The Bonehunters

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Magic. It's all gloomy. Worse than sappers, in fact. In combination, well, this night was headed straight into the Abyss, as far as Pores was concerned. He wondered where old Ebron was, and if he was participating in the rituals – he missed his old squad. Limp, Bell, and that new lass, Sinn – now there was a scary creature. Well, maybe he didn't miss them all that much. Dangerous, one and all, and mostly to each other.
Captain Kindly had been trying to take the measure of the woman standing beside him – a choice of phrase that brought a small smile to the lieutenant's mouth. Take her measure. But ain't nobody's got that close, from what I hear. In any case, it was frustrating being unable to get a sense of a fellow officer. Cold iron, probably – you don't stand the Wall long enough to survive without something icy, brutal and calculated wrapped round the soul – but this one was cold in every other way besides. Rarest of all, a woman of few words. He smiled again.
'Wipe that grin off your face, Lieutenant,' Kindly said, 'or I'll conclude you've lost your mind and promote you.'
'Apologies, Captain, I promise I won't do it again. Please don't promote me.'
'You two are idiots,' Faradan Sort said.
Well, that's one way to halt a conversation.
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Sergeant Hellian looked on the wavering scene, comforted by an overwhelming sense of propriety, although the way everyone was swaying was making her nauseous. Corporal Urb separated himself from the squad and came up to her.
'You ready for this, Sergeant?'
'Ready for what?' she demanded. Then scowled, all sense of propriety vanishing. 'If that bastard hadn't disappeared the way he did, I wouldn't be trading my sword for a jug of that local rot, would I?'
She reached down for the weapon, her hand groping as it found only air, then the empty scabbard. 'Why didn't you stop me, Urb? I mean, it was my sword, after all. What am I s'posed to use?'
He shifted nervously, then leaned closer. 'Get a new one from the armoury, Sergeant.'
'And that'll get back to the captain and we'll get shipped off somewhere even worse.'
'Worse? Where is worse than this, Sergeant?'
'Korel. Theftian Penins'la. Black Coral, under the empty eyes of the Tiste Andii. The Wreckers' Coast on North Assail-'
'Ain't no Malazan forces there.'
'No, but it's worse than this.'
'One story from some addled sailor in Kartool and you're now convinced that Hood himself strides the shadows-'
'He's stridin' our shallows – shadows, I mean.'
'Listen, Sergeant, we're about to head into battle-'
'Right, where's that jug?' She looked round, found it lying on its side near somebody's bedroll. 'Hey, who in my squad ain't packed up their kit?'
'That's yours, Sergeant,' Urb said.
'Oh.' Collecting the jug, she gave it a shake and was pleased at the sloshing sounds within. She glanced over to stare at her… squad.
There were two soldiers. Two. Some squad. Captain had said something about a few newcomers on the way. 'Well, where are they?'
'Who?' Urb asked. 'Your squad? They're right in front of you.'
'Touchy and Brethless.'
'That's right.'
'Well, where are the rest? Didn't we have more?'
'Had four marching with us the last day, but they were reassigned.'
'So my squad is a corporal and two soljers.'
'Twins, Sergeant,' Touchy said. 'But I'm older, as I'm sure you can tell.'
'And mentally underdeveloped, Sergeant,' Brethless said. 'Those last few minutes were obviously crucial, as I'm sure you can tell.'
Hellian turned away. 'They look the same to me, Urb. All right, has the word come yet? We s'posed to be mustering somewhere right now?'
'Sergeant, you might want to pass that jug around – we're about to get in a fight and I don't know about you and them two, but I joined the local city guard so's I wouldn't have to do any of this. I been to the latrines four times since supper and I'm still all squishy inside.'
At Urb's suggestion Hellian clutched the jug tight to her chest. '
Getyerown.'
'Sergeant.'
'All right, a couple mouthfuls each, then I get the rest. I see anybody take more'n two swallows and I cut 'em down where they stand.'
'With what?' Urb asked as he pulled the jug from her reluctant hands.