'Old fishers' tales.'
'No, all too real,' Cuttle said. 'I seen them myself, plying those waters. Their horses are the waves. They wield lances of ice. We slit the throats of six goats to paint the water in appeasement.'
'And it worked?' Bottle asked, surprised.
'No, but tossing the cabin boy over the side did.'
'Anyway,' Koryk said after a moment of silence, 'only chosen warriors are given the task of standing the Wall. Fighting those eerie hordes.
It's an endless war, or at least it was…'
'It's over?'
The Seti shrugged.
'So,' Smiles said, 'what's she doing here? Bottle's right, it doesn't make sense.'
'You could ask her,' Koryk replied, 'assuming you survive this day's march.'
'This isn't so bad,' she sniffed.
'We've gone a hundred paces, soldier,' Strings called back. 'So best save your breath.'
Bottle hesitated, then said to Smiles. 'Here, give me that – that captain ain't nowhere about, is she?'
'I never noticed nothing,' Strings said without turning round.
'I can do this-'
'We'll spell each other.'
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously, then she shrugged. 'If you like.'
He took the second pack from her.
'Thanks, Bottle. At least someone in this squad's nice to me.'
Koryk laughed. 'He just doesn't want a knife in his leg.'
'We got to stick together,' Bottle said, 'now that we got ourselves a tyrant officer over us.'
'Smart lad,' Strings said.
'Still,' Smiles said, 'thanks, Bottle.'
He smiled sweetly at her.
'They've stopped moving,' Kalam muttered. 'Now why would that be?'
'No idea,' Quick Ben said at his side.
They were lying flat on the summit of a low ridge. Eleven Moon's Spawns hovered in an even row above another rise of hills two thousand paces distant. 'So,' the assassin asked, 'what passes for night in this warren?'
'It's on its way, and it isn't much.'
Kalam twisted round and studied the squad of soldiers sprawled in the dust of the slope behind them. 'And your plan, Quick?'
'We make use of it, of course. Sneak up under one-'
'Sneak up? There's no cover, there's nothing to even throw shadows!'
'That's what makes it so brilliant, Kalam.'
The assassin reached out and cuffed Quick Ben.
'Ow. All right, so the plan stinks. You got a better one?'
'First off, we send this squad behind us back to the Fourteenth. Two people sneaking up is a lot better than eight. Besides, I've no doubt they can fight but that won't be much use with a thousand K'Chain Che'
Malle charging down on us. Another thing – they're so cheery it's a struggle to keep from dancing.'
At that, Sergeant Gesler threw him a kiss.
Kalam rolled back round and glared at the stationary fortresses.
Quick Ben sighed. Scratched his smooth-shaven jaw. 'The Adjunct's orders…'
'Forget that. This is a tactical decision, it's in our purview.'
Gesler called up from below, 'She don't like us around either, Kalam.'
'Oh? And why's that?'
'She keeps cracking up in our company. I don't know. We was on the Silanda, you know. We went through walls of fire on that ship.'
'We've all led hard lives, Gesler…'
'Our purview?' Quick Ben asked. 'I like that. You can try it on her, later.'
'Let's send them back.'
'Gesler?'
'Fine with us. I wouldn't follow you two into a latrine, begging your sirs' pardon.'
Stormy added, 'Just hurry up about it, wizard. I'm getting grey waiting.'
'That would be the dust, Corporal.'
'So you say.'
Kalam considered, then said, 'We could take the hairy Falari with us, maybe. Care to come along, Corporal? As rearguard?'
'Rearguard? Hey, Gesler, you were right. They are going into a latrine. All right, assuming my sergeant here won't miss me too much.'
'Miss you?' Gesler sneered. 'Now at least I'll get women to talk to me.'
'It's the beard puts them off,' Stormy said, 'but I ain't changing for nobody.'
'It's not the beard, it's what lives in the beard.'
'Hood take us,' Kalam breathed, 'send them away, Quick Ben, please.'