‘It suits us fine,’ the second soldier snapped. ‘We could leave at any time. There’s back routes. But the question is, then what? Where do we go? The whole land is out for Malazan blood.’
‘What is the last news you’ve heard?’ Kalam asked.
‘We ain’t heard any at all. Not since we quitted Ehrlitan. As far as we can see, Seven Cities ain’t part of the Malazan Empire any more, and there won’t be nobody coming to get us. If there was, they’d have come long since.’
The assassin regarded the two soldiers for a moment, then he sighed. ‘All right, we need to talk. But not here. Let me get the lass-we’ll go with you. On condition that your mage do me the favour I asked.’
‘Not an even enough bargain,’ the second soldier said. ‘Grab for us Irriz. We want a little sit-down with that fly-blown corporal.’
‘Corporal? Didn’t you know, he’s a captain now. You want him. Fine. Your mage destroys the water in those casks. I’ll send the lass your way-be kind to her. All of you head back up. I may be a while.’
‘We can live with that deal.’
Kalam nodded and made his way back to where he’d left Sinn.
She had not left her position, although instead of hiding she was dancing beneath one of the towers, spinning in the sand, arms floating, hands fluttering like capemoth wings.
The assassin hissed in warning as he drew near. She halted, saw him, and scurried over. ‘You took too long! I thought you were dead!’
And so you danced ? ‘No, but those three guards are. I’ve made contact with the soldiers from the fortress. They’ve invited us inside-conditions seem amenable up there. I’ve agreed.’
‘But what about the attack tomorrow?’
‘It will fail. Listen, Sinn, they can leave at any time, unseen-we can be on our way into Raraku as soon as we can convince Kindly. Now, follow me-and quietly.’
They returned to where the three Malazan imperials waited.
Kalam scowled at the squad mage, but he grinned in return. ‘It’s done. Easy when you’re not around.’
‘Very well. This is Sinn-she’s a mage as well. Go on, all of you.’
‘Lady’s luck to you,’ one of the soldiers said to Kalam.
Without replying, the assassin turned about and slipped back into the camp. He returned to his own tent, entered and crouched down beside his kit bag. Rummaging inside it, he drew out the pouch of diamonds and selected one at random.
A moment’s careful study, holding it close in the gloom. Murky shadows swam within the cut stone. Beware of shadows bearing gifts . He reached outside and dragged in one of the flat stones used to hold down the tent walls, and set the diamond onto its dusty surface.
The bone whistle Cotillion had given him was looped on a thong around his neck. He pulled it clear and set it to his lips. ‘ Blow hard and you’ll awaken all of them. Blow soft and directly at one in particular, and you’ll awaken that one alone .’ Kalam hoped the god knew what he was talking about. Better if these weren’t Shadowthrone’s toys … He leaned forward until the whistle was a mere hand’s width from the diamond.
Then softly blew through it.
There was no sound. Frowning, Kalam pulled the whistle from his lips and examined it. He was interrupted by a soft tinkling sound.
The diamond had crumbled to glittering dust.
From which a swirling shadow rose.
As I’d feared. Azalan . From a territory in the Shadow Realm bordering that of the Aptorians. Rarely seen, and never more than one at a time. Silent, seemingly incapable of language-how Shadowthrone commanded them was a mystery.
Swirling, filling the tent, dropping to all six limbs, the spiny ridge of its massive, hunched back scraping against the fabric to either side of the ridge-pole. Blue, all-too-human eyes blinked out at Kalam from beneath a black-skinned, flaring, swept-back brow. Wide mouth, lower lip strangely protruding as if in eternal pout, twin slits for a nose. A mane of thin bluish-black hair hung in strands, tips brushing the tent floor. There was no indication of its gender. A complicated harness crisscrossed its huge torso, studded with a variety of weapons, not one of which seemed of practical use.
The azalan possessed no feet as such-each appendage ended in a wide, flat, short-fingered hand. The homeland of these demons was a forest, and these creatures commonly lived in the tangled canopy high overhead, venturing down to the gloomy forest floor only when summoned.
Summoned… only to then be imprisoned in diamonds. If it was me, I’d be pretty annoyed by now.
The demon suddenly smiled.