‘That fishing village you come from was a real hole, wasn’t it?’
‘Leave it.’
‘I didn’t bring it up, soldier. You did.’
‘It was no different from anywhere else, that’s my point. I bet you wasn’t sorry to get out from wherever you come from, either. If it was all you wanted, you wouldn’t be here, would you?’
‘Some people don’t go through their lives searching, Smiles. I’m not looking, because I’m not expecting to find anything. You want meaning? Make it up. You want truth? Invent it. Makes no difference, to anything. Sun comes up, sun goes down. We see one, maybe we don’t see the other, but the sun doesn’t care, does it?’
‘Right,’ she said, ‘so we’re in agreement.’
‘Not quite. I’m not saying it’s not worth it. I’m saying the opposite. You make worlds, worlds inside your head and worlds outside, but only the one inside counts for anything. It’s where you find peace, acceptance. Worth. You, you’re just talking about everything being useless. Starting with yourself. That’s a bad attitude, Smiles. Worse than Cuttle’s.’
‘Where are we marching to, then?’
‘Fate’s got a face, and we’re going to meet it eye to eye. The rest I don’t care about.’
‘So you’ll follow the Adjunct. Anywhere. Like a dog on a master’s heel.’
‘Why not? It’s all the same to me.’
‘I don’t get you.’
‘There’s nothing to get. I’m a soldier and so are you. What more do you want?’
‘I want a damned war!’
‘It’s coming.’
‘What makes you so sure of that?’
‘Because we’re an army on the march. If the Adjunct didn’t need an army, she’d have dissolved the whole thing in Lether.’
‘Maybe, maybe not.’
‘What do you mean?’ he asked.
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‘That fishing village you come from was a real hole, wasn’t it?’
‘Leave it.’
‘I didn’t bring it up, soldier. You did.’
‘It was no different from anywhere else, that’s my point. I bet you wasn’t sorry to get out from wherever you come from, either. If it was all you wanted, you wouldn’t be here, would you?’
‘Some people don’t go through their lives searching, Smiles. I’m not looking, because I’m not expecting to find anything. You want meaning? Make it up. You want truth? Invent it. Makes no difference, to anything. Sun comes up, sun goes down. We see one, maybe we don’t see the other, but the sun doesn’t care, does it?’
‘Right,’ she said, ‘so we’re in agreement.’
‘Not quite. I’m not saying it’s not worth it. I’m saying the opposite. You make worlds, worlds inside your head and worlds outside, but only the one inside counts for anything. It’s where you find peace, acceptance. Worth. You, you’re just talking about everything being useless. Starting with yourself. That’s a bad attitude, Smiles. Worse than Cuttle’s.’
‘Where are we marching to, then?’
‘Fate’s got a face, and we’re going to meet it eye to eye. The rest I don’t care about.’
‘So you’ll follow the Adjunct. Anywhere. Like a dog on a master’s heel.’
‘Why not? It’s all the same to me.’
‘I don’t get you.’
‘There’s nothing to get. I’m a soldier and so are you. What more do you want?’
‘I want a damned war!’
‘It’s coming.’
‘What makes you so sure of that?’
‘Because we’re an army on the march. If the Adjunct didn’t need an army, she’d have dissolved the whole thing in Lether.’
‘Maybe, maybe not.’
‘What do you mean?’ he asked.
‘I mean, maybe she’s just selfish.’
The dung burned down to layered glowing chips. Moths spun round the licking flames. Silence descended on the two soldiers, who had nothing more to say to each other. At least for this night.
Cuttle found his sergeant lying on the floor. A jug of rum lay on its side close by. The confined space reeked of puke with the rum’s heady layer settling on it like sweet sap.
‘Dammit, Fid, that won’t help your gut.’
‘I ain’t got a gut no more,’ Fiddler replied in a slur. ‘I tossed it up a bell ago.’
‘Come the morning, your skull’s gonna crack open.’
‘Too late. Go ’way, Cu’ll.’
The sapper drew one edge of the cot closer and settled down. ‘Who was it, then?’
‘Iz all changed, Cu’ll. Iz all goin’ bad.’
‘That’s news to me? Listen, this fast march-I’ve already worn out one pair of boots-but it’s got to tell you something. The Adjunct, she’s got a nose-she can sniff things out better than you, I think. Ever since the barges, we’ve been damned near on the run. And even before what happened tonight, you’ve been a haunted man.’ He rubbed at the bristle on his cheeks. ‘I’ll follow you, Fid, you know that. I’ve got your back, always.’
‘Don’ mind me, Cu’ll. It’s the young ones, y’got to guard their backs, not mine.’
‘You’re seeing a lot of dead faces, aren’t you?’
‘I ain’t no seer.’
Cuttle grunted. ‘It’s a precious day, you ain’t talking it up. Squad’s the thing, you keep tellin’ ’em. The soldier at your side, the one whose sweat stink you smell every damned day. We’re family, you say. Sergeant, you’re making us nervous.’
Fiddler slowly sat up, clutched at his head. ‘Fishing,’ he said.
‘What?’
‘There’s a demon in the deep. Sly eyes… watchin’ the bait, y’see? Jus’ watchin. Quick Ben, he’s got to show himself. Finally. We need ’em, we need ’em all.’
‘Fid, you’re drunk.’
‘Darkness’ got an edge. Sharp, the blackest ice-cold like you never imagined. You don’t get it. Here we was, all yippin’ and dancin’, but now the biggest wolf of all has returned. Games are over, Cuttle.’
‘What about the Adjunct? Fiddler?’
He looked up with red, bleary eyes. ‘She don’t stand a chance. Gods below, not a chance.’