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Memories of Ice





The wizard smiled. 'No-one will see me unless I want them to, sir. When do you anticipate reaching Capustan?'



Whiskeyjack shrugged. 'We've the Tenescowri to deal with. That could get complicated.'



Quick Ben's dark eyes narrowed. 'You're not intending to parley with them, are you?'



'Why not? Better than slaughter, Wizard.'



'Whiskeyjack, the Barghast are returning with stories. of what happened in Capustan, of what the Tenescowri did to the defenders. They have a leader, those Tenescowri, a man named Anaster, the First Child of the Dead Seed. The latest rumour is he personally skinned Prince Jelarkan, then served him up as the main course of a banquet — in the prince's own throne room.'



The breath hissed from Korlat.



Grimacing, Whiskeyjack said, 'If such crimes can be laid with certainty at the feet of this Anaster — or of any Tenescowri — then Malazan military law will prevail.'



'Simple execution grants them a mercy not accorded their victims.'



'Then they will be fortunate that Onearm's Host captured them, and none other.'



Quick Ben still looked troubled. 'And Capustan's surviving citizens, the defenders and the priests of the Thrall — will they have no say in the disposition of the prisoners? Sir, troubled times might await us.'



'Thank you for the warning, Wizard.'



After a moment, Quick Ben shrugged, then sighed. 'See you in Capustan, Whiskeyjack.'



'Aye.'



The apparition faded.



Korlat turned to the commander. 'Malazan military law.'



He raised his brows. 'My sense of Caladan Brood is that he's not the vengeful type. Do you anticipate a clash?'



'I know what Kallor will advise.' A hint of tension was present in her tone.



'So do I, but I don't think the warlord's inclined to listen. Hood knows, he hasn't thus far.'



'We have not yet seen Capustan.'



He released a long breath, drew off his gauntlets. 'Horrors to answer in kind.'



'An unwritten law,' she said in a low voice. 'An ancient law.'



'I don't hold to it,' Whiskeyjack growled. 'We become no better, then. Even simple execution…' He faced her. 'Over two hundred thousand starving peasants. Will they stand about like sheep? Not likely. As prisoners? We couldn't feed them if we tried, nor have we sufficient soldiers to spare guarding them.'



Korlat's eyes were slowly widening. 'You are proposing we leave them, aren't you?'



She's leading up to something here. I've caught glimmers before, the whisper of a hidden wedge, poised to drive itself between us. 'Not all of them. We'll take their leaders. This Anaster, and his officers — assuming there are any. If the Tenescowri walked a path of atrocity, then the First Child led the way.' Whiskeyjack shook his head. 'But the real criminal awaits us within the Domin itself — the Seer — who would starve his followers into cannibalism, into madness. Who would destroy his own people. We'd be executing the victims — his victims.'



The Tiste Andii frowned. 'By that token, we should absolve the Pannion armies as well, Whiskeyjack.'



The Malazan's grey eyes hardened. 'Our enemy is the Seer. Dujek and I agree on this — we're not here to annihilate a nation. The armies that impede our march to the Seer, we will deal with. Efficiently. Retribution and revenge are distractions.'



'And what of liberation? The conquered cities-'



'Incidental, Korlat. I'm surprised at your confusion on this. Brood saw it the same as we did — at that first parley when tactics were discussed. We strike for the heart-'



'I believe you misunderstood, Whiskeyjack. For over a decade, the warlord has been waging a war of liberation — from the rapacious hunger of your Malazan Empire. Caladan Brood has now shifted his focus — a new enemy — but the same war. Brood is here to free the Pannions-'



'Hood's breath! You can't free a people from themselves !'



'He seeks to free them from the Seer's rule.'



'And who exalted the Seer to his present status?'



'Yet you speak of absolving the commonalty, even the soldiers of the Pannion armies, Whiskeyjack. And that is what is confusing me.'



Not entirely. 'We speak at cross-purposes here, Korlat. Neither I nor Dujek will willingly assume the role of judge and executioner — should we prove victorious. Nor are we here to put the pieces back together for the Pannions. That's for them to do. That responsibility will turn us into administrators, and to effectively administrate, we must occupy .'
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