‘Estobanse thrives on springs. A valley province, with vast mountains to the north and another range to the south. The sea to the east and plains to the west. The droughts were in the south kingdoms, and in the other Kolanse territories. I do not know when they started, Mortal Sword, but even in the tales from my childhood I seem to recall grief lying heavy upon the settled lands.’
‘And the Elan Plains?’
She shook her head. ‘Always dry, always trouble — it is why the clans fought so much. We were running out of everything. I was a child. A child gets used to things, it all feels … normal — for all the years I was with my people, it was like that.’
‘So what brought the Adjudicators to the place,’ Gesler wondered, ‘if it was already suffering?’
‘Weakness,’ said Stormy. ‘Take any starving land, and you’ll find a fat king. Nobody’d weep at that slaughter in the throne room. Priests blathering on about justice. Must have sounded sweet, at least to start with.’
‘Aye,’ Gesler agreed. ‘Still, that Spire, where they built their temple — Kalyth, you called it cursed. Why?’
‘It is where a star fell from the sky,’ she explained.
‘Recently?’
‘No, long ago, but round the promontory the seawater is red as blood — and nothing can live in that water.’
‘Did any of that change once the Adjudicators installed their temple?’
‘I don’t know. I have never seen the place — please, I just don’t know. I don’t even know why we’re marching in this direction. There is nothing to the east — nothing but bones.’ She glared at Gesler. ‘Where’s your army of allies? Dead! We need to find somewhere else to go. We need-’
‘We don’t know that,’ Stormy said, chewing at his moustache and not meeting her eyes.
‘When Gu’Rull gets back,’ Gesler said in a low tone, ‘we’ll know more. In the meantime, on we go, Destriant. No point in doing anything else.’
She nodded.
Their power was a dark, swirling stain, spinning out like a river at the head of the vast, snaking column. Gu’Rull studied the manifestation from above, where he was gliding just beneath the thick overcast which had spread down from the northwest. His wounds were healing, and he had travelled far, ranging out over the Wastelands.
He had observed the tattered remnants of human armies, swollen with massive trains. And south of them but drawing closer by the day another force, the ranks disciplined in their march, unblooded and, as far as such things went, formidable. Despite the commands of the Mortal Sword, neither force was of much interest to the Shi’gal Assassin. No, the knots of power he had sensed elsewhere were far more fascinating, but of them all, not one compared to that which emanated from the two human children, Sinn and Grub. Travelling there, at the very head of the Gunthan Nest.
Of course, it could be called ‘Nest’ no longer, could it? There was no room, no solid, protected roost for the last clan of the K’Chain Che’Malle.
Even leadership had been surrendered. To three humans. There was no doubt that without them the Che’Malle would have been destroyed by the Nah’ruk. Three humans, clad in strange titles,
So many lusted after power. It was the crushing step of history, in every civilization that had ever existed. Gu’Rull had no taste for it. Better that more of his kind existed, behind every throne, to cut the throat at the first hint of mad ambition. Enough heads rolling down the ages and perhaps the lesson would finally be learned, though he doubted it.
‘Forkrul Assail,’ whispered Grub into Sinn’s ear. ‘The Crystal City knew them, even the Watered ones. It holds the memory of them. Sinn, they are at the centre of the war — they’re the ones the Adjunct is hunting.’
‘No more,’ she hissed back at him. ‘Don’t talk. What if they hear you?’
He sniffed. ‘You think they don’t know? Gesler and Stormy? Forkrul Assail, Sinn, but now she’s wounded. Badly wounded. We need to stop her, or the Bonehunters will get slaughtered-’
‘If there’re any of them left.’
‘There are. Reach with your mind-’
‘That’s her sword — that barrier that won’t let us in. Her Otataral sword.’
‘Meaning she’s still alive-’
‘No, just that somebody’s carrying it. Could be Brys Beddict, could be Warleader Gall. We don’t know, we can’t get close enough to find out.’
‘Gu’Rull-’
‘Wants us dead.’
Grub flinched. ‘What did we ever do to him? Except save his hide.’
‘Him and all the other lizards. Doesn’t matter. We might turn on them all, and who could stop us?’
‘You could turn on ’em. I won’t. So I’ll be the one stopping you. Don’t try it, Sinn.’
‘We’re in this together,’ she said. ‘Partners. I was just saying. It’s why that assassin hates us. Nobody controls us but us. Grownups always hate that.’
‘Forkrul Assail. Gesler wants to join this army to the Adjunct’s — that has to be what he’s planning, isn’t it?’
‘How should I know? Probably.’
‘So we will fight Forkrul Assail.’
She flashed him a wicked smile. ‘Like flies, I will pluck their legs off.’
‘Who’s the girl?’
Sinn rolled her eyes. ‘Not again. I’m sick of talking about her.’
‘She’s in the Crystal City. She’s waiting for us.’
‘She’s insane, that’s what she is. You felt that, you had to. We both felt it. No, let’s not talk about her any more.’
‘You’re afraid of her,’ Grub said. ‘Because maybe she’s stronger than both of us.’
‘Aren’t you? You should be.’
‘At night,’ said Grub, ‘I dream of red eyes. Opening. Just opening. That’s all.’
‘Never mind that dream,’ she said, looking away.
He could feel all her muscles, tight and wiry, and he knew that this was an embrace he could not hold on to for very much longer.
‘Stupid dream,’ said Sinn.
It was midday. Gesler called a halt. The vast column stopped en masse, and then drones stepped out to begin preparations for feeding. Wincing as he extricated himself from the scaled saddle of the Ve’Gath, noting with relief that the welts on the beast’s flanks were healing, the Mortal Sword dropped down to the ground. ‘Stormy, let’s stretch our legs-’
‘I don’t need help taking a piss.’
‘After that, idiot.’