Toll the Hounds
Duiker thought about that, and then nodded. ‘The world is like that, aye.’
‘Is it now? Why?’
‘I have no idea, Scillara.’
‘Is this all the wisdom you can offer?’
‘I even struggled with that one,’ he replied.
‘All right. Let’s try something else. I take it you see no point in history.’
He grunted. ‘If by that you mean that there is no progress, that even the notion of progress is a delusion, and that history is nothing more than a host of lessons nobody wants to pay attention to, then yes, there is no point. Not in writing it down, not in teaching it.’
‘Never mind, then. You choose.’
‘Choose what?’
‘Something to talk about.’
‘I don’t think I can-nothing comes to mind, Scillara. Well, I suppose I’d like to know about Heboric.’
‘He was losing his mind. We were trying to get to Otataral Island, where he wanted to give something back, something he once stole. But we never made it. Ambushed by T’lan Imass. They were going after him and the rest of us just got in the way. Me, Cutter, Greyfrog. Well, they also stole Felisin Younger-that seemed to be part of the plan, too.’
‘Felisin Younger.’
‘That’s the name Sha’ik gave her.’
‘Do you know why?’
She shook her head. ‘I liked her, though.’
‘Sha’ik?’
‘Felisin Younger. I was training her to be just like me, so it’s no wonder I liked her.’ And she gave him a wide smile.
Duiker answered with a faint one of his own-hard indeed to be miserable around this woman. Better if he avoided her company in the future. ‘Why the Phoenix Inn, Scillara?’
‘As I said earlier, I want to embarrass someone. Cutter, in fact. I had to listen to him for months and months, about how wonderful Darujhistan is, and how he would show me this and that. Then as soon as we arrive he ducks away, wanting nothing to do with us. Back to his old friends, I suppose.’
She was being offhand, but Duiker sensed the underlying hurt. Perhaps she and Cutter had been more than just companions. ‘Instead,’ he said, ‘you found us Malazans.’
‘Oh, we could have done much worse.’
‘Barathol had kin,’ said Duiker. ‘In the Bridgeburners. An assassin. Seeing your friend was like seeing a ghost. For Picker, Antsy… Blend. Bluepearl. The old marines.’
‘One of those familiar faces belonging to someone you don’t know.’He smiled again. ‘Yes,’ Oh, yes, Scillara, you art clever indeed, ‘And before you know it, some old marine healer is out doing whatever he can to help Barathol Mekhar. Only there’s this history-the stuff that doesn’t matter with our blacksmith friend. Having to do with Aren and the-’
‘Red Blades, aye.’
She shot him a look. ‘You knew?’
‘We all know. The poor bastard. Getting such a raw deal in his own homeland.
Things like that, well, we can sympathize with, because we have our histories.
The kind that can’t be ignored because they’ve put us right where we are, right here, a continent away from our home.’
‘Progress?’
‘That remains to be seen. And here we are Phoenix Inn.’ She stood studying the decrepit sign for a long moment. ‘That’s it? It’s a dump.’
‘If the story is accurate, Kalam Mekhar himself went in there once or twice. So did Sorry, who later took the name of Apsalar, and that was where young Crokus met her-who is now known as Cutter, right? Putting it all together isn’t easy. Mallet was there for most of that. In there,’ he added, ‘you might even find a man named Kruppe.’
She snorted. ‘Cutter talked about him. Some oily fence and ex-thief.’
‘Ambassador at large during the Pannion War. The man who stood down Caladan Brood. Single-handedly confounding most of the great leaders on the continent.’
Her eyes had widened slightly. ‘Really? All that? Cutter never mentioned any of that.’
‘He wouldn’t have known, Scillara. He went off with Fiddler, Kalam and Apsalar.’
‘That’s a tale I’m slowly putting together myself,’ she said. ‘Apsalar. The woman Cutter loves.’ Ah.
‘Let’s go, then.’
And they set out across the street.
‘The kid’s been snatched, is my guess,’ Murillio concluded, settling back in his chair. ‘I know, Kruppe, it’s one of those things that just happens. Tanners grab children, trader ships, fishing crews, pimps and temples, they all do given the chance. So I know, there may not be much hope-’