‘Hethry views you with great envy, Highness.’
‘She’s an idiot so that’s no surprise. Have we heard from Mother’s cedas?’
‘Still nothing. The Wastelands seethe with terrible powers, Highness, and it is clear that the Queen intends to remain there-like us, she seeks answers.’
‘Then we are both fools. All of this is so far beyond Bolkando’s borders that we would be hard pressed to extend any legitimate reasons to pursue the course we’re on. What did Kolanse contribute to our kingdom?’
‘Black honey, hardwoods, fine linens, parchment and paper-’
‘In the past five years?’ Felash’s eyes glittered in a veil of smoke.
‘Nothing.’
‘Precisely. My question was in fact rhetorical. Contact has ceased. We acquired nothing essential from them in any case. As for the Wastelands and the motley armies crawling about on them, well, they too have left our environs. We dog them at our peril, I believe.’
‘The Queen marches beside some of those armies, Highness. We must assume she has discovered something, providing a compelling reason for remaining in their company.’
‘They march to Kolanse.’
‘Indeed.’
‘And we don’t know why.’
The handmaid said nothing.
Felash sent a stream of smoke ceilingward. ‘Tell me again of the undead in the Wastelands.’
‘Which ones, Highness?’
‘The ones who move as dust on the winds.’
The handmaid frowned. ‘At first I thought that they alone were responsible for the impenetrable cloud defying my efforts. They number in the thousands, after all, and the one who leads them emanates such blinding power that I dare not look too long upon it. But now… Highness, there are others. Not dead to be sure. Even so. One of darkness and cold. One of golden fire high in the sky. Another at his side, a winged knot of grief harder and crueller than the sharpest cut diamond. Still others, hiding in the howl of wolves-’
‘Wolves?’ Felash cut in. ‘Do you mean the Perish?’
‘No and yes, Highness. I can be no clearer than that.’
‘Wonderful. Go on.’
‘Yet another, fiercer and wilder than all the others. It hides inside stone. It swims in a sea thick with the pungent flavours of serpents. It waits for the moment, and grows in its power, and facing it… Highness, whatever it faces is more dreadful than I can bear.’
‘This clash-will it occur on the Wastelands?’