The Malazan Empire Series: (Night of Knives, Return of the Crimson Guard, Stonewielder, Orb Sceptre Throne, Blood and Bone, Assail) (Novels of the Malazan Empire)

by Ian C. Esslemont

  Perhaps strengthened by his insanity, Yathengar managed to raise his hands. Power rippled there, sizzling in Tayschrenn’s grip. At the same time the fist at Kiska’s throat eased and she sat up, drawing her knife. Leoman also rose. The morningstars hissed to life in his hands. But neither dared strike while the two mages squirmed in the sands.

  Then Kiska realized even more. ‘The Vitr!’ she shouted to Tayschrenn. ‘He hasn’t touched the Vitr!’

  Understanding, Tayschrenn heaved himself to one side. The two struggled while power lashed, searing the flesh of the ex-High Mage’s arms. They rolled into the thin anaemic surf. Tayschrenn fought to press Yathengar down while the mage wrestled to free his arms. Finally Tayschrenn managed to force the man into the wash.

  Immediately, the silvery liquid burst into foaming hissing froth. Yathengar howled, jerking free of Tayschrenn. He lunged for the dry shore; the former High Mage yanked him back by his robes. Leoman saw an opening and moved to close, but Kiska shouted a warning. Leoman leapt back but not fast enough, and his sandals smoked. He dug his feet into the sands, almost dancing in panic.

  Meanwhile Yathengar had fallen again into the Vitr and now writhed screaming and flailing. Tayschrenn grimly took hold of a leg to drag him further out. The writhing and screaming went on for a long time. The great demon arose, groggy, to stand to one side, and Kiska stood panting, shuddering with suppressed energy. The continuous distant shrieks and hoarse pleading mixed with vile threats made her wince. She sat heavily in the sands and Leoman joined her.

  They had found Tayschrenn. Succeeded in an apparently impossible task. Followed him through the Whorl to the very edge of existence. And now he did not even recognize them.

  Eventually, the tall figure re-emerged from the glare of the Vitr. Kiska climbed to her feet. The man favoured her and Leoman with a harsh, unforgiving gaze. Kiska couldn’t trust herself to speak; she was afraid that anything she might say would be wrong. ‘So,’ he began at last, musing, ‘you are from my past.’

  Kiska swallowed to wet her throat, managed a faint, ‘Yes.’ Then, stronger, ‘You are needed—’She stopped as he raised a hand to silence her. He examined that hand, and the other, turning them over before his face. Kiska noted that his flesh was healed. The Vitr appeared to have somehow restored him.

  He continued to study his hands, flexing them. ‘And I take it that I, too, was a mage.’

  ‘Yes,’ Kiska breathed, knowing that she could not lie.

  Leoman, to his credit, remained silent, his narrowed dark eyes travelling between them, observing, gauging. The demon was also silent, watching, its great taloned hands clenched, the lenses of its bulbous eyes flashing as it blinked.

  At Kiska’s whispered yes the man shuddered as if struck. His eyes squeezed shut and his hands fisted rigid, then fell to his sides. He exhaled through clenched teeth, made a sweeping gesture with one hand as if cutting the air between them. ‘Well, you can keep that past. I want nothing to do with it.’ He motioned to the demon. ‘Come, Korus. We have work to do.’

  Kiska could not read the demon’s alien face but the massive tangle of fangs at its mouth seemed to curve in a grin of triumph.

  ‘But Tayschrenn!’

  The man paused. He turned back, his expression unchanged. ‘If that was my name it is no longer. You can keep it as well … and take it with you when you go.’

  She could not think of anything more to say. The ex-High Mage walked away, trailed by the demon Korus. She turned to Leoman; the man gave a long slow shrug. ‘Kiska, I’m sorry …’

  Snarling, she turned and stalked off along the shore. I’ve not come all this way …

  The gentle metal jingling of Leoman’s armour announced his following. ‘Kiska, listen … you’ve done everything that could be expected. If he does not want to come then that is his choice …’

  Kiska kept walking. I’ll convince him. He’s needed.

  ‘You may not believe me but I’ve been through something rather similar before.’

  Did he really say that? She spun on her heel. ‘Yes – you’re right. I do not believe you’ve followed a quarry to the edge of creation only to have him walk away!’

  Leoman gripped his belt in both hands, rocked ever so slightly under her glare. ‘I was bodyguard to Sha’ik. You know that.’

  Her rage abated and she hesitated, interested despite her doubts. ‘Yes?’

  His narrowed gaze was on the middle distance, perhaps unwilling to meet her eyes. ‘I was with the uprising from the start. Rose through the ranks to become her bodyguard. She dragged my partner and me out to the deep desert, claimed she was going to be reborn. She had her blasted Holy Book with her. She’d consulted it, the divinatory deck, the astrological signs, everything. All to be at the right place at the right time to be reborn …’

  ‘And?’ Kiska prompted.

  ‘The Malazans put a crossbow bolt through her head at that very moment.’

  Queen preserve me ! She turned away, furious. ‘There is a point to this?’

  Stung, his voice hardened. ‘The point is that what happened was not what I thought was supposed to happen – that’s the point!’

  She stopped, glancing back. ‘But she was reborn …’

  ‘A – girl – showed up just then to take on the mantle. She became the new Sha’ik.

  ‘Ah-ha! So eventually you did succeed! Your determination paid off.’

  ‘No. Actually, that’s not my point at all. I was thinking more that we should strike inland, see what turns up.’

  ‘Well, I’m staying. His memory might return.’ She waved him away and walked on after Tayschrenn, yelling over her shoulder: ‘Did you think of that!’

  Leoman stood kicking at the black sand. He sucked a breath in through his teeth. ‘Yes,’ he said, all alone. ‘I thought of that.’

  After they left the temple quarters Malakai scouted ahead as usual. Antsy was content to let him range about as before. Frankly, part of him hoped he’d never return. Orchid was subdued. The lass had been handed a lot to think about. Corien was still weak and so he carried the dimmed lantern and the crossbow while Antsy led.

  The way up was an ornate hall, or tunnel, broad and gently rising. More like a covered boulevard, with openings off it, perhaps shops or private dwellings. These chambers gaped empty, stripped of furnishings but for a litter of broken pots, trampled torn cloth, and shattered glass. The avenue opened to what appeared to be an open square, and beyond this, just hinted at by the weak lantern light, marched street after street of another underground city.

  Shit. Now what? He turned to Orchid. ‘Which way?’

  She was eyeing the buildings, her lower lip clenched in her teeth. Clearly, this was not what she’d been expecting.

  ‘Well?’

  ‘I don’t know. We should explore … I guess.’

  ‘Where is Malakai, I wonder?’ Corien murmured, keeping his voice down.

  ‘Exploring, I guess,’ Antsy said, rather more acidly than he’d intended. ‘C’mon. This way.’

  He led them up a narrow alleyway where the tilt, or cant, of the entire structure was uncomfortably evident. Antsy had to push off occasionally from the right-leaning wall.

  ‘We should make for one edge of the town,’ Orchid finally announced, perhaps having regained her bearings.

  ‘Why?’ Antsy asked, and stopped for her answer. Both spoke in subdued tones, almost whispering; the quiet emptiness and gaping doorways seemed to demand a reverent, or at least sombre, response. Gone, the silent stone streets and alleys seemed to sigh. They are gone from us.

  ‘Because we’re under a kind of cave roof here, that’s why.’

  Antsy couldn’t help glancing up into what was, for him, an impenetrable gloom. He grunted his understanding. ‘All right. This way.’ He headed in what he believed to be the right direction.

  A short time later he felt it before he heard it: a massive shuddering that threw them all from side to side. They reached out to steady themselves on the walls
. Stones fell all around them, shattering. Orchid let out a panicked cry. Wreckage within the buildings about them shifted and crashed anew. It felt like every earthquake Antsy had experienced – only in this case a Spawnquake.

  Then, slowly, ponderously, the entire structure around them rolled slightly, forwards and backwards, like a titanic ship. They tottered and fought to keep their balance just as one would on any vessel. In the slow, almost gentle rocking Antsy thought he sensed a new equilibrium in the massive artefact’s balance. Thankfully a poise slightly closer to upright than before.

  ‘What is it?’ Orchid whispered, fierce.

  ‘I do believe we just lost a chunk of our island.’

  ‘Are we sinking?’ Corien asked, dread tightening his voice.

  Antsy scratched the bristles of his untrimmed beard. ‘It’s possible … course, we might just rise some, too.’

  ‘Rise?’ Orchid scoffed. ‘How could that be possible?’

  Antsy took a breath to explain but both had moved on, obviously uninterested in anything too technical. He cleared his throat, muttering, ‘Well – it’s just a theory.’

  They came to where walls of stone bordered the town. Some sections of the rock had been left naked, others smoothed. Some bore mosaics depicting scenes of a great river of brightness running through darkness, others of an immense city of towers. Antsy wondered if such a city were somewhere within this gigantic mountain of stone. Tracing round the edge of the town they came to a set of three broad staircases leading upwards. A strong breeze blew into their faces down out of the shafts.

  ‘Definitely rising,’ Antsy said. Corien and Orchid just eyed one another, uncertain. Corien, Antsy saw, was walking more and more stiffly, grimacing with the effort, while Orchid looked bedraggled and exhausted. ‘We’ll rest here.’

  Orchid was so worn out she merely gestured her acceptance and slumped down against a wall. Corien eased himself down with a hiss of pain. Antsy crouched to sort through their provisions. ‘How’re you holding up?’ he asked Corien, just to hold back the darkness and the unsettling, watchful silence.

  ‘Bed rest would have been better,’ he answered with a grin. ‘But I’m much improved. Thank you, Orchid.’

  A non-committal murmur sounded from where she lay on her bedroll of cloaks and blankets. Antsy gnawed on some sort of dried meat, passed a waterskin to Corien. ‘I don’t know about you, lad, but my goals have experienced a major revision.’

  The aristocratic youth’s answering grin was bright in the gloom. ‘Getting off alive would be a good start.’

  ‘Un-huh. I think we understand each other.’ Antsy hefted the waterskin, stoppered it. Too damned low. ‘You rest. I’ll take first watch.’

  The lad nodded his gratitude and eased further down. Antsy pushed himself to his feet. He set the lamp in the middle of the alcove they’d chosen, then turned his back to the light to stare out into the dimly lit adjacent street and portals. He cradled his cocked crossbow in his arms. So many damned nights spent on sentry duty. Seems like nothin’s changed. Just the venue. Same ol’ same old. Still … there’s not many as can say they’ve wandered the bowels of the Moon’s Spawn. Thought I was gonna collect a retirement package but seems I’ve just bought myself a last hurrah.

  Damned stupid waste. Looks like someone on this rock is gonna be cleaning his teeth with my bones.

  An’ to think Blend and Picker were relieved to see me go! Not like there’s so many of us Bridgeburners left, is there? Even Ferret got a proper service and remembrance. Whiskeyjack took off his helmet and said a few words with Free Cities battle magics blastin’ overhead and two dragons circling. And it’s not like he was a popular guy.

  Thinking of Ferret he thought he could almost see the skinny hunched figure there in front of him: his pinched pale face and sharp teeth – gods! We weren’t kind to the fellow, were we?

  Then Ferret looked him up and down and said: ‘What the fuck are you doin’ here, Antsy? You’re not dead.’

  Antsy jerked a startled breath and the crossbow jumped in his hands, the bolt skittering off down the stone street.

  Corien called, alarmed, ‘What is it?’

  Feeling that he’d, well, seen a ghost, Antsy squinted into the empty dark. ‘Nothin’. False alarm.’

  ‘Time for my watch?’

  Antsy eyed the remaining fuel in the lamp. ‘Naw. Bit longer.’

  ‘Well. I’m up now.’

  Antsy nodded, distracted, while he rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Yeah. Fine.’ I swear this damned dark is gonna drive me rat-crazy.

  In the ‘morning’ – that is, when they were all up and eating a light meal of dried fruit and old stale bread – Malakai emerged from the dark. He looked much the worse for wear, was growing a beard, and his dark jacket hung torn and stained with sweat.

  But then, Antsy reflected, none of us is looking any prettier.

  Distaste curled the man’s slash of a mouth as he studied them. ‘What’s this? You should be up the stairs by now.’

  Antsy decided he’d had a stomachful of the man’s command style. He’s never with us yet he presumes he’s leading. He cleared his throat. ‘Ah, we had us a talk. An’ we’ve decided we’re goin’ our own way in our own time.’

  ‘Oh?’ the man breathed, a dangerous edge entering his voice.

  Rather belatedly Antsy glanced about for his crossbow. He saw it sitting to one side, uncocked. Damn. Gotta think these things through before I open my stupid mouth.

  ‘Yes,’ Orchid cut in quickly. ‘We’ve decided.’

  The dark glittering eyes shifted to her. A scoffing smile now openly stretched his lips. ‘And where will you go?’

  ‘The closest way out. We’re going to get off this rock while we still have food and water and strength in our legs.’

  ‘You’ll never make it.’

  Antsy cast a quick anxious glance to Orchid: that evaluation, so final, made her flinch.

  ‘That may be so,’ Corien said into the silence following Malakai’s comment, ‘but that’s our worry.’

  The man seemed to make a show of considering the idea. He gave a great exaggerated frown while his hands brushed his belt. Antsy knew all the blades the man carried at that belt, and in other places. He ached to slip a hand into his shirt to the shoulder harness where he kept a munition in reserve, but he also knew Malakai would act the moment he saw him do that. ‘There’s still the matter of my investment in you two,’ Malakai said, and cocked an eye to Antsy.

  Shit. Why didn’t I load the damned crossbow when I had the chance?

  ‘If I may … ?’ Corien spoke up. Malakai gave the slightest dip of his head, his eyes fixed on Antsy. ‘Well. It seems to me that you are already of the opinion that you’ve a far better chance of achieving your goal – whatever that is – without us … yes?’

  Both Antsy and Malakai turned to eye the lad. ‘Yes?’ Malakai prompted.

  ‘Well, then, cutting us free recoups your investment by improving your odds of success.’

  Antsy glared his anger. What in Osserc’s dark humour is this?

  But Malakai nodded thoughtfully. Something in the proposition seemed to touch on his own private evaluation and he slipped his hands from his belt. ‘Very well. On your heads let it be.’

  ‘Yeah – right,’ Antsy said, scratching his stubbled jaw, still rather puzzled.

  ‘We’ll part company here, then.’ Malakai bowed to Orchid. ‘I would wish you luck but I’m afraid your luck will run to the lad’s pull.’

  ‘We’ll see,’ she answered, firm, having regained her confidence.

  ‘Farewell then.’ And the man backed away into the darkness to disappear up a narrow side alley. Antsy listened for a time but couldn’t hear one betraying step or scuff. He thought the man had gone but looked to Orchid for confirmation.

  ‘He’s left,’ she said after a time.

  Corien let out a long breath. ‘Thank the gods.’

  ‘He didn’t ask for any of the water or food,’ Orchid sai
d, surprised.

  ‘Maybe he knows where he can steal any he needs,’ Antsy said.

  ‘So what now?’ Corien asked.

  Antsy was silent, until it occurred to him that maybe that question had been asked of him. He cleared his throat. ‘Well … I suppose we press on. Keep an eye out.’

  ‘Good,’ Orchid said, emphatic. ‘I don’t want him to get too far ahead of us.’

  Antsy blinked in the dimming light of the lamp. ‘Hunh? What’s that supposed to mean?’

  ‘I mean just that. I don’t trust him. He’s after something. And there are things here on Moon’s Spawn that mustn’t see the light of day.’

  As if on cue the lamp guttered then, and went out. After a moment of surprised silence Corien laughed. Even Orchid joined in, though Antsy just swore. ‘Can’t see a damned thing!’ he complained, and started searching through his bags for more oil.

  ‘Would you like to see then, Red?’ Orchid offered from the dark.

  ‘Hunh? You can do that? Why didn’t you—’

  ‘I told you I don’t trust Malakai. I don’t want him to know what I can do. If I can, that is.’

  ‘Well, gods yes! If you would.’

  She crossed to his side. He heard her skirts rustling over the stones, felt the warmth radiating from her. He cool dry hands touched his face. The touch pleased him.

  ‘I’m glad you managed that without violence, Red,’ she whispered.

  ‘You nudged him just the right way.’

  Antsy resisted the urge to shrug, kept his head steady in her hands. ‘He’s been itching to drop us since we landed. I just handed him the moment. Anyway, it was Corien here who sealed the deal.’

  ‘I just helped out.’ Corien protested.

  ‘No. How’d you know he’d buy that argument?’

  The lad grunted from the dark, sitting down. ‘Well … it’s a touch embarrassing to say, but my guess is that he didn’t want to face you down, Red.’

  Antsy jerked his surprise in Orchid’s hands and she let out an impatient hiss. ‘Sorry,’ he murmured. ‘Lad, the man’s a killer. I think he just decided he didn’t want our blood on his hands.’