Toll the Hounds

Yes, Malaz City sounded sweet now, as he walked this wretched camp’s main street, the squalling of gulls loud in his ears.



Gradithan, you’ve lost it.



There won’t be any vengeance on the Tiste Andii. Not for me, not for you. It was a stupid idea and now it’s gone too far.



History wasn’t worth reliving. He understood that now. But people never learned that-they never fucking learned that, did they? Round and round.



A fallen pilgrim stumbled out from between two hovels, brown-smeared chin and murky eyes swimming in some dubious rapture painting its lie behind them. He wanted to kick the brainless idiot between the legs. He wanted to stomp on the fool’s skull and see the shit-coloured sludge spill out. He wanted every child to watch him do it, too, so they’d realize, so they’d run for their lives.



Not that he cared.



‘High Priestess.’



She looked up, then rose from behind her desk, came round with a gathering of her robes, and then bowed. ‘Son of Darkness, welcome. Did we have anything arranged?’



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His smile was wry. ‘Do we ever?’



‘Please,’ she said, ‘do come in. I will lend for wine and-’



‘No need on my account, High Priestess,’ Anomander Rake walked into (hi small office, eyed the two chairs and then selected the least ornate one to sit down in. He stretched out his legs, fingers lacing together on his lap, and eyed her speculatively.



She raised her arms, ‘Shall I dance?’



‘Shall I sing?’



‘Abyss take me, no. Please.’



‘Do sit down,’ said Rake, indicating the other chair.



She did so, keeping her back straight, a silent question lifting her eyebrows.



He continued watching her.



She let out a breath and slumped back. ‘All right, then. I’m relaxing. See?’



‘You have ever been my favourite,’ he said, looking away.



‘Your favourite what?’



‘High Priestess, of course. What else might I be thinking?’



‘Well, that is the eternal question, isn’t it?’



‘One too many people spend too much time worrying about.’



‘You cannot be serious, Anomander.’



He seemed to be studying her desk-not the things scattered on its surface, but the desk itself. ‘That’s too small for you,’ he pronounced.



She glanced at it. ‘You are deceived, alas. It’s my disorganization that’s too big. Give me a desk the size of a concourse and I’ll still fill it up with junk.’



‘Then it must be your mind that is too big, High Priestess.’



‘Well,’ she said, ‘there is so little to think about and so much time.’ She fluttered a hand. ‘If my thoughts have become oversized it’s only out of indolence.’ Her gaze sharpened. ‘And we have become so indolent, haven’t we?’.



‘She has been turned away for a long time,’ Anomander Rake said. ‘That I al-lowed all of you to turn instead to me was ever a dubious enterprise.’



‘You made no effort to muster worship, Son of Darkness, and that is what made it dubious.’



One brow lifted. ‘Not my obvious flaws?’



‘And Mother Dark is without flaws? No, the Tiste Andii were never foolish enough to force upon our icons the impossibility of perfection.’



‘ “Icons,”‘ said Anomander Rake, frowning as he continued studying the desk.



‘Is that the wrong word? I think not,’



‘And that is why I rejected the notion of worship.’



‘Why?’



‘Because, sooner or later, the believers shatter their icons.’



She grunted, and thought about that for a time, before sighing and nodding. ‘A hundred fallen, forgotten civilizations, yes. And in the ruins all those statues… with their faces chopped off. The loss of faith is ever violent, it seems.’



‘Ours was.’



The statement stung her. ‘Ah, we are not so different then, after all. What a de-pressing realization.’



‘Endest Silann,’ he said.



‘Your stare is making the legs of my desk tremble, Lord Rake-am I so un-pleasant that you dare not rest eyes upon me?’



He slowly turned his head and settled his gaze upon her.



And seeing all that was in his eyes almost made her flinch, and she understood, all at once, the mercy he had been giving her-with his face turned away, with his eyes veiled by distraction. But then she had asked for his regard, as much out of vanity as the secret pleasure of her attraction to him-she could not now break this connection. Marshalling her resolve, she said, ‘Endest Silann, yes. The reason for this visit. I understand.’