Fiddler had buried the fingers of one hand in his beard and looked ready to start tearing loose handfuls. ‘You reporting all this to the Adjunct, Quick?’
The High Mage scowled and looked away. ‘I’ve given up. Nothing surprises her, Fid. It’s as if she already knows.’
‘Bottle, any hint of K’Chain Che’Malle? Your nightly explorations go out how far?’
‘Depends on how crowded it is out there,’ Bottle admitted. ‘But, thinking on it, there’s plenty of agitation going on, especially among the winged stuff-the rhinazan, the capemoths. The scaled rats keep massing and setting off on wild paths, as if trying to follow something. Oh, and I’ve caught the occasional scent on the winds, but I took those to be draconic. I don’t even know what a K’Chain Che’Malle smells like.’
Quick Ben flung the scrap of canvas at Bottle. ‘Yes you do.’
It dropped at Bottle’s feet. ‘Right,’ he said, looking down at it. ‘Oily lizards.’
‘Draconic,’ said Fiddler. ‘Forgot about those. Anyone we know, Quick?’
‘You’re asking me? Bottle’s the one smelling them.’
‘I am. Well?’
The wizard hesitated, and then said, ‘Aye, we bloodied him at Letheras.’
‘Can’t keep a fly from buzzing your shit,’ said Bottle, earning hard looks from both men. ‘Look, the Wastelands may be all wastes, but they ain’t empty, Sergeant. I’m wagering the High Mage here suspects why it’s so crowded. In fact,’ he added, ‘I think you know too, Sergeant. That pig of a reading you did-and then what hit you a few days back-someone showed up, and you probably know who-’
‘Bottle,’ cut in Fiddler. ‘Just how much do you really want to know? I told you to keep your head down, didn’t I? Now here you are, and here comes the Adjunct and Yil. I sent you back to the squad for a reason, soldier. You should’ve listened. Now it’s too late.’
Keneb sent Bulge off to finish striking his command tent and rode through the breaking camps of the Ninth Company. Soldiers stopped talking to watch him ride past. There was none of the usual banter, suggesting to Keneb that the tale of the ‘incident’ at Gesler’s camp had bled out among the ranks. Whatever had happened, it looked bad.
It’d be nice to get some good news. For a change. ‘The High Mage has opened us a warren that’ll take us right to wherever it is the Adjunct wants us. A lovely warren, rolling fields of flowers and gambolling deer that fall dead at our feet whenever we get hungry. Water? No, the rivers are rivers of wine. Ground’s soft as pillows every night, too. It’s great! Oh, and when we get there, the enemy take one look at us and drop their weapons and send for wagons loaded with the booty of a king’s vault. And the women! Why-’
‘Keneb!’
He turned in his saddle to see Blistig riding up from a side avenue. The man fell in alongside him.
‘The morning’s turned into Hood’s hole, Keneb. What else did you hear?’
‘About what? Got called to the Ninth, Fifth Squad. That’s all I know.’
‘Gesler and Stormy have deserted.’ There was a glint in Blistig’s eyes.
‘Ridiculous.’
‘The word’s gone out, right out-the whole damned army knows it now. She’s losing it, Keneb, and none too soon as far as I’m concerned. We ain’t gonna hold for this march across the Wastelands. She’ll have to disband us. I liked the look of Letheras-how about you?’
‘Gesler and Stormy have not deserted, Blistig.’
‘You said you knew nothing-’
‘I don’t have to. I know those two. They’re solid as mountains.’
‘They’re gone, Keneb. Simple as that-’
‘You were summoned to this meeting?’
‘Not officially. But it sounds to be army’s business.’
‘It concerns a squad in one of my companies, Blistig. Do me a favour, ride the fuck back to your Legion and get them in order. If new commands are going to come down, leave it to the Adjunct’s staff. If she wanted you she’d have invited you.’
The man’s face darkened. ‘You’ve turned into a real shit, Keneb. Don’t settle in Letheras-the city ain’t big enough for both of us.’
‘Go away, Blistig.’
‘Once we’re disbanded, I’m coming looking for you, Keneb.’
‘The day that happens, Blistig, you won’t make it out of your Legion’s camp. They’ll cut you down not two steps from your tent.’