The Bonehunters

'The map calls this the Olphara Mountains. Many lakes are marked, and I believe the small one before us is joined to others, further north, by a river.'



'These are not mountains.'



'They once were, millennia past. They have been worn down. We are on a much higher elevation than we were just south of here.'



'Nothing can gnaw mountains down to mere stubs, witch.'



'Nonetheless. We should see if we can repair these canoes – it would be much easier-'



'I shall not abandon Havok.'



'Then we will never catch up with our quarry, Karsa Orlong.'



'They are not fleeing. They are exploring. Searching.'



'For what?'



The Toblakai did not answer.



Samar Dev wiped dirt from her hands, then walked over to the hearth. '



I think this hunt we are on is a mistake. The Anibar should simply flee, leave this broken land, at least until the intruders have left.'



'You are a strange woman,' Karsa pronounced. 'You wished to explore this land, yet find yourself made helpless by it.'



She started. 'Why do you say that?'



'Here, one must be as an animal. Passing through, quiet, for this is a place that yields little and speaks in silence. Thrice in our journey we have been tracked by a bear, silent as a ghost on this bedrock.



Crossing and re-crossing our trail. You would think such a large beast would be easy to see, but it is not. There are omens here, Samar Dev, more than I have ever seen before in any place, even my homeland.



Hawks circle overhead. Owls watch us pass from hollows in dead trees.



Tell me, witch, what is happening to the moon?'



She stared into the fire. 'I don't know. It seems to be breaking up.



Crumbling. There is no record of anything like that happening before, neither the way it has grown larger, nor the strange corona surrounding it.' She shook her head. 'If it is an omen, it is one all the world can see.'



'The desert folk believe gods dwell there. Perhaps they wage war among themselves.'



'Superstitious nonsense,' she said. 'The moon is this world's child, the last child, for there were others, once. She hesitated. 'It may be that two have collided, but it is difficult to be sure – the others were never very visible, even in the best of times. Dark, smudged, distant, always in the shadow cast by this world, or that of the largest moon – the one we see most clearly. Of late, there has been much dust in the air.'



'There are more fireswords in the sky,' Karsa said. 'Just before dawn, you may see ten in the span of three breaths, each slashing down through the dark. Every night.'



'We may learn more when we reach the coast, for the tides will have changed.'



'Changed, how?'



'The moon's own breath,' she replied. 'We can measure that breath… in the ebb and flood of the tides. Such are the laws of existence.'



The Toblakai snorted. 'Laws are broken. Existence holds to no laws.



Existence is what persists, and to persist is to struggle. In the end, the struggle fails.' He was removing strips of smoked bhederin meat from his pack. 'That is the only law worthy of the name.'



She studied him. 'Is that what the Teblor believe?'



He bared his teeth. 'One day I will return to my people. And I will shatter all that they believe. And I will say to my father, "Forgive me. You were right to disbelieve. You were right to despise the laws that chained us." And to my grandfather, I shall say nothing at all.'



'Have you a wife in your tribe?'



'I have victims, no wives.'



A brutal admission, she reflected. 'Do you intend reparation, Karsa Orlong?'



'That would be seen as weakness.'



'Then the chains still bind you.'



'There was a Nathii settlement, beside a lake, where the Nathii had made slaves of my people. Each night, after hauling nets on the lake, those slaves were all shackled to a single chain. Not a single Teblor so bound could break that chain. Together, their strengths and wills combined, no chain could have held them.'



'So, for all your claims of returning to your people and shattering all that they believe, you will, in truth, need their help to manage such a thing. It sounds as if it is not just your father from whom you require forgiveness, Karsa Orlong.'



'I shall take what I require, witch.'



'Were you one of those slaves in the Nathii fishing village?'



'For a time.'



'And, to escape – and clearly you did escape – you ended up needing the help of your fellow Teblor.' She nodded. 'I can see how that might gnaw on your soul.'