Stormy’s eyes flashed. ‘What did I tell you, Gesler! My dreams! I saw-’
‘What you said you saw made no sense. Still doesn’t! The point is, this woman here calls herself the Destriant to the K’Chain Che’Malle, and if that’s not dumb enough, she’s calling me the Mortal Sword and you the Shield Anvil.’
Stormy flinched, hands up covering his face. He spoke behind his palms. ‘Where’s my sword? Where’s my boots? Where the fuck is breakfast?’
‘Didn’t you hear me?’
‘I heard you, Gesler. Dreams. It was those damned scaled rats. Every time I saw one on the trail I got the shivers.’
‘Rats ain’t K’Chain Che’Malle. You know, if you had even half a brain maybe you could’ve figured out your dreams, and maybe we wouldn’t be in this mess!’
Stormy dropped his hands, swung his shaggy head to regard Kalyth. ‘Look at her,’ he muttered.
‘What about her?’
‘Reminds me of my mother.’
Gesler’s hands twitched, closed into fists. ‘Don’t even think it, Stormy.’
‘Can’t help it. She does-’
‘No, she doesn’t. Your mother had red hair-’
‘Not the point. Around her eyes, see it? You should know, Ges, you went and bedded her enough times-’
‘That was an accident-’
‘A what?’
‘I mean, how did I know she went around seducing your friends?’
‘She didn’t. Just you.’
‘But you said-’
‘So I lied! I was just trying to make you feel better! No, fuck that, I was trying to make you feel that you’re nobody important-your head’s swelled up bad enough as it is. Anyway, it don’t matter any more, does it? Forget it. I forgave you, remember-’
‘You were drunk and we’d just trashed an alley trying to kill each other-’
‘Then I forgave you. Forget it, I said.’
‘I wish I could! Now you go and say this one looks like-’
‘But she does!’
‘ I know she does! Now just shut the fuck up! We ain’t-we ain’t- ’
‘Yes, we are. You know it, Ges. You don’t like it, but you know it. We been cut loose. We got us a destiny. Right here. Right now. She’s Destriant and you’re Shield Anvil and I’m Mortal Sword-’
‘Wrong way round,’ Gesler snarled. ‘I’m the Mortal Sword-’
‘Good. Glad we got that settled. Now get her to cook us something-’
‘Oh, is that what Destriants do, then? Cook for us?’
‘I’m hungry and I got no food!’
‘Then ask her. Politely.’
Stormy scowled at Kalyth.
‘Trader tongue,’ Gesler said.