Memories of Ice

The standard-bearer Artanthos appeared. 'I'll take the reins, Commander,' the young man said. 'The beast needs rubbing down-'



'He ain't the only one,' Whiskeyjack muttered. 'Onearm's within?'



'Aye. He has been expecting you.'



Without another word the commander entered the tent.



'Damned about time,' Dujek growled from his cot, grunting as as he sat up. 'Pour us some ale, there, on the table. Find a chair. You hungry?'



'No.'



'Me neither. Let's drink.'



Neither spoke until Whiskeyjack had finished repositioning furniture and pouring ale. The silence continued until they'd both finished the first tankards and the commander refilled them from the jug.



'Moon's Spawn,' Dujek said after wiping his mouth then reaching for the tankard once again. 'If we're lucky, we'll see it again, but not till Coral, or even later. So, Anomander Rake's agreed to throw his — and the Moon's — weight against this Pannion Domin. Reasons? Unknown. Maybe he just likes a fight.'



Whiskeyjack frowned. 'At Pale, he struck me as a reluctant combatant, Dujek.'



'Only because his Tiste Andii were busy elsewhere. Good thing, too, or we would have been annihilated.'



'You might be right. Seems we're mustering a whole lot to take on a middling-sized empire of zealots, Dujek. I know, the Domin's smelled foul from the start, and something's building. Even so …'



'Aye.' After a moment, Dujek shrugged. 'We'll see what we see. Did you speak with Twist?'



Whiskeyjack nodded. 'He agrees that his flights should remain unseen — no supplying of our forces on the march if at all possible. He has scouts seeking a strategic place to hold up close to the Pannion border — hidden but close enough to strike when the time comes.'



'Good. And is our army ready to leave Pale?'



'As ready as it'll ever be. The question of supply on the march remains.'



'We'll cover that when the emissaries from Darujhistan get here. Now. Silverfox …'



'Hard to say, Dujek. This gathering of Plan Imass is worrying, especially when she asserts that we'll all need those undead warriors when we take on the Pannion Domin. High Fist, we don't know enough about our enemy-'



'That will change — have you instructed Quick Ben on initiating contact with that mercenary company in Capustan?'



'He's worked something out. We'll see if they take the bait.'



'Back to Silverfox, Whiskeyjack. Tattersail was a solid ally — a friend-'



'She's there, in this Rhivi child. Paran and she have … spoken.' He fell silent for a moment, then sighed, his eyes on the tankard in his hands. 'Things have yet to unfold, so we'll just have to wait and see.'



'Any creature that so devours its parent. '



'Aye, but then again, whenever have the T'lan Imass shown a speck of compassion? They're undead, soulless and let's face it, once-allies or not, damned horrific. They were on the Emperor's leash and no-one else's. Fighting alongside them back in Seven Cities was not a comforting experience — we both know that, Dujek.'



'Expedience always comes arm-in-arm with discomfort,' the High Fist muttered. 'And now they're back, only this time they're on a child's leash …'



Whiskeyjack grunted. 'That's a curious observation, but I see what you mean. Kellanved showed … restraint with the T'lan Imass, discounting that mess at Aren. Whereas a child, born of ravaged souls within the warren of Tellann, acquiring such power. '



'And how many children have you met capable of showing restraint? Tattersail's wisdom needs to come to the fore, and soon.'



'We'll do all we can, Dujek.'



The old man sighed, then nodded. 'Now, your sense of our newfound allies?'



'The departure of the Crimson Guard is a blow,' Whiskeyjack said. 'A disparate collection of dubious mercenaries and hangers-on in their place signifies a drop in quality. The Mott Irregulars are the best of the bunch, but that's not saying a whole lot. The Rhivi and Barghast are solid enough, as we both know, and the Tiste Andii are unequalled. Still, Brood needs us. Badly.'



'Perhaps more than we need him and his forces, aye,' Dujek said. 'In a normal kind of war, that is.'



'Rake and Moon's Spawn are Brood's true shaved knuckles in the hole. High Fist, with the T'lan Imass joined to our cause, I cannot see any force on this continent or any other that could match us. God knows, we could annex half the continent-'