He had learned that Brys Beddict had been slain, once, only to be dragged back. A most bitter gift, it was a wonder the King’s brother hadn’t gone mad. When a soul leaves the path, a belated return has the fool stumbling again and again. Every step settling awkwardly, as if the imprint of one’s own foot no longer fit it, as if the soul no longer matched the vessel of its flesh and bone and was left jarred, displaced.
And now he had heard about a woman cursed undead. Ruthan Gudd had gone so far as to hint that he’d bedded the woman-and how sick was that? Deadsmell shook his head. As bad as sheep, cows, dogs, goats and fat bhokarala. No, even worse. And did she want the curse unravelled? No-at least with that he had to agree. It does no good to come back. One gets used to things staying the same, more used to that than how a living soul felt about its own sagging, decaying body. Besides, the dead never come back all the way. ‘It’s like knowing the secret to a trick, the wonder goes away. They’ve lost all the delusions that once comforted them.’
‘Deadsmell!’
He turned to see Bottle picking his way round the heaps and holes.
‘Heard you saying something-ghosts never got anything good to say, why bother talking with them?’
‘I wasn’t.’
The young mage reached him and then stood, staring at the old Jaghut tower. ‘Did you see the baggage train forming up outside the city? Gods, we’ve got enough stuff to handle an army five times our size.’
‘Maybe, maybe not.’
Bottle grunted. ‘That’s what Fiddler said.’
‘We’ll be marching into nowhere. Resupply will be hard to manage, maybe impossible.’
‘Into nowhere, that seems about right.’
Deadsmell pointed at the Azath House. ‘They went in there, I think.’
‘Sinn and Grub?’
‘Aye.’
‘Something snatch them?’
‘I don’t think so. I think they went through, the way Kellanved and Dancer learned how to do.’
‘Where?’
‘No idea, and no, I have no plans to follow them. We have to consider them lost. Permanently.’
Bottle glanced at him. ‘You throw that at the Adjunct yet?’
‘I did. She wasn’t happy.’
‘I bet she wasn’t.’ He scratched at the scraggy beard he seemed intent on growing. ‘So tell me why you think they went in there.’
Deadsmell grimaced. ‘I remember the day I left my home. A damned ram had got on to the roof of my house-the house I inherited, I mean. A big white bastard, eager to hump anything with legs. The look it gave me was empty and full, if you know what I mean-’
‘No. All right, yes. When winter’s broken-the season, and those eyes.’
‘Empty and full, and from its perch up there it had a damned good view of the graveyard, all three tiers, from paupers to the local version of nobility. I’d just gone and buried the village priest-’
‘Hope he was dead when you did it.’
‘Some people die looking peaceful. Others die all too knowing. Empty and full. He didn’t know until he did his dying, and that kind of face is the worst kind to look down on.’ He scowled. ‘The worst kind, Bottle.’
‘Go on.’
‘What have you got to be impatient about, soldier?’
Bottle flinched. ‘Sorry. Nothing.’
‘Most impatient people I meet are just like that, once you kick through all the attitude. They’re in a lather, in a hurry about nothing. The rush is in their heads, and they expect everyone else to up the pace and get the fuck on with it. I got no time for such shits.’
‘They make you impatient, do they?’
‘No time, I said. Meaning the more they push, the longer I take.’
Bottle flashed a grin. ‘I hear you.’
‘Good.’ Deadsmell paused, working back round to his thoughts. ‘That ram, looming up there, well, it just hit me, those eyes. We all got them, I think, some worse than others. For the priest, they came late-but the promise was there, all his life. Same for everyone. You see that it’s empty, and that revelation fills you up.’
‘Wait-what’s empty?’
‘The whole Hood-forsaken mess, Bottle. All of it.’
‘Well now, aren’t you a miserable crudge, Deadsmell.’
‘I’ll grant you, this particular place eats on me, chews up memories I’d figured were long buried. Anyway, there I was, standing. Ram on one side, the priest’s tomb on the other-high ridge, highest I could find-and the highborn locals were going to howl when they saw that. But I didn’t care any longer.’
