Memories of Ice

Korlat sought to meet Whiskeyjack's eyes, but the man was studying the warlord as he added, 'Expect another battle, at dawn. A messy one.'



'Leave that to me,' Anomander Rake drawled.



The voice pulled Whiskeyjack round in surprise. 'Lord, forgive me. I didn't see you. I'm afraid I was somewhat… preoccupied.'



Dujek asked, 'You are offering to set your Tiste Andii against the Tenescowri, Lord?'



'Hardly,' Rake replied. 'I mean to scare them witless. In person.'



No-one spoke for a moment, then Caladan Brood began rummaging in a trunk for more cups. 'We have another issue to discuss, High Fist,' he said.



'So I gather.'



The old man looked positively sick, while Whiskeyjack's colour was high.



The warlord poured more wine, then gestured at the cups he had filled. 'Help yourselves. Kallor has noted a pending problem in the disposition of our forces.'



Oh, the bastards are making fun of this. Enough. Korlat spoke, 'High Fist, to the south await three cities. Lest and Setta should be taken simultaneously, if possible, with a rejoining of our forces at Maurik, before continuing on to Coral. We would like to discuss with you how to divide the armies.'



Whiskeyjack's eyes found hers. She offered him a half-smile. He frowned in reply.



'I see,' Dujek said after a moment. He collected his cup and sat down on a camp chair. 'Well enough.' And, for the moment, said no more.



Whiskeyjack cleared his throat and spoke, 'The division, at least initially, seems fairly obvious. Onearm's Host southwest to Setta — which will close our lines of communication with our Black Moranth, who remain in place in the Vision Mountains. The warlord and his forces straight south to Lest. Once we have taken Setta, we strike for the headwaters of the Maurik River, then follow the course south to Maurik itself. Possibly, you will have arrived there first, but that is not especially problematic.'



'Agreed,' Brood said.



'I said initially, alas,' Whiskeyjack continued.



The others turned to him.



The man shrugged. 'The White Face Barghast are joining the campaign. We also have to consider the surviving elements of Capustan's defenders — they might well desire to accompany us. Finally, there is the looming question of Silverfox, and her T'lan Imass.'



'If we allow the bitch and her T'lan Imass into this war,' Kallor snarled, 'we will have lost all hope of guiding it.'



Whiskeyjack studied the ancient warrior. 'Yours is a singular obsession, Kallor. It has twisted your mind-'



'And sentiment has twisted yours, soldier. Perhaps a day will come when you and I can test our respective resolve-'



'Enough,' Brood cut in. 'It seems, then, that this meeting must be adjourned. We can reconvene when all the relevant commanders are present.' The warlord turned to Rake. 'How fares Moon's Spawn?'



The Tiste Andii Lord shrugged. 'We will rendezvous at Coral as planned. It might be worth noting that the Seer has been under serious assault from the south, which he answers with Omtose Phellack sorcery. My Great Ravens have caught sight of his enemy, or at least some of them. A T'lan Imass, a she-wolf and a very large dog. Thus, the old battle: Omtose Phellack, ever retreating from Tellann. There might well be other players as well — lands to the south of Outlook have been completely shrouded in mists born of dying ice. The significance of all this is that the Seer has fled Outlook, and is heading by warren to Coral.'



There was silence as the implications of Rake's revelations slowly settled in the minds of those present.



Whiskeyjack was the first to speak. 'A lone T'lan Imass? A Bonecaster, then, to have sufficient power to single-handedly sunder a Jaghut's sorcery.'



'Having heard the summons made by Silverfox,' Dujek added. 'Yes, that's likely.'



'This T'lan Imass is a warrior,' Rake responded laconically. 'Wielding a two-handed flint sword. Bonecasters carry no weapons. Clearly, he has singular skill. The wolf is an ay, I believe, a creature thought long extinct. The hound rivals those of Shadow.'



'And they are driving the Seer into our laps,' Brood rumbled. 'It seems that Coral will not simply be the last city we can reach this campaigning season. We'll be facing the Seer himself.'



'Damn well ensuring that the battle will be fraught with sorcery,' Dujek muttered. 'Bloody terrific.'



'We've plenty of time to formulate our tactics,' Brood said after a moment. 'This meeting is adjourned.'



Thirty paces from the command tent, as darkness settled ever deeper on the camp, Silverfox slowed her steps.