I like Cuttle. I know what to expect with him. He ain’t hot iron, he ain’t cold iron. He’s bitter iron. Me too. Bitter and getting bitterer. Just try me, Throatslitter.
Captain Kindly ran a hand through the last few threads of hair on his head and leaned back in his folding chair. ‘Skanarow, what can I do for you?’
‘It’s Ruthan.’
‘Of course it is. Hardly a secret, Skanarow.’
‘Not that, well, some of that. Thing is, he’s not what I think he is.’
‘Early days, isn’t it?’
‘I don’t think he’s using his real name.’
‘Who is? Look at me. I earned mine over years of diligent deliberation. Now, even “Skanarow” isn’t what most people think, is it? Archaic Kanese for a female hill-dog, I believe.’
‘Not like that, Kindly. He’s hiding something-oh, his story works out, at least on the surface. I mean, his timeline makes sense-’
‘Excuse me, his what?’
‘Well, when he did what and where he did it. A proper course of events, but I figure that just means he’s worked it out to sound plausible.’
‘Or it sounds plausible because it is in fact his history.’
‘I don’t think so. That’s just it, Kindly. I think he’s lying.’
‘Skanarow, even if he is, that’s hardly a crime in the Malazan military, is it?’
‘It is if there’s a price on his head. If, say, the Claw get wet dreams thinking about killing him, or the Empress has a thousand spies out there looking for him.’
‘For Ruthan Gudd?’
‘For whoever he really is.’
‘And if they are? Does it even matter now, Skanarow? We’re all renegades these days.’
‘The Claw has a long memory.’
‘What’s left of them, after Malaz City. I think they’d save all their venom for the Adjunct and all of us traitorous officers of significance. Heroic veterans such as myself, not to mention the Fists, barring perhaps Blistig. Presumably,’ he continued, ‘you are thinking in the long term. The two of you settling down somewhere, a house overlooking the Kanese beaches, perhaps, with smoke rising from the chimney and a brood of bearded offspring playing with fire-ants and whatnot. For what it is worth, Skanarow, I believe you will face no challenge in sleeping peacefully at night.’
‘I’m beginning to understand how Lieutenant Pores felt when serving under you, Kindly. It all slides past, doesn’t it?’
‘I’m not sure I know what you mean.’
‘Right,’ she drawled. ‘Consider this. Ruthan’s getting nervous. And it’s getting worse. He’s just about combed his beard off his chin. He has troubled dreams. He speaks in his sleep, in languages I’ve never heard before.’
‘Most curious.’
‘For example, have you ever heard of Ahkrast Korvalain?’
Kindly frowned. ‘Can’t say I have, but it sounds Tiste. For example, the Elder Warrens of Kurald Galain and Emurlahn. Similar construction, I’d wager. You might mention it to the High Mage.’
She sighed, looked away. ‘Right. Well, I’d best get back to my squads. The loss of Gesler and Stormy, so soon after Masan lit out-and that other one-well, things are fragile at the moment.’
‘That they are, Skanarow. On your way out, have Corporal Thews bring in my collection.’
‘Your collection?’
‘Combs, Skanarow, combs.’
Master Sergeant Pores sat up, wiping the blood from his nose. Strange motes still floated and drifted in front of his eyes, but he could see that his personal wagon of stores had been ransacked. The two oxen harnessed to it were watching him as they gnawed on their bits. He wondered, briefly, if it was possible to train oxen as guard dogs, but the image of the beasts baring giant square teeth and moaning in a threatening fashion struck him as not quite frightening enough.
As he was picking himself up, brushing dirt and grass from his clothes, the sound of approaching footsteps made him flinch and then straighten, raising his hands defensively.
But there was no need. The newcomers didn’t look particularly threatening. Hedge, and behind him four of his Bridgeburners. ‘What happened to you?’ Hedge asked.
‘Not sure, I’m afraid. Someone came by with a requisition I was, er, unable to fill.’
‘Wrong wax seal on the request?’
‘Something like that.’
Hedge eyed the wagon. ‘Looks like he went and took what he wanted anyway.’