Midnight Tides

Now.



Surging forward, filling the cave, then into the narrow, twisting tunnel.



To the heart. The wondrous, blessed heart of power.



Joy and hunger burning like twin fires within it. Close, so close now.



Squirming down, the path narrowing, squeezing with the vast pressure of overlying stone and earth. A little further.



Reaching out, the space suddenly opening, blissfully wide and high, spreading out to all sides, the water welcoming in its warmth.



A storm of long-still silts sweeping up, blinding, shadows of dead things cavorting before its countless eyes.



The heart, the enormous cavern beneath the lake, the city’s very soul – the power-



And Brys heard Kuru Qan speak.



‘Now, friend Bugg.’



Thirty paces from the overgrown yard of the Azath tower, Bugg skidded to a halt. He cocked his head, then smiled.



Ahead, Iron Bars slowed, then turned round. ‘What?’



‘Find the girl,’ the manservant said. ‘I’ll join you when I can.’



‘In a moment, Avowed. I must do something first.’



The Crimson Guardsman hesitated, then nodded and swung back.



Bugg closed his eyes. Jaghut witch, hear me. Recall my favour at the quarry? The time has come for… reciprocity .



She replied in his mind, distant, yet swiftly closing. ‘ I hear you, little man. I know what you seek. Ah, you are a clever one indeed …’



Oh, I cannot take all the credit, this time.



The demon expanded to fill the cavern. The heart was all about, the power seeping in to enliven its flesh. The chains of binding melted away.



Now, it need only reach out and grasp hold.



The strength of a thousand gods awaited it.



Reaching.



Countless grasping, clutching hands.



Finding… nothing .



Then, a mortal’s voice-



From the Ceda, two more words, uttered low and clear, ‘ Got you .’



A lie! Illusion! Deceit! The demon raged, spun in a conflagration of brown silt, seeking the way out – only to find the tunnel mouth sealed. A smooth surface, fiercely cold, the cold burning – the demon recoiled.



Then, the lake overhead. Upward – fast, faster-



Ursto Hoobutt and his sometime lover, Pinosel, were both drunk as they awaited the fall of Letheras. They had been singing, celebrating the end of their debts, sprawled on the mouldy walkway surrounding Settle Lake amidst nervous rats and head-jutting pigeons.



When the wine ran out, they began bickering.



It had begun innocently enough, as Pinosel loosed a loud sigh and said, ‘And now you can marry me.’



It was a moment before her words registered, upon which, bleary-eyed, he looked over in disbelief. ‘Marry you? Wha’s wrong wi’ ’ow it is now, Cherrytart?’



‘What’s wrong? It’s respectable I want, you fat, flea-bit oaf. I earned it. Respectable. You marry me, Ursto Hoobutt, now that the Edurians done conquered us. Marry me!’



‘All right, I will.’



‘When?’ she demanded, sensing the out he was angling towards.



‘When… when…’ Hah! He had his answer-



And, at that instant, the fetid green water of Settle Lake, sprawled out before them like a turgid plain of seaweed fertilizer, paled into murky white. And clouds began rising from its now frozen surface.



An icy breeze swept over Ursto Hoobutt and Pinosel.



There was a sudden deep thump from somewhere beneath the frozen lake’s ice, although not a single crack showed.



Ursto Hoobutt stared, disbelieving. Opened his mouth, then closed it.



Then his shoulders sagged. ‘Today, love. I’ll marry ya today…’



CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE



When the gods of dust were young They swam in blood.



Whiteforth’s Dream on the Day of the Seventh Closure Fever Witch

SHURQ ELALLE WALKED DOWN THE TUNNEL TO THE CRYPT DOOR. HER thoughts were on Gerun Eberict; her concern was for Tehol Beddict. The Finadd was of the most vicious sort, after all, and Tehol seemed so… helpless. Oh, fit enough, probably quite capable of running fast and far should the need arise. But it was clear that Tehol had no intention of running anywhere. The silent bodyguards Brys had assigned to him were some comfort, although, the way Gerun worked, they might prove little more than a minor inconvenience.



If that was not troubling enough, there was the ominous silence from Kettle at the dead Azath tower. Was that a result of the child’s returning to life, thus severing the link that bound the dead? Or had something terrible happened?



She reached the portal and pushed it open.



Light flared from a lantern, and she saw Ublala seated on the sarcophagus, the lantern on his lap as he adjusted the flame.