‘Two Eleint,’ said Olar Ethil.
‘Yes! Sisters-’
‘Or lovers,’ said Telorast, still lying as if dead.
‘Or that, yes. We don’t remember. Too long ago, too many centuries in chains-the madness! Such madness! But then a stranger found us.’
‘Who?’ barked Olar Ethil.
‘Dessimbelackis,’ said Curdle. ‘He held Chaos in his hands. He told us its secret-what he had made of it. He was desperate. His people-humans-were making a mess of things. They stood as if separate from all the animals of the world. They imagined they were the rulers of nature. And cruel their tyranny, so cruel. Slaughtering the animals, making the lands barren deserts, the skies empty but for vultures.’
‘Soletaken,’ said Olar Ethil. ‘D’ivers. He created a ritual out of chaos-to bind humans to the beasts, to force upon them their animal natures. He sought to teach them a lesson. About themselves.’
‘Yes, Elder. Yes to all of that. He brought the ritual to his people-oh, it was an old ritual, much older than Dessimbelackis, much older than this world. He forced it upon his subjects.’
‘This tale I know well,’ said Olar Ethil. ‘I was there, when we gave answer to that. The swords of the T’lan Imass dripped for days. But, there were no dragons, not there, not then.’
‘You’d begun the slaughter,’ said Curdle. ‘He’d fled even before then, taking his D’ivers form-’
‘The Deragoth.’
‘Yes. He knew you were hunting him. He needed allies. But we were chained, and he could not break those chains. So he offered to take our souls-and he brought us a corpse. A woman. Tiste Andii.’
‘Where did he come by it?’ Olar Ethil asked. ‘Who was she?’
‘He never told us. But when he bound our souls to her, we stood-unchained. We thought we were free. We vowed to serve him.’
‘But you did not, did you?’
Curdle hesitated.
‘You betrayed him.’
‘No! It wasn’t like that! Each time we sought to semble into our true selves, the chains returned! Each time, we found ourselves back within Emurlahn! We were useless to him, don’t you see?’
‘Yet,’ said Olar Ethil, ‘now, you can find your true selves-’
‘Not for long. Never for long,’ said Curdle. ‘If we hold to our Eleint selves, the chains find us. They steal us back. These bones you see here-we can do this much. We can take a body, one or two, and exist within them. But that is all. If we could reach the throne, we could break our bindings! We could escape our prison!’
‘You will never win that throne,’ said Olar Ethil. ‘And, as you are, well, that is useless to me.’
‘Great Elder! You could break those chains!’
‘I could,’ she replied. ‘But I have no reason to. After all, why risk the enmity of Edgewalker? Or Kilmandaros? No, they chained you two for a reason. Had you not sought the throne, you would have lived free.’
‘Eternal punishment-who deserves that?’ Curdle demanded.
Olar Ethil laughed. ‘I have walked with the T’lan Imass. Do not speak to me of eternal punishment.’
Torrent was startled by that. He faced her, his mouth twisting. ‘You did that to them, bonecaster. And now you call it a punishment? Those Imass. What had they done to you, to punish them for all eternity?’
She turned her back on him.
He stared. ‘Spirits of the earth! It was punishment! Olar Ethil-that Ritual- you were cursing them! Look at you-’
She spun round. ‘Yes! Look at me! Do I not choose to wear that curse? My own body, my own flesh! What more can I do-’
‘But wear your remorse?’ He studied her in horror. ‘You miserable, pathetic thing. What was it? Some offhand insult? A jilted love? Did your man sleep with some other woman? Why did you curse them for all eternity, Olar Ethil? Why?’
‘You don’t understand-’
Telorast chose this moment to thrash loose from her grip, landing lightly on the ground then darting a half-dozen paces away, where Curdle scrambled to join her. Olar Ethil stared at the two creatures for a moment-or so it seemed.
‘Why don’t you let it go?’ Torrent asked. ‘Bonecaster. Let them all go.’
‘No! I have no choice in this-none! You mortals are such fools-you just don’t see it, you don’t see anything!’
‘What am I supposed to see?’ Torrent shouted back.
‘ I am trying to save your pathetic lives! All of you! ’