The Crippled God
‘Fist Kindly refused us.’
Another warrior growled and said, ‘He called us savages. And cowards.’
‘Cowards?’ Hedge’s scowl deepened. ‘You were in that charge?’
‘We were.’
‘And you would fight on? What’s cowardly about that?’
The eldest one said, ‘He sought to shame us back to our people – but we are destroyed. We kneel in Coltaine’s shadow, broken by failure.’
‘You’re saying all the others will just … fade away?’
The man shrugged.
Alchemist Bavedict spoke behind Hedge. ‘Commander, we took us a few losses. These warriors are veterans. And survivors.’
Hedge looked round again, studied the Letherii. ‘Aren’t we all,’ he said.
Bavedict nodded.
Sighing, Hedge faced the warriors once more. He nodded at the spokesman. ‘Your name?’
‘Berrach. These are my sons. Sleg, Gent, Pahvral and Rayez.’
Your sons. No wonder you didn’t feel welcome in Gall’s camp . ‘You’re now our outriders, scouts and, when needed, cavalry.’
‘Bridgeburners?’
Hedge nodded. ‘Bridgeburners.’
‘We’re not cowards,’ hissed the youngest, presumably Rayez, his expression suddenly fierce.
‘If you were,’ said Hedge, ‘I’d have sent you packing. Berrach, you’re now a Captain of our Mounted – have you spare horses?’
‘Not any more, Commander.’
‘Never mind, then. My sergeants here will see you billeted. Dismissed.’
In response the five warriors drew their sabres and fashioned a kind of salute Hedge had never seen before, blade edges set diagonally across each man’s exposed throat.
Bavedict grunted behind him.
And if I now said ‘ Cut ’ they’d do just that, wouldn’t they? Gods below . ‘Enough of that, soldiers,’ he said. ‘We don’t worship Coltaine in the Bridgeburners. He was just another Malazan commander. A good one, to be sure, and right now he’s standing in Dassem Ultor’s shadow. And they got plenty of company. And maybe one day soon Gall will be there, too.’
Berrach was frowning. ‘Do we not honour their memories, sir?’
Hedge bared his teeth in anything but a smile. ‘Honour whoever you want in your spare time, Captain, only you ain’t got any spare time any more, because you’re now a Bridgeburner, and us Bridgeburners honour only one thing.’
‘And that is, sir?’
‘Killing the enemy, Captain.’
Something awoke in the faces of the warriors. As one they sheathed their weapons. Berrach seemed to be struggling to speak, and finally managed to ask, ‘Commander Hedge, how do the Bridgeburners salute?’
‘We don’t. And as for anyone outside our company, it’s this.’
Eyes widened at Hedge’s obscene gesture, and then Berrach grinned.
When Hedge turned to wave his sergeants forward, he saw that they weren’t quite the bloated grey bags he’d seen only moments earlier. Dread had been stripped from their faces, and now their exhaustion was plain to see – but it had softened somehow. Sweetlard and Rumjugs looked almost beautiful again.
Bridgeburners get pounded all the time. We just get back up. No bluster, just back up, aye . ‘Alchemist,’ he said to Bavedict, ‘show me that new invention of yours.’
‘Finally,’ the Letherii replied. ‘Funny, isn’t it?’
‘What is?’
‘Oh, how a handful of Khundryl warriors started you all up.’
‘The sergeants were in shock—’
‘Commander, you looked even worse than they did.’
Oh, Hood take me, I doubt I can argue that . ‘So tell me, what’s the new cusser do?’
‘Well now, sir, you were telling me about the Drum—’
‘I what? When?’
‘You were drunk. Anyway, it got me to thinking …’
The two newcomers walked into the squads’ encampment, and faces lifted, eyes went flat. No one wanted any damned interruptions to all this private misery. Not now. Badan Gruk hesitated, and then pushed himself to his feet. ‘Eighteenth, isn’t it?’
The sergeant, a Genabackan, was eyeing the other soldiers. ‘Which one is what’s left of the Tenth?’
Badan Gruk felt himself go cold. He could feel the sudden, sharp attention of the others in the camp. He understood that regard. He wasn’t a hard man and they all knew it – so, would he back down now? If I had anything left, I would . ‘I don’t know where in the trenches you were, but we met that first charge. It’s a damned miracle any one of us is still alive. There’s two marines left from the Tenth, and I guess that’s why you’re here, since you, Sergeant, and your corporal, are obviously the only survivors from your squad. You lost all your soldiers.’