L’oric closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the damp stone wall. ‘Deragoth. What happened to them? Why are they here and not there?’
‘I don’t know. Probably it had something to do with the violent collapse of the First Empire.’
‘What warren is this?’
‘Not a warren at all, L’oric. A memory. Soon to end, I believe, since it is… shrinking. Fly northward and by day’s end you will see before you a wall of nothingness, of oblivion.’
‘A memory. Whose memory?’
Osric shrugged. ‘Raraku’s.’
‘You make that desert sound as if it is alive, as if it is an entity.’
‘Isn’t it?’
‘You’re saying it is?’
‘No, I’m not saying that. I was asking you-have you not just come from there?’
L’oric opened his eyes and regarded his father. You are a frustrating man. No wonder Anomander Rake lost his temper . ‘What of those half-humans that ran with these Deragoth?’
‘A quaint reversal, wouldn’t you say? The Deragoth’s only act of domestication. Most scholars, in their species-bound arrogance, believe that humans domesticated dogs, but it may well have been the other way round, at least to start. Who ran with whom?’
‘But those creatures aren’t humans. They’re not even Imass.’
‘No, but they will be, one day. I’ve seen others, scampering on the edges of wolf packs. Standing upright gives them better vision, a valuable asset to complement the wolves’ superior hearing and sense of smell. A formidable combination, but the wolves are the ones in charge. That will eventually change… but not for those serving the Deragoth, I suspect.’
‘Why?’
‘Because something is about to happen. Here, in this trapped memory. I only hope that I will be privileged to witness it before the world fades entirely.’
‘You called the Deragoth “Hounds of Darkness”. Are they children of Mother Dark, then?’
‘They are no-one’s children,’ Osric growled, then he shook his head. ‘They have that stench about them, but in truth I have no idea. It just seemed an appropriate name. “Deragoth” in the Tiste Andu tongue.’