ships ...' Keneb leaned back, his head swimming. 'I don't feel very well.'
'Please stay for a moment, Fist. T'amber, what just happened here?'
The other woman shook her head. 'I have never seen a field laid in such a manner. It was ... chaotic – sorry, I did not mean that in an elemental sense. Like a rock bouncing down a gorge, ricocheting from this and that, yet, everywhere it struck, it struck true.'
'Can you make sense of it?'
'Not much. Not yet.' She hesitated, scanning the cards scattered all over the map-table. 'Oponn's presence was ... unexpected.'
'The push or the pull,' Keneb said. 'Someone's undecided about something, that's what Fiddler said. Who was it again?'
'Kalam Mekhar,' the Adjunct replied. 'But the Herald of Death intervenes—'
'Not the Herald,' cut in T'amber, 'but an inactive version, a detail I believe is crucial.'
Muted shouts from beyond announced the sighting of Malaz Harbour. The Adjunct faced Keneb. 'Fist, these are your orders for this night. You are in command of the Fourteenth. No-one is to disembark, barring those I will dispatch on my own behalf. With the exception of the Froth Wolf all other ships are to remain in the harbour itself – all commands directing the fleet to tie up at a pier or jetty are to be ignored until I inform you otherwise.'
'Adjunct, any such orders, if they reach me, will be from the Empress herself. I am to ignore those?'
'You are to misunderstand, Fist. I leave the details of that misunderstanding to your imagination.'
'Adjunct, where will you be?'
The woman studied him for a moment, then it seemed she reached a decision. 'Fist Keneb, the Empress awaits me in Mock's Hold. I expect she will not wait until morning to issue her summons.' A flicker of emotion in her face. 'The soldiers of the Fourteenth Army do not return as heroes, it would appear. I will not expose their lives to unnecessary risks. In particular I speak of the Wickans and the Khundryl Burned Tears. As for the Perish, the nature of their alliance depends upon my conversation with the Empress. Unless circumstances warrant a change, I assume their disposition rests with Laseen, but I must await her word on that. Ultimately, Fist, it is for Mortal Sword Krughava – do the Perish disembark and present to the Empress as they did with us, or, if events turn unfortunate, do they leave? My point is this, Keneb, they must be free to choose.'
'And Admiral Nok's view on that?'
'We are agreed.'
'Adjunct,' said Keneb, 'if the Empress decides to attempt to stay the Perish, we could end up with a battle in Malaz Harbour. Malazan against Malazan. This could start a damned civil war.'
Tavore frowned. 'I do not anticipate anything so extreme, Fist.'
But Keneb persisted. 'Forgive me, but I believe it is you who misunderstands. The Perish swore service to you, not the Empress.'
'She will not listen to that,' T'amber said, with an unexpected tone of frustration in her voice, even as she walked to where Bottle slept. A kick elicted a grunt, then a cough. 'Up, soldier,' T'amber said, seemingly unmindful of the glare the Adjunct had fixed upon her.
No you fool, Keneb, hardly unmindful.
'You have your orders, Fist,' Tavore said.
'Aye, Adjunct. Do you wish me to drag this marine here out with me?'
'No. I must speak with Bottle in private. Go now, Keneb. And thank you for attending this night.'
I'm fairly certain I had no choice. At the doorway he looked back once more at the cards. Lord of Wolves, Spinner of Death, Queens of Dark and Life, and the King in Chains. Lord of Wolves ... that has to be the Perish.
Gods below, I think it's begun.
On the harbour-facing wall of Mock's Hold, Pearl stood at the parapet, watching the dark shapes of the imperial fleet slowly swing round into the calm waters of the bay. Huge transports, like oversized bhederin, and the dromon escorts on the flanks lean as wolves. The Claw's eyes narrowed as he attempted to make out the foreign ships in the midst of the others. Enormous, twin-hulled ... formidable. There seemed to be a lot of them.
How had they come here so quickly? And how did the Empress know that they would? The only possibility in answer to the first question was: by warren. Yet, who among the Adjunct's retinue could fashion a gate of such power and breadth? Quick Ben? Pearl did not think that likely. That bastard liked his secrets, and he liked playing both