Midnight Tides
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‘From the Azath tower?’ Seren asked. ‘Amusing. Well, you’re as tall as an Edur, Selekis. Can we not see your face?’
‘I would rather not, Seren Pedac. Not yet, in any case.’ It seemed its hidden gaze was on Fear as it continued, ‘Perhaps later, once we have quitted this city and have the time to discuss our eventual destinations. It may be, indeed, that we will travel together for some time.’
‘I think not,’ Fear said. ‘I go to find Father Shadow.’
‘Indeed? And Scabandari Bloodeye still lives?’
Shocked, Fear said nothing. He must be a Tiste Edur. One of the other tribes, perhaps. Also fleeing. No different from me, then.
‘All of you,’ Seren said, ‘inside. We should scrape together some supplies, although I am certain the Rat Catchers’ Guild will be able to supply us… for a price.’
The wraith softly laughed, ‘It is the Letherii way, of course…’
****
Shurq Elalle stepped clear of the ladder and onto the roof. The sun was up, and people could be seen on the tiers, a little slower in their walking than was usual. Uncertain, filled perhaps with some trepidation. There were Tiste Edur, after all, patrolling in squads. Whilst yet others, in larger groups, were moving through the city as if looking for someone in particular.
Tehol Beddict and his manservant were standing on the side overlooking the canal, their backs to Shurq as she approached. Tehol glanced over a shoulder and gave her a warm smile. He looked… different.
‘Tehol Beddict,’ she said as she came to stand beside him, ‘one of your eyes is blue.’
‘Is it? Must be some kind of nefarious infection, Shurq, since I can barely see with it besides.’
‘It’ll clear up in time,’ Bugg said.
‘So,’ Shurq said, ‘have you resumed plotting the end of civilization, Tehol?’
‘I have, and a delicious end it will be.’
She grunted. ‘I’ll send you Shand, Hejun and Rissarh, then—’
‘Don’t you dare. Deliver them to the islands. I work better alone.’
‘Alone?’
‘Well, with Bugg here, of course. Every man needs a manservant, after all.’
‘I imagine so. Well, I am here, then, to say goodbye.’
‘Off for some pirating, are we?’
‘Why not? I’m simply elaborating on a well-established career.’
Tehol looked to Bugg, and said, ‘The thief who sank…’
‘… has resurfaced,’ Bugg finished.
The two men smiled at each other.
Shurq Elalle turned away. ‘Well, that’s one thing I won’t miss.’
****
After she was gone, Tehol and Bugg stared out for a while longer at the reawakening city of Letheras. The city occupied, the throne usurped, strangers in the streets looking rather… lost.
The two-headed insect clung to Tehol’s shoulder and would not move. After a time, Tehol rubbed at his weak eye and sighed. ‘You know, Bugg, I am glad you didn’t do it.’
‘Do what?’
‘Make me forget.’
‘I figured you could handle it.’
‘You’re right. I can. At least, this way, I can grieve.’
‘In your own way.’
‘In my own way, yes. The only way I know how.’
‘I know, master.’
A short while later, Bugg turned about and walked towards the hatch. ‘I’ll be back shortly.’
‘Right. And when you do, clean up down there.’
The manservant paused at the hatch, considered, then said, ‘I think I will find the time to do just that, master.’
‘Excellent. Now I’m going to bed.’
‘Good idea, master.’
‘Well, of course it is, Bugg. It’s mine, isn’t it?’
Epilogue
And it is this moment, my friends,
When you must look away,
As the world unfurls anew
In shapes announced both bright
And sordid, in dark and light
And the sprawl of all existence
That lies between.
Fisher kel Tath
The hole was vast and deep. The two kenryll’ah demon princes stood at its edge, staring down into it, as they had been for some time.
Finally, one said, ‘How far down do you think it goes, brother?’
‘I suspect, brother,’ the other replied, ‘if we were to vacate our bladders into this abyss the streams would fray into mist long before they reached bottom.’
‘I suspect you are right. And that Forkrul Assail went down there, didn’t he?’
‘He did. Head first.’
‘You shouldn’t have thrown him, then.’
‘You are wrong, brother. I simply threw him in the wrong direction.’
‘That, or the world suddenly turned.’
‘Unlikely. This place doesn’t do things like that.’
‘You’re right. It is proving exceedingly dull, isn’t it?’
‘Exceedingly.’
‘Well, shall we?’
‘Why not?’
The two demons began loosening straps on their ornate baldrics. Dropping flaps. Shifting their stances to adequate width.
And they stood there, side by side, until, perfectly timed, their flows were done.
****
The storm had risen sudden, impressively fierce as it raged on the seas. Three Nachts huddled at his feet, Withal stood on the beach, feeling the faint wisps of wind that managed to reach through the sorcerous barrier surrounding the island, brushing against his face like a woman’s breath.
A sweet woman, to be more precise. Unlike the one standing beside him. This tall, iron-eyed, foul-mouthed, humourless apparition who followed him around and never seemed to sleep and certainly would not let him sleep, not a single damned night the whole night through, not once. Always asking, asking and asking. What are you going to do? Besides praying?
Well, what else could he do?
Rhulad Sengar came and went, more insane with each time. Shrieks, laughter, screams and wails. How many times could a man die?
We’ll see, I suppose.
‘That storm,’ Sandalath said, ‘it wants to get through, doesn’t it?’
He nodded. He could feel its wrath, and its impotence.
‘It’s waiting for something,’ she continued. ‘Waiting for someone… to do something.’
He repressed the urge to hit her – she’d kill him if he did – wait. Wait. Wait. ‘Hold on,’ he whispered. ‘Hold on… I’ve thought of something
‘A miracle!’ she shouted, throwing up her hands. ‘Oh, I know! Let’s pray!’
And now he saw it, on the very edge of the thrashing waves beyond the reef. Saw it, and pointed. ‘There! A boat, you black-hearted witch! A boat!’
‘So what? So what? Why don’t you do something?’
He spun round, startling the Nachts, and began running.
There was anger, plenty of anger, giving strength to his strides. Oh, so much anger. Deliverers of suffering deserved what was coming to them, didn’t they? Oh yes, they surely did. The Nachts had been showing him. Over and over again, the mad grinning apes. Over and over.
Build a nest.
Kick it down.
Build a nest.
Kick… it… down!
He saw the hut, that squalid, insipid hovel crouched there on the dead plain. Sensed the Crippled God’s sudden awareness, sudden probings into his mind. But oh no, he laughed silently, it couldn’t work it out. Couldn’t fathom the endless refrain filling his skull.
Build a nest! Kick it down!
He reached the hut, not where the doorway made its slash in the wall, but from a blind side. And, with all his weight, the swordsmith flung himself into that flimsy structure.
It collapsed inward, Withal on top, landing upon a squawking figure beneath. Spitting, hissing with rage and indignation.
Withal grasped handfuls of rotten canvas, heaved himself back uprig
ht, and dragged the tent away. Pegs snapping, ties breaking. Dragged it away from that horrid little bastard god.
It shrieked, the brazier tumbling, coals spilling out, sparks lodging in the god’s ratty robes, where they smouldered—
‘You will die for this, mortal!’
Withal stumbled back, laughing.
And, from behind, the wind suddenly arrived.
Almost knocking him down.
He turned into it, facing the beach once more, and saw the storm-clouds billowing, rushing in, growing ever higher, towering, spreading their shadow upon the island.
Leaning into the gale, Withal ran back to the beach.
Thrashing, foaming waves on all sides, but there, before him, a stretch of calm. A stretch opposite Sandalath and the capering, dancing Nachts.
Along which the boat slid gracefully through the reef, its lone sail luffing lightly as it glided to shore, grating to a halt five paces from the waterline.
Withal reached the sand in time to see a squat, nondescript man clamber down from the side and wade ashore.
‘This,’ he said to Withal in the Letherii trader’s tongue, ‘is for you. Take your friends and make sail.’
‘Who are you?’ Sandalath demanded.
‘Oh, be quiet!’ Withal snarled. ‘Climb in, woman!’
The Nachts had already done so, and were scrambling about the rigging.
Scowling, the Tiste Andii woman hurried towards the boat.
Withal stared at the man.
Who grimaced, then said, ‘Aye, Withal of Meckros, you pray hard enough…’
‘I knew it.’
‘Now, get going. You’ll find a way of calm through.’
‘And you, Mael?’
‘I’ll drop in later. I’ve things for you to do, Withal. But for now,’ he faced inland, ‘I am going to beat a god senseless.’
This Ends the Fifth Tale
of the Malazan
Book of the Fallen
Glossary
Letherii Titles
Acquitor: a sanctioned position as guide/factor when dealing with non-Letherii peoples
Atri-Preda: military commander who governs a city or town
Ceda: title of King’s own mage
Finadd: equivalent of captain in the military
Preda: equivalent of commander or general in the military
Sentinel: the King’s Voice in establishing first contact with non-Letherii peoples
The King’s Leave: a title relieving the holder of all criminal convictions
Lether Place Names
Burl Square: a square in Letheras
Cedance: the dominant set of Tiles (see the Holds)
Cul Street
: a street in Letheras
Down Markets: a district in Letheras
Errant’s Heel: an alley in Letheras
Eternal Domicile: the new palace under construction in Letheras
Huldo’s: a restaurant in Letheras
Katter Bight: a stretch of water outside Old Katter
Kraig’s Landing: upriver from the city of Trate
Lether: the kingdom and its protectorates
Letheras: the capital city of Lether
Merchants’ Tolls: equivalent of a stock market in Lether
Purser’s District: a district in Letheras
Quillas Canal: one of the main canals in Letheras
Rat Catchers’ Guild: a mysterious guild active throughout Lether
Red Lane
: a lane in Letheras
Rild’s: a restaurant in Letheras
Scale House: headquarters of the Rat Catcher’s Guild, Letheras
Sherp’s Last Lane
: a bridge in Letheras
Stinking House: abode of Selush the Dresser of the Dead
Tarancede Tower: a watchtower overlooking Trate Harbour
Temple School: an educational establishment in Letheras
The Temple: a high-end brothel in Letheras
Urum’s Lenders: an establishment in Letheras
Letheris Cities, Villages and Forts
Awl
Brans Keep
Bridle
Cargo
Desden
Dissent
Dresh
Fent Reach
First Maiden Fort
First Reach
Five Points
Fort Shake
Gedry
Harness
High Fort
Letheras
The Manse
Miner Sluice
Old Gedure
Old Katter
Second Maid Fort
Trails
Trate
Truce
Letherii Prorectorates
Bluerose
Karn
Korshenn
Pilott
Pockface Islands
Neighbouring Kingdoms
Kolanse
Letherii Military
Artisan Battalion
Bluerose Battalion
Cold Clay Battalion
Crimson Rampant Brigade
Fent Garrison
Grass Jackets Brigade
Harridict Brigade
Katter Legion
Maiden Garrison
Merchants’ Battalion
Shake Legion
Trate Legion
Wave Wake Brigade
Whitefinder Battalion
Letherii Phrases
Blue Style Steel: an earlier method of ironmongery
Docks: commonest denomination of Lether money
Dresh Ballista: a multi-quarrel war weapon
Letheran Steel: a secret method of ironmongery
Letherii: that of Lether, also the name of the language and of the people
Levels: the coin of the wealthy Lether
Lupe Fish: a large carnivorous fish resident in Lether River and the canals
Ootooloo: a primitive but singular sea-creature from Bluerose
Peaks: the coin of the filthy rich in Lether
(The) Seventh Closure: prophesied renaissance
(The) Shrouded Sisters of the Empty Throne: Educators
Stripling: lowest denomination of Lether money
Truce Fever: a common, curable fever
Tusked Milk: an alcoholic beverage
Tiste Edur Places and Names
Arapay: subjugated and easternmost tribe of Tiste Edur
Beneda: subjugated tribe of Tiste Edur
Calach Breeding Beds: coastline where Tusked Seals breed
Den-Ratha: subjugated northernmost tribe of Tiste Edur
Hasana Inlet: an inlet claimed by the Tiste Edur
Hiroth: dominant tribe of the Tiste Edur
Kachan Inlet: an inlet claimed by the Tiste Edur
Knarri: a whaling and fishing craft
K’orthan: raider longboats
K’risnan: the Warlock King’s cadre of sorcerors
Merude: subjugated tribe of Tiste Edur
Morok Tree: a blue-leafed tree used in funeral practices
Sollanta: subjugated tribe of Tiste Edur
Stonebowl: a natural depression at the base of a gorge north of the main Hiroth village
Other Names, Titles and Terms
(The) Eres’al: the spirit goddess of the Nerek
Faraed: an assimilated people in Lether
Fent: an assimilated people in Lether
Jheck: a northern tribe
Ken’ryllah: a type of demon
Kenyll’rah: a type of demon
Khalibaral: a type of demon
Meckros: a civilization of mobile, floating cities
N’purel: the Whiskered Fish of the Kenyll’rah homeworld
Nachts: Jaghut-bred versions of bhoka’rala
Nerek: an assimilated people in Lether
Onyx Wizards: sorcerors of Bluerose (defeated in conquest)
Tarthenal: an assimilated people in Lether
The Seregahl: the five gods of the Tarthenal
Mythos (Letheri
l, Edur and Other)
(The) Black Winged Lord: divinity worshipped in Bluerose
Kilmandaros: an Elder Goddess
Mael: an Elder God
Menandore: (Betrayer, Dawn)
Scabandari Bloodeye: (Father Shadow, Emurlahnis)
Sheltatha Lore: (Daughter Dusk)
Silchas Ruin: (The Betrayer)
Sukul Ankhadu: (The Fickle)
The Holds
The Tiles
The Beast Hold
Bone Perch
Elder
Crone
Seer
Shaman
Hunter
Tracker
The Azath Hold
Heartstone
Keeper
Portal
Path
Mason
Tomb
Guest
Barrow
Root
Wall
The Dragon Hold
Queen
Consort
Liege
Knight
Gate
Wyval
The Lady
Blood-Drinker
Path-Shaper
The Ice Hold
Ice Throne
Walker
Huntress
Shaper
Bearer
Child
Seed
The Empty Hold
Empty Throne
Wanderer
Mistress
Watcher
Walker
Saviour
Betrayer
The Fulcra (unaligned)
Shapefinder
The Pack
The Errant
Axe (Eres)
Crow (White Crow)
Fire
Dolmen
Blade
Knuckles