The Bonehunters

The Empress nodded. 'I see no reason not to grant your request, Commander. Does the Adjunct wish to make comment?'



'No.'



'Very well. Commander Tene Baralta, the Red Blades can be quartered here in Mock's Hold for the time being. You may leave.'



The man bowed again, then, turning about, he marched from the chamber.



His captain followed.



The doors closed once more behind them.



Laseen fixed her attention on the Adjunct. 'Welcome home, Tavore,' she said.



'Thank you, Empress.'



'The transports in the harbour display the flag of plague – you and I both know that no plague is present among the soldiers of your army.'



She tilted her head. 'What am I to make of this attempt at deception?'



'Empress, Fist Keneb has evidently concluded that, regardless of Captain Rynag's views, Malaz City is in a state of civil unrest, sufficient to make Keneb fear for the well-being of the Fourteenth, should the army disembark. After all, I have with me Wickans – whose loyalty to the Empire, I might add, is beyond reproach. In addition, we have a substantial force of Khundryl Burned Tears, who have also served with distinction. To land such troops could invite a bloodbath.'



'A bloodbath, Adjunct?' Laseen's brows rose. 'Captain Rynag was given specific orders to ensure that the soldiers of the Fourteenth disarm prior to disembarking.'



'Thus leaving them at the mercy of an enflamed mob, Empress.'



Laseen waved dismissively.



'Empress,' the Adjunct continued, 'I believe there is now the misapprehension, here in the heart of the empire, that the events commonly known as the Chain of Dogs – and those that followed at Aren – are somehow suspect.' She paused, then resumed, 'I see that Korbolo Dom, who commanded the renegade Dogslayers, and who was captured and arrested in Raraku, is once more a free man, and, indeed, a High Fist.



Furthermore, the Jhistal priest and likely instigator in the slaughter of the Aren Army, Mallick Rel, now sits as your adviser in these proceedings. Needless to say, I am confused by this. Unless, of course, the Seven Cities Rebellion has succeeded beyond its wildest dreams, regardless of my own successes in Seven Cities.'



'My dear Tavore,' Laseen said, 'I admit to some embarrassment on your behalf. You appear to hold to the childish notion that some truths are intransigent and undeniable. Alas, the adult world is never so simple.



All truths are malleable. Subject, by necessity, to revision. Have you not yet observed, Tavore, that in the minds of the people in this empire, truth is without relevance? It has lost its power. It no longer effects change and indeed, the very will of the people – born of fear and ignorance, granted – the very will, as I said, can in turn revise those truths, can transform, if you like, the lies of convenience into faith, and that faith in turn is not open to challenge.'



'In challenging,' the Adjunct said after a moment, 'one commits treason.'



The Empress smiled. 'I see you grow older with every heartbeat, Tavore. Perhaps we might mourn the loss of innocence, but not for long, I'm afraid. The Malazan Empire is at its most precarious moment, and all is uncertain, hovering on the cusp. We have lost Dujek Onearm to plague – and his army appears to have vanished entirely, likely also victims of that plague. Events have taken a turn for the worse in Korel. The decimation of Seven Cities has struck us a near-mortal blow with respect to our economy and, specifically, the harvests. We may find ourselves facing starvation before the subcontinent can recover.



It becomes imperative, Tavore, to force a new shape upon our empire.'



'And what, Empress, does this new shape entail?'



Mallick Rel spoke: 'Victims, alas. Spilled blood, to slacken the thirst, the need. Unfortunate, but no other path presents. All are saddened here.'



Tavore slowly blinked. 'You wish me to hand over the Wickans.'



'And,' Mallick Rel said, 'the Khundryl.'



Korbolo Dom suddenly leaned forward. 'One other matter, Tavore Paran.



Who in Hood's name are on those catamarans?'



'Soldiers of a people known as the Perish.'



'Why are they here?' the Napan demanded, baring his teeth.



'They have pledged allegiance, High Fist.'



'To the Malazan Empire?'



The Adjunct hesitated, then fixed her gaze once more upon Laseen. '



Empress, I must speak with you. In private. There are matters that belong exclusively to the Empress and her Adjunct.'



Mallick Rel hissed, then said, 'Matters unleashed by an otataral sword, you mean! It is as I feared, Empress! She serves another, now, and would draw cold iron across the throat of the Malazan Empire!'