The Bonehunters

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The worst are dead, the rest will live.'
'Begin preparations for the march – have we enough wagons?'
'Provided soldiers pack their own food for a while,' Blistig said. '
Speaking of which, some stores were lost – we'll end up chewing leather unless we can arrange a resupply.'
'How long?'
'A week, if we immediately begin rationing. Adjunct, where are we going?'
Her eyes grew veiled for a moment, then she looked away. 'The plague is proving… virulent. It is the Mistress's own, I gather, the kiss of the goddess herself. And there is a shortage of healers…'
'Lothal?'
Nil shook his head. 'The city has already been struck, Fist.'
'Sotka,' said the Adjunct. 'Pearl has informed me that Admiral Nok's fleet and the transports have been unable to dock in any city east of Ashok on the Maadil Peninsula, so he has been forced around it, and expects to reach Sotka in nine days, assuming he can draw in for water and food in Taxila or Rang.'
'Nine days?' asked Blistig. 'If the plague's in Lothal already…'
'Our enemy now is time,' the Adjunct said. 'Fist, you have orders to break camp. Do it as quickly as possible. The Rebellion is over. Our task now is to survive.' She studied Blistig for a moment. 'I want us on the road tonight.'
'Tonight? Aye, Adjunct. I had best be on my way, then.' He saluted, then headed out. Outside, he halted, momentarily blinking, then, recalling his orders, he set off.
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After Blistig's footsteps had trailed away, the Adjunct turned to Nether. 'The Mistress of Plague, Nether. Why now? Why here?'
The Wickan witch snorted. 'You ask me to fathom the mind of a goddess, Adjunct? It is hopeless. She may have no reason. Plague is her aspect, after all. It is what she does.' She shook her head, said nothing more.
'Adjunct,' Nil ventured, 'you have your victory. The Empress will be satisfied – she has to be. We need to rest-'
'Pearl informs me that Leoman of the Flails is not dead.'
Neither Wickan replied, and the Adjunct faced them once more. 'You both knew that, didn't you?'
'He was taken… away,' Nil said. 'By a goddess.'
'Which goddess? Poliel?'
'No. The Queen of Dreams.'
'The Goddess of Divination? What possible use could she have for Leoman of the Flails?'
Nil shrugged.
Outside the tent a rider reined in and a moment later Temul, dustsheathed and dripping blood from three parallel slashes tracking the side of his face, strode in, dragging a dishevelled child with him. '
Found her, Adjunct,' he said.
'Where?'
'Trying to get back into the ruins. She has lost her mind.'
The Adjunct studied the child, Sinn, then said, 'She had best find it again. I have need of High Mages. Sinn, look at me. Look at me.'
She gave no indication of even hearing Tavore, her head still hanging down, ropes of burnt hair hiding her face.
Sighing, the Adjunct said, 'Take her and get her cleaned up. And keep her under guard at all times – we will try this again later.'
After they had left, Nil asked, 'Adjunct, do you intend to pursue Leoman? How? There is no trail to follow – the Queen of Dreams could have spirited him to another continent by now.'
'No, we shall not pursue, but understand this, Wickan, while he yet lives there will be no victory in the eyes of the Empress. Y'Ghatan will remain as it always has been, a curse upon the empire.'
'It will not rise again,' Nil said.
Tavore studied him. 'The young know nothing of history. I am going for a walk. Both of you, get some rest.'
She left.
Nil met his sister's eyes, then smiled. 'Young? How easily she forgets.'
'They all forget, brother.'
'Where do you think Leoman has gone?'
'Where else? Into the Golden Age, Nil. The glory that was the Great Rebellion. He strides the mists of myth, now. They will say he breathed fire. They will say you could see the Apocalypse in his eyes.
They will say he sailed from Y'Ghatan on a river of Malazan blood.'
'The locals believe Coltaine ascended, Nether. The new Patron of Crows-'
'Fools. Wickans do not ascend. We just… reiterate.'
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Lieutenant Pores was awake, and he lifted his good hand to acknowledge his captain as Kindly halted at the foot of the camp cot.
'They say your hand melted together, Lieutenant.'
'Yes, sir. My left hand, as you see.'