'After murdering the royal line of the Edur!' Eloth said in a hiss. '
After spilling draconean blood in the heart of Kurald Emurlahn! After opening the first, fatal wound upon that warren! What did he think gates were?'
'The Tiste Andii for Anomandaris,' Cotillion continued. 'Tiste Liosan for Osserc. The T'lan Imass for Olar Ethil. These connections and the loyalties born of them are obvious. Draconus is more of a mystery, of course, since he has been gone a long time-'
'The most reviled of them all!' Eloth shrieked, the voice filling Cotillion's skull so that he winced.
Stepping back, he raised a hand. 'Spare me, please. I am not really interested in all that, to be honest. Apart from discovering if there was enmity between Eleint and Soletaken. It seems there is, with the possible exception of Silanah-'
'Seduced by Anomandaris's charms,' snapped Eloth. 'And Olar Ethil's endless pleadings…'
'To bring fire to the world of the Imass,' Cotillion said. 'For that is her aspect, is it not? Thyr?'
Ampelas observed, 'He is not so uncomprehending as you believed, Kalse.'
'Then again,' Cotillion continued, 'you too claim Thyr, Eloth. Ah, that was clever of K'rul, forcing you to share power.'
'Unlike Tiam,' Ampelas said, 'when we're killed we stay dead.'
'Which brings me to what I truly need to understand. The Elder Gods.
They are not simply of one world, are they?'
'Of course not.'
'And how long have they been around?'
'Even when Darkness ruled alone,' Ampelas replied, 'there were elemental forces. Moving unseen until the coming of Light. Bound only to their own laws. It is the nature of Darkness that it but rules itself.'
'And is the Crippled God an Elder?'
Silence.
Cotillion found he was holding his breath. He had taken a twisted path to this question, and had made discoveries along the way – so much to think about, in fact, that his mind was numb, besieged by all that he had learned. 'I need to know,' he said in a slow release of his breath.
'Why?' Edgewalker asked.
'If he is,' Cotillion said, 'then another question follows. How does one kill an elemental force?'
'You would shatter the balance?'
'It's already been shattered, Edgewalker! That god was brought down to the surface of a world. And chained. His power torn apart and secreted in minuscule, virtually lifeless warrens, but all of them linked to the world I came from-'
'Too bad for that world,' Ampelas said.
The smug disregard in that reply stung Cotillion. He breathed deep and remained silent, until the anger passed, then he faced the dragons again. 'And from that world, Ampelas, he is poisoning the warrens.
Every warren. Are you capable of fighting that?'
'Were we freed-'
'Were you freed,' Cotillion said, with a hard smile, 'you would resume your original purpose, and there would be more draconean blood spilled in the Realm of Shadow.'
'And you and your fellow usurper believe you are capable of that?'
'You as much as admitted it,' Cotillion said. 'You can be killed, and when you have been killed, you stay dead. It is no wonder Anomandaris chained the three of you. In obstinate stupidity you have no equals-'
'A sundered realm is the weakest realm of all! Why do you think the Crippled God is working through it?'
'Thank you,' said Cotillion to Ampelas in a quiet tone. 'That is what I needed to know.' He turned away and began walking back down the approach.
'Wait!'
'We will speak again, Ampelas,' he said over a shoulder, 'before it all goes to the Abyss.'
Edgewalker followed.
As soon as they were clear of the ring of stones, the creature spoke: 'I must chide myself. I have underestimated you, Cotillion.'
'It's a common enough mistake.'
'What will you do now?'
'Why should I tell you?'
Edgewalker did not immediately reply. They continued down the slope, strode out onto the plain. 'You should tell me,' the apparition finally said, 'because I might be inclined to give you assistance.'
'That would mean more to me if I knew who – what – you are.'
'You may consider me… an elemental force.'
A dull chill seeped through Cotillion. 'I see. All right, Edgewalker.
It appears that the Crippled God has launched an offensive on multiple fronts. The First Throne of the T'lan Imass and the Throne of Shadow are the ones that concern us the most, for obvious reasons. In these two, we feel we are fighting alone – we cannot even rely upon the Hounds, given the mastery the Tiste Edur seem to hold over them. We need allies, Edgewalker, and we need them now.'