The Bonehunters

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'A word from me will suffice,' the Adjunct said.


'I am greatly relieved,' the Empress said, with a faint smile, 'that you now comprehend the necessity of what will occur this night. In the broader scheme of things, Tavore, the sacrifice is modest. It is also clear that the Wickans have outlived their usefulness – the old covenants with the tribes must be dispensed with, now that Seven Cities and its harvest have become so thoroughly disrupted. In other words, we need the Wickan Plains. The herds must be slaughtered and the earth broken, crops planted. Seven Cities has provided us a harsh lesson when it comes to relying upon distant lands for the resources the empire consumes.'


'In this way,' Mallick Rel said, spreading his hands, 'necessity is an economic matter, yes? That an ignorant and backward people must be eradicated is sad, indeed, but alas, inevitable.'


'You would well know of that,' Tavore said to him. 'The Gedorian Falari cult of the Jhistal was eradicated in a similar manner by Emperor Kellanved, after all. Presumably you are among the very few survivors from that time.'


Mallick Rel's round, oiled face slowly drained of what little colour it had possessed.


The Adjunct continued, 'A very minor note in the imperial histories, difficult to find. I believe, however, should you peruse the works of Duiker, you will find suitable references. Of course, "minor" is a relative term, just as, I suppose, this Wickan Pogrom will be seen in later histories. For the Wickans themselves, of course, it will be anything but minor.'


'Your point, woman?' Mallick Rel asked.


'It is useful, on occasion, to halt upon a path, and to turn and walk back some distance.'


'Achieving what?'


'An understanding of motivations, Jhistal. It seems that this is a night of unravelling, after all. Covenants, treaties, and memories-'


'This debate,' the Empress cut in, 'can be conducted another time. The mob in the city below will soon turn upon itself if the proper victims are not delivered. Are you ready, Adjunct?'


Kalam found he was holding his breath. He could not see Tavore's eyes, but something in Laseen's told him that the Adjunct had locked gazes with the Empress, and in that moment something passed between them, and slowly, in increments, the eyes of Laseen went flat, strangely colourless.


The Adjunct rose. 'I am, Empress.'


T'amber also stood, and, before anyone could shift their attention to Kalam, the assassin climbed to his feet.


'Adjunct,' he said in a weary rumble, 'I will see you out.'


'When you are done that courtesy,' the Empress said, 'please return here. I have never accepted your resignation from the Claw, Kalam Mekhar, and indeed, it is in my mind that worthy promotions are long overdue. The apparent loss of Topper in the Imperial Warren has left vacant the command of the Claw. I can think of no-one more deserving of that position.'


Kalam's brows lifted. 'And do you imagine, Empress, that I would assume that mantle and just settle back in Unta's West Tower, surrounding myself with whores and sycophants? Do you expect another Topper?'


Now it was Laseen's turn to speak without inflection. 'Most certainly not, Kalam Mekhar.'


The entire Claw, under my control. Gods, who would fall first? Mallick Rel. Korboto Dom…


And she knows that. She offers that. I can cut the cancers out of the flesh… but first, some Wickans need to die. And… not just Wickans.


Not trusting himself to speak, and not knowing what he might say if he did, Kalam simply bowed to the Empress, then followed Tavore and T' amber as they strode from the chamber.


Into the corridor.


Twenty-three paces to the antechamber – no Red Blades remained – where Tavore paused, gesturing to T'amber who moved past and positioned herself at the far door. The Adjunct then shut the one behind them.


And faced Kalam.


But it was T'amber who spoke. 'Kalam Mekhar. How many Hands await us?'


He looked away. 'Each Hand is trained to work as a unit. Both a strength and a flaw.'


'How many?'


'Four ships moored below. Could be as many as eighty.'


'Eighty?'


The assassin nodded. You are dead, Adjunct. So are you, T'amber. 'She will not let you get back to the ships,' he said, still not meeting their gazes. 'To do so invites a civil war-'


'No,' Tavore said.


Kalam frowned, glanced at her.


'We are leaving the Malazan Empire. And in all likelihood, we will never return.'


He walked to a wall, leaned his back against it, and closed his eyes.

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