Deadhouse Gates

Coltaine spoke. 'There is no civil element. Ubaryd will prove a fatal trap should we retake it. Assailed from the land and the sea, we would never hold. Explain that to Nethpara, Captain, as your last task.'



'My last task, sir?'



The Fist said nothing.



'Last,' Bult rumbled. 'Means just that. You've been stripped of rank, drummed out.'



'Begging the Fist's pardon, but you cannot do that.'



Coltaine's head turned and Duiker wondered if the captain had finally got to the Fist.



Sulmar shrugged. 'My Imperial commission was granted by a High Fist, sir. Based on that, it is within my right to ask for adjudication. Fist Coltaine, it has always been the strength of the Malazan Army that a tenet of our discipline insists that we speak our mind. Regardless of your commands – which I will obey fully – I have the right to have my position duly recorded, as stated. If you wish, I can recite the relevant Articles to remind you of these rights, sir.'



There was silence, then Bult swung in his saddle to Duiker. 'Historian, did you understand any of that?'



'As well as you, Uncle.'



'Will his position be duly recorded?'



'Aye.'



'And presumably adjudication requires the presence of advocates, not to mention a High Fist.'



Duiker nodded.



'Where is the nearest High Fist?'



'Aren.'



Bult nodded thoughtfully. 'Then, to resolve this matter of the captain's commission, we must make all haste to Aren.' He faced Sulmar. 'Unless, of course, the views of the Council of Nobles are to take precedence over the issue of the fate of your career, Captain.'



'Retaking Ubaryd will allow relief from Admiral Nok's fleet,' Sulmar said. 'Through this avenue, a swift and safe journey to Aren can be effected.'



'Admiral Nok's fleet is in Aren,' Bult pointed out.



'Yes, sir. However, once news reaches them that we are in Ubaryd, the obvious course will be clear.'



'You mean they will hasten to relieve us?' Bult's frown was exaggerated. 'Now I am confused, Captain. The High Fist holds his army in Aren. More, he holds the entire Seven Cities fleet as well. Neither has moved in months. He has had countless opportunities to despatch either force to our aid. Tell me, Captain, in your family's hunting estates, have you ever seen a deer caught in lantern light? How it stands, frozen, unable to do anything. The High Fist Pormqual is that deer. Coltaine could deliver this train to a place three miles up the coast from Aren and Pormqual would not set forth to deliver us. Do you truly believe that an even greater plight, such as you envisage for us in Ubaryd, will shame the High Fist into action?'



'I was speaking more of Admiral Nok—'



'Who is dead, sick or in a dungeon, Captain. Else he would have sailed long ere now. One man rules Aren, and one man alone. Will you place your life in his hands, Captain?'



Sulmar's expression had soured. 'It seems I have in either case, Commander.' He drew on his riding gloves. 'And it also seems that I am no longer permitted to venture my views—'



'You are,' Coltaine said. 'But you are also a soldier of the Seventh.'



The captain's head bobbed. 'I apologize, Fist, for my presumption. These are strained times indeed.'



'I wasn't aware of that,' Bult said, grinning.



Sulmar swung to Duiker suddenly. 'Historian, what are your views on all this?'



As an objective observer . . . 'My views on what, Captain?'



The man's mouth twitched into a smile. 'Ubaryd, or the River Vathar and the forest and wastes southward? As a civilian who knows well the plight of the refugees, do you truly believe they will survive such a fraught journey?'



The historian said nothing for a long minute, then he cleared his throat and shrugged. 'As ever, the greater of the threats has been the renegade army. The victory at Gelor Ridge has purchased for us time to lick our wounds—'



'Hardly,' Sulmar interjected. 'If anything, we have been pushed even harder since then.'



'Aye, we have, and for good reason. It is Korbolo Dom who now pursues us. The man was a Fist in his own right, and is a very able commander and tactician. Kamist Reloe is a mage, not a leader of soldiers – he wasted his army, thinking to rely upon numbers and numbers alone. Korbolo will not be so foolish. If our enemy arrives at the River Vathar before we do, we are finished—'



'Precisely why we should surprise him and recapture Ubaryd instead!'



'A short-lived triumph,' Duiker replied. 'We'd be left with two days at the most to prepare the city's defences before Korbolo's arrival. As you said, I am a civilian, not a tactician. Yet even I can see that retaking Ubaryd would prove suicidal, Captain.'