Dust of Dreams (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #9) 61
Gesler called out as they approached. ‘Hedge?’
A figure came round one end of the carriage and walked over. ‘Gesler? You deserting the Bonehunters? Come to join the Bridgeburners? Smart lads-the legend’s right here and nowhere else. I got these soldiers stepping smart, but they could do with your learnin’ and that’s a fact.’
‘Enough of the rubbish,’ Gesler said. ‘Where’s your two beauties?’
‘Aw, Gesler, they’re beat, honest-’
‘Wake ’em up, both of them. Stormy here’s got a need.’
‘You got a need, you mean-’
‘No, both of them for him. By the time I come to collect my corporal, I want this man’s rope so stretched it’s tangled round his ankles. I want to see bludgeoned bliss in his tiny blue eyes and curly black hairs in his beard. Tell the lovelies I’ll pay triple the going rate.’
‘Fine, only you got to consider what I said. About deserting, I mean.’
‘Capital offence, Hedge.’
‘Unofficial transfer, then.’
‘Keneb would never allow it.’
‘Fine, then just march with my squads for a week or so, alongside like, right? Give ’em advice and stuff-’
‘Advice?’ Gesler snorted. ‘Like what? “Don’t die, soldiers.” “First hint of trouble, strap on and belt up.” “Your weapon’s the thing strapped to your web.” How’s that?’
‘That’s perfect!’
‘Hedge, what in Hood’s name are you doing here?’
The sapper glanced round, and then grasped Stormy by an arm. ‘See those tents, those big ones there? Go on, Corporal, tell the lasses it’s a special order.’
Stormy scowled across at Gesler, who scowled back.
‘I never rolled with real fat women before-’
‘Nothing like it,’ Hedge said. ‘Get one under ya and one over ya and it’s all pillows. Go on, Stormy, me and Ges got to talk.’
‘Pillows, huh?’
‘Aye. Nice warm pillows. Step smartly now, Corporal. There you go.’
As the Falari trundled off, Hedge looked round suspiciously once more, and then gestured for Gesler to follow.
‘Bottle’s using bats,’ Hedge muttered as they walked away from the firelight. ‘Almost skewered one of his rats, y’see, so now he’s gone more cagey.’
‘What’re you up to that’s got him so curious, Hedge?’
‘Nothing. Honest.’
‘Gods below, you’re a bad liar.’
‘Just comes from being a legend, Ges, all that fawning and spying. Y’get used to it, so the precautions, they come natural now. All right, this will do.’
They had walked a dozen or so paces past the ornate carriage, out beyond the faint glows from the fires, and then Hedge had led him into a circle of low stones which Gesler assumed was an old tipi ring. They now stood within it.
‘Bottle could use anything out here, Hedge-’
‘No he can’t. I got my company mage to seal this circle. We do this every night, for our staff meetings.’
‘Your what?’
‘Me, my sergeants, corporals and Bavedict. Daily reports, right? To stay on top of things.’
‘What things?’
‘Things. Now, listen, you heard anything yet about what happened earlier?’
Gesler shrugged. ‘Some. There was a gate and someone came through it. Someone stinking with power.’
Hedge was nodding and then he changed it to shaking his head. ‘That’s nothing-so some nasty’s shown up-that means he’s here, in the real world. Anyone here in the real world can die from a damned rotten tooth, or a knife, or whatever. I ain’t shaking in my boots, and if I have to, I’ll kiss a quarrel’s point and whisper the fool’s name. A bolt in the eye can fuck up even a god’s day. No, what really matters is what happened before he showed up.’
‘Go on.’
‘It’s Hood.’
‘What about him? Oh, right, you and he are best friends these days-or bitter enemies-how does he take you coming back, anyway?’
‘Probably not well, but it don’t matter any more. I won.’
‘You won what?’
‘I won! The Harrower’s gone and gotten killed! The God of Death is dead! Head chopped right off! A carcass but no grin, a bouncer down the hill, a roll and wobble and blink, a mouth mover, a hat stand-’
‘Hold on, Hedge! What-who-but that doesn’t make sense! How-’