‘Quick Ben-’
‘Of course I’m babbling! Listen! There are T’lan Imass out there!’ His wild gaze fixed with sudden intensity on Aranict. ‘The dust will dance! Who commands them? What do they want? Do you know what I want to do with that dirt? I want to throw it away. Who wants to know? Not me!’
‘The T’lan Imass,’ said Bottle, ‘knelt to the Emperor. He took the First Throne and never relinquished it.’
‘Exactly!’
‘We’re being set up. We need to speak with Tavore. Now.’
But the High Mage was shaking his head. ‘It’s no use. She’s made up her mind.’
‘About what?’ Bottle demanded, his voice rising.
‘She thinks she can cheat them. Did you know she was the pre-eminent scholar of the lives of Kellanved, Dancer and Dassem? You didn’t, did you? Before she was made Adjunct. Even before she inherited command of House Paran. A student of war-imperial war. The Conquests-not just tactics on the field, but the motivations of the Emperor and his mad cohorts. The lives of them all. Crust, Toc the Elder, Urko, Ameron, Admiral Nok, Surly, even Tayschrenn-why do you think she keeps Banaschar around? That drunk fool is her potential emissary should Tayschrenn finally decide to do something.’
But Bottle was clearly stuck at Quick Ben’s first revelation. ‘Cheat them? Cheat the Lords of Shadow? Cheat them of what?’
Quick Ben’s bared teeth glimmered like gold in the flickering candlelight. ‘I dare not say.’
‘You don’t trust us to keep our mouths shut?’
‘No. Why would I?’ He pointed a long finger at Bottle. ‘You’d be the first one running for the hills.’
‘If it’s that bad, why are you still here?’
‘Because Draconus changes everything, and I’m the only one who can stand against him.’
Bottle gaped, and then a thin word creaked out: ‘ You? ’
‘But don’t think for a moment that I’m doing it for Shadowthrone and Cotillion. And don’t think I’m even doing this for the Adjunct. All that time inside Dragnipur-it’s changed him. He was never so subtle before-imagine, a gentle invitation to converse-does he think we’re idiots? But wait’-and he waved his hands-‘it’d only be subtle if it wasn’t so obvious! Why didn’t we think of that?’
‘Because it makes no sense, you damned fool!’
But the High Mage did not react to Bottle’s outburst. ‘No, he really wants to talk! Now that’s subtle for you! Well, we can match that, can’t we? Talk? Not a chance! No, and let’s see what he makes of it, let’s just see!’
Aranict ran both hands through the thick hair on her scalp, and then rummaged in her belt-bag for a smoker. She crouched and snatched up one of Quick Ben’s candles. As she was lighting up she happened to glance across at the High Mage and saw him staring, his expression frozen.
Bottle grunted a laugh. ‘She ain’t so shy any more, is she? Good. Now we’ll find out the real Atri-Ceda. Just like Brys wanted.’
Behind a veil of swirling smoke, Aranict’s gaze narrowed on Quick Ben. She slowly returned the candle to its pool of melted wax on the hide floor. Brys? Is that what all this is about?
The High Mage shot Bottle a disdainful look. ‘It’s ignorance, not bravado.’
‘Bravado usually is ignorance,’ Bottle snapped back.
‘I’ll grant you that,’ Quick Ben conceded. ‘And you’re right,’ he added, sighing, ‘we could do with a little more of the unflappable around here.’
Aranict snorted. ‘Unflappable? You’re not describing me.’
‘Maybe not,’ the High Mage replied, ‘but you manage a convincing pose. That candle you took from the circle of protection-you opened a pathway to Draconus. He sensed it immediately. And yet-’
‘He didn’t use it,’ Bottle said.
‘He didn’t use it.’
‘Subtle.’
‘Ha ha, Bottle, but you’re more right than you know. The point is, she made us address that so fiercely burning question, didn’t she?’
‘Unknowingly.’
Quick Ben glanced up at her, curious, thoughtful.
Aranict shrugged. ‘I needed the flame.’
The reply seemed to please them both, in rather different ways. She decided to leave it at that. What point was there in explaining that she’d no idea what they’d been talking about. All those names Quick Ben mentioned-even Draconus-they meant nothing to her. Well, almost nothing. Draconus. He is the one who arrived in darkness, who made a gate that stole half the sky, who holds in his hand a weapon of darkness and cold, of blackest ice.