Anyway, the offer's open.'

'Thank you.' So here I run again.

Corlo, riding behind them, called out, 'Easy on that, lass. Mockra's dangerous when you don't control it.'

The Avowed turned his head, studied her.

She shrugged.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

An old man emerged from the ditch, a creature Of mud and wild autumn winds capering Like a hare across a bouldered field, across And through the stillness of time unhinged That sprawls patient and unexpectant in the Place where battle lies spent, unmoving and Never again moving bodies strewn and Death-twisted like lost languages tracking Contorted glyphs on a barrow door, and he Read well the aftermath, the disarticulated script Rent and dissolute the pillars of self toppled Like termite towers all spilled out round his Dancing feet, and he shouted in gleeful Revelation the truth he'd found, in these Red-fleshed pronouncements – 'There is peace!' He shrieked. 'There is peace!' and it was No difficult thing, where I sat in the saddle Above salt-rimed horseflesh to lift my crossbow Aim and loose the quarrel, skewering the madman To his proclamation. 'Now,' said I, in the Silence that followed, 'Now, there is peace.'

The Lay of Skinner

Fisher kel Tath

On facing hills, the smouldering ruins of first reach in the low, flat floodplain between, the two armies of the Tiste Edur came within sight of one another. Wraiths swarmed through the ashes, weapons were lifted high, triumphant cries piercing the still morning air.

The convergence was, of course, incomplete. The third, easternmost force, led by Tomad Sengar and Binadas, was still striking south down Mappers' Road towards White Point. It would join with these two armies, Trull knew, somewhere close to Brans Keep, and there the fate of Lether, and indeed of the Edur empire, would be decided in a single battle.

He stood leaning on his spear, feeling no inclination to join his voice to the fierce tumult buffeting him from all sides. Just north of the ruins in the floodplain below, a hundred or more starlings cavorted and wheeled, their own cries drowned out, a detail that somehow transformed their dance into a fevered, nightmarish display.

In the distant line of warriors opposite, a space was clearing, a single dominant standard bobbing forward, beneath it a figure flashing gold, holding high a sword.

The warcries redoubled.

Trull flinched at the deafening sound. He pulled his gaze away from Rhulad on that far hilltop and saw Fear approaching.

'Trull! B'nagga, you and I – horses await us – we ride now to our emperor!'

He nodded, uneasy with the ferocity evident in Fear's eyes. 'Lead on, brother.'

The ride across to Rhulad's army was a strange experience. Trull did not like horses that much, and liked riding them even less. He was jolted again and again, jarring the scene on all sides. They rode across burnt ground, heaps of the remains of butchered livestock lining the tracks approaching the town. And the roaring of the warriors was a wave at their backs, pushing them onwards.

Then, halfway across, the sensation shifted, spun entirely round, as the voices of the warriors in the emperor's army engulfed them. Their horses balked, and it was a struggle to make them resume the approach.

As they climbed the slope, Trull could see his brother Rhulad more clearly. He was barely recognizable, hulking now beneath the weight of