Deadsmell was already sitting at one of the tables, scraping chunks of meat and vegetable from copper skewers with his dagger and with a stab lifting morsels to his grease-stained mouth, a tall cup of chilled wine within reach.
Leave it to necromancers to find pleasure in everything.
He looked up as they arrived. ‘You’re late.’
‘See how you suffered for it?’ Ebron snapped, dragging out a chair.
‘Yes, well, one must make do. I recommend these things-they’re like Seven Cities tapu, though not as spicy.’
‘What’s the meat?’ Bottle asked, sitting down.
‘Something called orthen. A delicacy, I’m told. Delicious.’
‘Well, we might as well eat and drink,’ said Ebron, ‘while we discuss the miserable extinction of sorcery and the beginning of our soon-to-be-useless lives.’
Deadsmell leaned back, eyes narrowing on the mage. ‘If you’re going to steal my appetite, you’re paying for it first.’
‘It was the reading,’ Bottle said, and oh, how that snared their attention, not to mention demolished the incipient argument between the two men. ‘What the reading revealed goes back to the day we breached the city wall and struck for the palace-do you recall those conflagrations? That damned earthquake?’
‘It was the dragon that showed up,’ said Deadsmell.
‘It was munitions,’ countered Ebron.
‘It was neither. It was Icarium Lifestealer. He was here, waiting in line to cross blades with the Emperor, but he never got to him, because of that Toblakai-who was none other than Leoman of the Flails’ old friend back in Raraku, by the way. Anyway, Icarium did something, right here in Letheras.’ Bottle paused and eyed Ebron. ‘What are you getting when you awaken your warren?’
‘Confusion, powers spitting at each other, nothing you can grasp tight, nothing you can use.’
‘And it’s got worse since the reading, hasn’t it?’
‘It has,’ confirmed Deadsmell. ‘Ebron will tell you about the mad house we unleashed the night of the reading-I could have sworn Hood stepped right into our room. But the truth was, the Reaper was nowhere even close. If anything, he was sent sprawling the other way. And now, it’s all… jumpy, twisty. You take hold and everything shudders until it squirms loose.’
Bottle was nodding. ‘That’s the real reason Fid was so reluctant. His reading fed into what Icarium made here all those months back.’
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Deadsmell was already sitting at one of the tables, scraping chunks of meat and vegetable from copper skewers with his dagger and with a stab lifting morsels to his grease-stained mouth, a tall cup of chilled wine within reach.
Leave it to necromancers to find pleasure in everything.
He looked up as they arrived. ‘You’re late.’
‘See how you suffered for it?’ Ebron snapped, dragging out a chair.
‘Yes, well, one must make do. I recommend these things-they’re like Seven Cities tapu, though not as spicy.’
‘What’s the meat?’ Bottle asked, sitting down.
‘Something called orthen. A delicacy, I’m told. Delicious.’
‘Well, we might as well eat and drink,’ said Ebron, ‘while we discuss the miserable extinction of sorcery and the beginning of our soon-to-be-useless lives.’
Deadsmell leaned back, eyes narrowing on the mage. ‘If you’re going to steal my appetite, you’re paying for it first.’
‘It was the reading,’ Bottle said, and oh, how that snared their attention, not to mention demolished the incipient argument between the two men. ‘What the reading revealed goes back to the day we breached the city wall and struck for the palace-do you recall those conflagrations? That damned earthquake?’
‘It was the dragon that showed up,’ said Deadsmell.
‘It was munitions,’ countered Ebron.
‘It was neither. It was Icarium Lifestealer. He was here, waiting in line to cross blades with the Emperor, but he never got to him, because of that Toblakai-who was none other than Leoman of the Flails’ old friend back in Raraku, by the way. Anyway, Icarium did something, right here in Letheras.’ Bottle paused and eyed Ebron. ‘What are you getting when you awaken your warren?’
‘Confusion, powers spitting at each other, nothing you can grasp tight, nothing you can use.’
‘And it’s got worse since the reading, hasn’t it?’
‘It has,’ confirmed Deadsmell. ‘Ebron will tell you about the mad house we unleashed the night of the reading-I could have sworn Hood stepped right into our room. But the truth was, the Reaper was nowhere even close. If anything, he was sent sprawling the other way. And now, it’s all… jumpy, twisty. You take hold and everything shudders until it squirms loose.’
Bottle was nodding. ‘That’s the real reason Fid was so reluctant. His reading fed into what Icarium made here all those months back.’
‘Made?’ Ebron demanded. ‘Made what?’
‘I’m not sure-’
‘Liar.’
‘No, Ebron, I’m really not sure… but I have an idea. Do you want to hear it or not?’
‘No, yes. Go on, I need to finish my list of reasons to commit suicide.’
A server arrived, a man older than a Jaghut’s stockings, and the next few moments were spent shouting at the deaf codger-fruitlessly-until Ebron stumbled on to the bright notion of pointing at Deadsmell’s plate and goblet and showing two fingers.
As the man set off, wilful as a snail, Bottle said, ‘It might not be that bad, Ebron. I think what we’re dealing with here is the imposition of a new pattern on to the old, familiar one.’
‘Pattern? What pattern?’
‘The warrens. That pattern.’
Deadsmell dropped his last skewer-scraped clean-on the plate and leaned forward. ‘You’re saying Icarium went and made a new set of warrens?’
‘Swallow what’s in your mouth before you gape, please. Yes, that’s my idea. I’m telling you, Fiddler’s game was insane with power. Almost as bad as if someone tried a reading while sitting in K’rul’s lap. Well, not quite, since this new pattern is young, the blood still fresh-’
‘Blood?’ demanded Ebron. ‘What blood?’
‘Icarium’s blood,’ Bottle said.
‘Is he dead then?’
‘Is he? How should I know? Is K’rul dead?’
‘Of course not,’ Deadsmell answered. ‘If he was, the warrens would have died-that’s assuming all your theories about K’rul and the warrens are even true-’
‘They are. It was blood magic. That’s how the Elder Gods did things-when we use sorcery we’re feeding on K’rul’s blood.’
No one spoke for a time. The server approached with a heavy tray. It was like watching the tide come in.
‘So,’ ventured Ebron once the tray clunked down and the plates and wine and goblets were randomly arrayed on the table by a quivering hand, ‘are things going to settle out, Bottle?’