Toll the Hounds

‘Yes and yes. I was among the first on the wagon. Among the first. Murdered by Draconus, because I sought to wrest Dragnipur from him-oh, Anomandaris Purake was not the first to try. I was. I was. I was. And if I had won the sword, why, my first victim would have been Anomandaris himself. Is that not a bitter joke, friend? It is, it is.’



‘But this’-Ditch gestured with his one hand-’it has to be a recent effort-’



‘No, only the last layer, the last layer, the last layer.’



‘What-what do you use for ink?’



‘Clever question! From the wagon bloodwood, blackwood, the pitch and the pitch ever leaking out, ever sweating from the grain.’



‘Could I hover high up, as you say,’ asked Ditch, ‘what scene would I see?’



‘Wanderings, Holds, Houses, every god, every goddess, every spirit worth men-tioning. Demon kings and demon queens. Dragons and Elders-oh, all there, all there. All there. Is this where you mean to stay, friend? Is this where you mean to stay?’



Ditch thought of this creature hunkered up against him, that bone needle pricking his skin. ‘No. I plan on crawling round, as much as I can, never stopping. Leave me out of your scene.’



‘You cannot do that! You will ruin everything!’



‘Imagine me invisible, then. Imagine I don’t even exist-I will stay out of your way.’



The sightless eyes were glistening and the Tiste Andii was shaking his head again and again.



‘You will not have me,’ Ditch said. ‘Besides, it will all be ending soon.’



‘Soon? How soon? How soon? How soon? How soon?’



‘The storm looks to be no more than a league behind us.’



‘If you will not join the scene,’ the Tiste Andii said, ‘I will push you off.’



‘Draconus might not like that.’



‘He will understand. He understands more than you, more than you, more and more and more than you!’



‘Just let me rest,’ said Ditch, ‘for a while. I will then climb back down. I don’t want to be up here when the end comes. I want to be standing. Facing the storm.’



‘Do you really imagine the ritual will awaken all at once? Do you do you do you? The flower opens soon, but the night is long, and it will take that long, that long. For the flower to open. Open in the moment before dawn. Open in the mo-ment. Draconus chose you-a mage-for the nexus. I need the nexus. You are the nexus. Lie there, be quiet, don’t move.’



‘No.’



‘1 cannot wait long, friend . Crawl about now if you like, but 1 cannot wait too long. A league away!’



‘What is your name?’ Ditch asked.



‘What matter any of that?’



‘For when I next speak to Draconus.’



‘He knows me.’



‘I don’t.’



‘I am Kadaspala, brother to Enesdia who was wife to Andarist.’



Andarist. That’s one name I recognize. ‘You wanted to murder the brother of your sister’s husband?’



‘I did. For what he did to them, what he did to them. For what he did to them!’



Ditch stared at the anguish in the man’s ravaged face. ‘Who blinded you, Kadaspala?’



‘It was a gift. A mercy. I did not comprehend the truth of that, not the real truth of it, the real truth. No. Besides, I thought my inner sight would be enough-to challenge Draconus. To steal Dragnipur. I was wrong, wrong. I was wrong. The truth is a gift, a mercy.’



‘Who blinded you?’



The Tiste Andii flinched, then seemed to curl into himself. Tears glistened in the pits of his sockets. ‘I blinded myself,’ Kadaspala whispered. ‘When I saw what he’d done. What he’d done. To his brother. To my sister. To my sister.’



Suddenly, Ditch did not want to ask any more questions of this man. He pushed himself from between the two bodies. ‘I am going to… explore.’



‘Come back, mage. Nexus. Come back. Come back.’



We’ll see.



With all this time to reflect on things, Apsal’ara concluded that her biggest mis-take was not in finding her way into Moon’s Spawn. Nor in discovering the vaults and the heaps of magicked stones, ensorcelled weapons, armour, the blood-dipped idols and reliquaries from ten thousand extinct cults. No, her greatest error in judgement had been in trying to stab Anomander Rake in the back.



He’d been amused at finding her. He’d not spoken of executing her, or even chaining in her some deep crypt for all eternity. He’d simply asked her how she had managed to break in. Curiosity, more than a little wonder, perhaps even some admiration. And then she went and tried to kill him.-