Hetan’s eyes focused on the man, studied the extraordinary scars crisscrossing his flesh. ‘We greet you, strangers!’ she called out.
Both turned, clearly surprised that they had company.
Hetan now looked upon the man’s face. That the woman beside him was his sister could be no more obvious.
Good. ‘You!’ she called to the man, ‘what is your name?’
The man’s smile made her heart catch. ‘Onos Toolan.’
Hetan strode closer, offering a wink to the dark-haired woman, then settling her eyes once more on the man called Onos Toolan. ‘I see more than you imagine,’ she said in a low voice.
The young warrior cocked his head. ‘You do?’
‘Aye, and what I see tells me you’ve not bedded a woman in a long time.’
The man’s eyes widened – oh, such lovely eyes, a lover’s eyes – ‘Indeed,’ he said, his smile broadening.
Oh yes, my lover’s eyes …
Epilogue
Paran shoved the door open. Shouldering his heavy, gold-filled pack, he stepped into the antechamber beyond.
‘Raest! Where are you?’
The armour-clad Jaghut emerged from somewhere to halt before Paran, said nothing.
‘That’s right,’ Paran muttered, ‘I’ve decided to take up residence here.’
Raest’s voice was a cold rasp, ‘You have.’
‘Aye. Three weeks in that damned inn was enough, believe me. So, here I am, courage worked up, ready to settle into the dreaded, infamous Finnest House – and I see your skills as housekeeper leave much to be desired.’
‘These two bodies on the threshold – what will you do with them?’
Paran shrugged. ‘I haven’t decided yet. Something, I suppose. But, for now, I want to drop this gold off – so I can sleep easy for a change. They’re opening the place up tonight, you know…’
The giant warrior replied, ‘No, Master of the Deck, I do not.’
‘Never mind. I said I’d go. Hood knows, I doubt anybody else in this city will, except maybe Kruppe, Coll and Murillio.’
‘Go where, Master of the Deck?’
‘Ganoes, please. Or Paran. Where, you ask? Picker’s new tavern, that’s where.’
‘I know nothing of—’
‘I know you don’t, that’s why I’m telling—’
‘—nor do I care, Ganoes Paran, Master of the Deck.’
‘Well, your loss, Raest. As I was saying, Picker’s new tavern. Her and her partner’s, that is. They’ve spent half their pay on this insane project.’
‘Insane?’
‘Yes – you don’t know the meaning of insane?’
‘I know it all too well, Ganoes Paran, Master of the Deck.’
Paran was brought up short by that. He studied the helmed face, seeing only shadows behind the visor’s slots. A faint shiver ran through the Malazan. ‘Uh, yes. In any case, they purchased the K’rul Temple, belfry and all. Made it into a—’
‘A tavern.’
‘A temple everyone in the city calls haunted.’
‘I imagine,’ Raest said, turning away, ‘it came cheap, all things considered…’
Paran stared after the armoured Jaghut. ‘See you later,’ he called.
Faintly came the reply, ‘If you insist…’
* * *
Emerging from the battered gateway onto the street, Paran almost stumbled over a decrepit, hooded figure sitting awkwardly on the edge of the gutter. A grimy hand lifted from the rags towards the Malazan.
‘Kind sir! A coin, please! A single coin!’
‘Luckily for you, I can spare more than one, old man.’ Paran reached for the leather purse tucked into his belt. He drew out a handful of silvers.
The beggar grunted, dragged himself closer, his legs trailing like dead weights. ‘A man of wealth! Listen to me. I have need of a partner, generous sir! I have gold. Councils! Hidden in a cache on the slopes of the Tahlyn Hills! A fortune, sir! We must needs only mount an expedition – it’s not far.’
Paran dropped the coins into the old man’s hands. ‘Buried treasure, friend? No doubt.’
‘Sir, the sum is vast, and I would gladly part with half of it – the repayment to your investment will be ten times at the very least.’
‘I’ve no need for more riches.’ Paran smiled. He stepped away from the beggar, then paused and added, ‘By the way, you probably shouldn’t linger overlong at this particular gate. The House does not welcome strangers.’
The old man seemed to shrink in on himself. His head twisted to one side. ‘No,’ he muttered from beneath his ragged hood, ‘not this House.’ Then he softly cackled. ‘But I know one that does…’
Shrugging at the beggar’s obscure words, Paran turned once more and set off.
Behind him, the beggar broke into a wretched cough.
* * *
Picker could not pull her eyes from the man. He sat hunched over, on a chair that had yet to find a table, still clutching in his hands the small rag of tattered cloth on which something had been written. The alchemist had done all he could to return life to what had been a mostly destroyed, desiccated body, and Baruk’s talents had been stretched to their limits – there was no doubt of that.
She knew of him, of course. They all did. They all knew, as well, where he had come from.
He spoke not a word. Had not since the resurrection. No physical flaw kept him from finding his voice, Baruk had insisted.
The Imperial Historian had fallen silent. No-one knew why.
She sighed.
The grand opening of K’rul’s Bar was a disaster. Tables waited, empty, forlorn in the massive main chamber. Paran, Spindle, Blend, Antsy, Mallet and Bluepearl sat at the one nearest the blazing hearth, barely managing a word among them. Nearby was the only other occupied table, at which sat Kruppe, Murillio and Coll.
And that’s it. Gods, we’re finished. We should never have listened to Antsy …
The front door swung open.
Picker looked over hopefully. But it was only Baruk.
The High Alchemist paused within the antechamber, then slowly made his way forward to where the other Daru sat.
‘Dearest friend of honourable Kruppe! Baruk, stalwart champion of Darujhistan, could you ask for better company this night? Here, yes, at this very table! Kruppe was astonishing his companions – and indeed, these grim-faced ex-soldiers next to us – with his extraordinary account of Kruppe and this tavern’s namesake, conspiring to fashion a new world.’
‘Is the tale done, then?’ Baruk asked as he approached.
‘Just, but Kruppe would be delighted to—’
‘Excellent. I’ll hear it some other time, I suppose.’ The High Alchemist glanced over at Duiker, but the Imperial Historian had not so much as even looked up. Head still bowed, eyes fixed on the cloth in his hands. Baruk sighed. ‘Picker, have you mulled wine?’
‘Aye, sir,’ she said. ‘Behind you, beside the hearth.’
Antsy reached for the clay jug, rose to pour Baruk a cup.
‘All right,’ Picker said in a loud voice, walking over. ‘So, this is it. Fine. The fire’s warm enough, we’ve drunk enough, and I for one am ready for some stories to be told – no, not you, Kruppe. We’ve heard yours. Now, Baruk here, and Coll and Murillio for that matter, might be interested in the tale of the final taking of Coral.’
Coll slowly leaned forward. ‘So, you’ll finally talk, will you? It’s about time, Picker.’
‘Not me,’ she replied. ‘Not to start, anyway. Captain? Refill your cup, sir, and weave us a tale.’
The man grimaced, then shook his head. ‘I’d like to, Picker.’
‘Too close,’ Spindle grumbled, nodding and turning away.
‘Hood’s breath, what a miserable bunch!’
‘Sure,’ Spindle snapped, ‘a story to break our hearts all over again! What’s the value in that?’
A rough, broken voice replied, ‘There is value.’
Everyone fell silent, turned
to Duiker.
The Imperial Historian had looked up, was studying them with dark eyes. ‘Value. Yes. I think, much value. But not yours, soldiers. Not yet. Too soon for you. Too soon.’
‘Perhaps,’ Baruk murmured, ‘perhaps you are right in that. We ask too much—’
‘Of them. Yes.’ The old man looked down once more at the cloth in his hands.
The silence stretched.
Duiker made no move.
Picker began to turn back to her companions – when the man began speaking. ‘Very well, permit me, if you will, on this night. To break your hearts once more. This is the story of the Chain of Dogs. Of Coltaine of the Crow Clan, newly come Fist to the 7th Army…’
This ends the Third Tale
of The
Malazan
Book of the Fallen
Glossary
Pannion Domin Terminology
Pannion Seer: the political and spiritual leader of the Domin
Septarch: ruler of one of seven districts in Domin (also commands armies)
Urdo: commander of elite heavy infantry (Urdomen)
Urdomen: elite heavy infantry, fanatical followers of the Seer
Seerdomin: fanatical bodyguard and assassin sect of the Domin
Betaklites: medium infantry
Beklites: regular infantry (also known as the Hundred Thousand)
Betrullid: light cavalry
Betakullid: medium cavalry
Scalandi: skirmishers
Desandi: sappers
Tenescowri: the peasant army
In Capustan
The Grey Swords: a mercenary cult hired to defend against the Pannion Domin
The Mask Council: High Priests of the Fourteen Ascendants represented in Capustan
The Gidrath: soldiers serving the fourteen temples
The Capanthall: Capustan’s city garrison, under command of Prince Jelarkan
The Coralessian Company: followers of exiled Prince Arard of Coral
Lestari Guard: refugee Palace Guard from the city of Lest
Capan: name for distinct self-contained neighbourhoods and people in Capustan
Daru Quarter: old town at centre of Capustan
The Thrall: old Daru keep now home to the Mask Council
The Fourteen Ascendants of Capustan’s Mask Council
Fener/Tennerock
Trake/Treach
D’rek
Hood
Burn
Togg
Beru
Mowri
Oponn
Soliel and Poliel
Queen of Dreams
Fanderay
Dessembrae
Shadowthrone
Peoples and Places
The Rhivi: pastoral nomadic society in central plains of Genabackis
The Barghast: a warrior caste tribe found on various continents:
Ilgres Clan
White Face Clan (including: Senan, Gilk, Ahkrata, Barahn, Nith’rithal)
T’lan Imass (the Armies of the Diaspora):
Logros, Guardians of the First Throne
Kron, First to the Gathering
Betrule (lost)
Ifayle (lost)
Bentract (lost)
Orshayn (lost)
Kerluhm (lost)
Tiste Andii: an Elder Race
Jaghut: an Elder Race
K’Chain Che’Malle: one of the Four Founding Races, presumed extinct
Moranth: a highly regimented culture, centred in Cloud Forest
Daru: a cultural and linguistic group on Genabackis
Capan: a citizen of Capustan
Domin/Pannion: name for a new empire on Genabackis
Lestari: a citizen of Lest
Coralessian: a citizen of Coral
Morn: a ruined, haunted place on the southwest coast of Genabackis
Coral: a city in the Pannion Domin
Lest: a city in the Pannion Domin
Capustan: a city on the north side of the Catlin River
Darujhistan: last Free City on Genabackis
Lamatath Plain: plains to south of Darujhistan
Jaghra Til: T’lan Imass name for now-extinct inland sea
The World of Sorcery
THE WARRENS (THE PATHS – THOSE WARRENS ACCESSIBLE TO HUMANS)
Denul: the Path of Healing
D’riss: The Path of Stone
Hood’s Path: the Path of Death
Meanas: The Path of Shadow and Illusion
Ruse: the Path of the Sea
Rashan: The Path of Darkness
Serc: the Path of the Sky
Tennes: the Path of the Land
Thyr: the Path of Light
THE ELDER WARRENS
Kurald Galain: the Tiste Andii Warren of Darkness
Kurald Emurlahn: the Tiste Edur Warren
Tellann: the T’lan Imass Warren
Omtose Phellack: the Jaghut Warren
Starvald Demelain: the Tiam Warren, the First Warren
The Deck of Dragons – The Fatid (and Associated Ascendants)
High House Life
King
Queen (Queen of Dreams)
Champion
Priest
Herald
Soldier
Weaver
Mason
Virgin
High House Death
King (Hood)
Queen
Knight (once Dassem Ultor)
Magi
Herald
Soldier
Spinner
Mason
Virgin
High House Light
King
Queen
Champion
Priest
Captain
Soldier
Seamstress
Builder
Maiden
High House Dark
King
Queen
Knight (Son of Darkness)
Magi
Captain
Soldier
Weaver
Mason
Wife
High House Shadow
King (Shadowthrone/Ammanas)
Queen
Assassin (the Rope/Cotillion)
Magi
Hound
Unaligned
Oponn (the Jesters of Chance)
Obelisk (Burn)
Crown
Sceptre
Orb
Throne
ASCENDANTS
Apsalar, Lady of Thieves
Beru, Lord of Storms
Burn, Lady of the Earth, the Sleeping Goddess
Caladan Brood, the Warlord
Cotillion/The Rope (the Assassin of High House Shadow)
Dessembrae, Lord of Tragedy
D’rek, the Worm of Autumn (sometimes the Queen of Disease, see Poliel)
Fanderay, She-Wolf of Winter
Fener, the Boar (see also Tennerock)
Gedderone, Lady of Spring and Rebirth
Great Ravens, ravens sustained by magic
Hood (King of High House Death)
Jhess, Queen of Weaving
Kallor, the High King
K’rul, Elder God
Mael, Elder God
Mowri, Lady of Beggars, Slaves and Serfs
Nerruse, Lady of Calm Seas and Fair Wind
Oponn, Twin Jesters of Chance
Osserc, Lord of the Sky
Poliel, Mistress of Pestilence
Queen of Dreams (Queen of High House Life)
Shadowthrone/Ammanas (King of High House Shadow)
Shedenul/Soliel, Lady of Health
Soliel, Mistress of Healing
Tennerock/Fener, the Boar of Five Tusks
The Crippled God, King of Chains
The Hounds (of High House Shadow)
Togg (see Fanderay), the Wolf of Winter
Trake/Treach, The Tiger of Summer and Battle
Son of Darkness/Moon’s Lord/Anomander Rake (Knight of High House Dark)
Treach, First Hero
HOUSE OF CHAINS
BOOK FOUR OF THE
MALAZAN BOOK OF THE FALLEN
STEVEN ERIKSON
House of Chains
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously.
HOUSE OF CHAINS: BOOK FOUR OF THE MALAZAN BOOK OF THE FALLEN
Copyright © 2002 by Steven Erikson
Originally published in Great Britain in 2002 by Bantam Press, a division of Transworld Publishers
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form.
Maps by Neil Gower
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House of chains / Steven Erikson.—1st ed.
p. cm.—(Malazan book of the fallen; bk. 4)
“A Tom Doherty Associates book.”
ISBN: 978-0-765-31574-8
I. Title.
PR9199.4.E745H68 2006
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For MARK PAXTON MACRAE, for the KO punch. This one’s all yours, my friend.
Acknowledgements
The author wishes to thank his cadre of readers, Chris Porozny, Richard Jones, David Keck and Mark Paxton MacRae. Clare and Bowen as always. Simon Taylor and the crew at Transworld. And the terrific (and patient) staff at Tony’s Bar Italia: Erica, Steve, Jesse, Dan, Ron, Orville, Rhimpy, Rhea, Cam, James, Konrad, Darren, Rusty, Phil, Todd, Marnie, Chris, Leah, Ada, Kevin, Jake, Jamie, Graeme and the two Doms. Thanks also to Darren Nash (for the yeast always rises) and Peter Crowther.
MAPS
Dramatis Personae
The Uryd Tribe of the Teblor
Karsa Orlong, a young warrior
Bairoth Gild, a young warrior
Delum Thord, a young warrior
Dayliss, a young woman
Pahlk, Karsa’s grandfather
Synyg, Karsa’s father
The Adjunct’s Army
Adjunct Tavore
Fist Gamet/Gimlet
T’amber
Fist Tene Baralta
The Malazan Empire Page 270