The Bonehunters

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'Icarium! A demon is upon us! A demon! No child, no children – do you see? You must act – now! Show them! Show the Edur what is within you!'
Taralack was dragging at his arm. Frowning, Icarium allowed himself to be pulled forward, through a mass of cowering Edur. No, I do not want this – yet he could feel the pounding of his hearts, rising like war drums with songs of fireThe stench of spilled blood and waste, and both warriors arrived to witness the savage death of Sathbaro Rangar.
And the Soletaken then surged into a charge – and Ahlrada Ahn – the brave warrior, seeking to protect his soldiers – stepped into the creature's path.
Icarium found his single-edged sword in his right hand – he did not recall unsheathing it – and he was moving forward, every motion seeming improbably slow, disjointed, as he reached out, grasping the Tiste Edur and throwing him back as if he weighed little more than a cloth hanging; and then the Jhag advanced to meet the undead ape.
He saw it suddenly recoil.
Another step forward, as a strange humming filled Icarium's skull, and the beast backed further away, into the choke-point, then beyond, where it whirled round and fled up the passage.
Icarium staggered, gasped, threw one hand up against one edge of the narrowed portal – felt its brittle surface beneath his palm. The eerie song in his mind fadedAnd then Edur were plunging past him, rushing through the breach. And once more, ahead, the sounds of battle. Hard iron clashing, all scent of sorcery gone**** Beyond the choke-point, Ahlrada Ahn saw before him a widening of the fissure, and there, in a ragged line at least three deep, stood soldiers of some kind, weapons wavering, pale smudged faces beneath helms – Sisters take me, they are so young! What is this? Children face us!
And then he saw the two T'lan Imass, and between them a tall, greyskinned figure – no. No, it cannot be – we left him, weA savage war-cry from Kholb Harat, echoed almost immediately by Saur Bathrada. 'Trull Sengar! The traitor is before us!'
'You are mine!'
Despite Saur's bold claim, both he and Kholb lunged together, closing on Trull Sengar.
Then the remaining Edur were spreading out, rushing the line of armoured children, and the two forces collided in a cacophony of ringing weapons and shields. Screams of pain and rage rebounded off the battered stone walls.
And Ahlrada Ahn stood, frozen in place, watching, disbelieving.
Trull Sengar fought a frantic defence with his spear, as weapons slashed and thrust at him from both Saur and Kholb. They were forcing him back – and Ahlrada Ahn could see, could understand – Trull was seeking to protect these children – the ones behind himEdur screams – the two T'lan Imass were pushing forward in counterattack, one to either side, and it seemed nothing could stop them.
Yet still he stood, and then, with a brutal, hoarse cry, he sprang forward.
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Trull Sengar knew these two warriors. He could see the hatred in their eyes, felt their fury in the weight of their blows as they sought to batter through his guard – he could not hold them much longer. And when he fell, he knew the pitifully young soldiers behind would come face to face with these Edur killers.
Where was Apt? Why was Minala holding the demon back – what more could assail them?
Someone else was shouting his name now, from among the packed Edur. A name voiced, not in rage, but in anguish – but Trull had no time to look, no time even to wonder – Kholb had laid a blade along his left wrist, opening the flesh wide, and blood was streaming along the underneath of that forearm, seeping into the hand's grip on the shaft.
Not much longer. They've improved, the both of themHe then saw a Merude cutlass slash inward from behind Kholb, taking the warrior solidly in the neck, through – and Kholb Harat's head rolled on its side, tumbled down. The body wavered a moment, then crumpled.
A snarling curse from Saur Bathrada, who spun round, stabbing low, his sword digging deep into the newcomer's right thighAnd Trull lunged, sinking the point of his spear into Saur's forehead, just beneath the rim of the helmet. And saw, with horror, both of the warrior's eyes leap from their sockets as if on strings as the head pitched back.
Trull dragged his weapon free as an Edur staggered into him, gasping, 'Trull! Trull Sengar!'
'Ahlrada?'
The warrior twisted round, raising both cutlasses. 'I fight at your side, Trull! Amends – please, I beg you!'
Amends? 'I don't understand – but I do not doubt. Welcome-'
A sound was building in Trull's head, seeming to assail him from every direction. He saw a child clamp hands to ears off to his left, then another one'Trull Sengar! It is the Jhag! Sisters take us, he is coming!'