‘I ain’t the one staying deliberately stupid, Ges.’
Gesler glared over at the approaching legions. ‘Fine, tell me what they can do.’
‘No. Find out for yourself.’
‘I ain’t being nobody’s Mortal Sword.’
‘Whatever. You just going to stand there, Ges?’
Swearing something under his breath, the soldier walked over to Gunth Mach. ‘Fine, do your sweat thing, it’s not like I just had a swim or nothing-’ As soon as he drew close he snapped his head back, and then rubbed at his eyes. ‘Ow.’
Kalyth sensed a presence at her side.
Bre’nigan. The J’an Sentinel’s milky eyes caught the deepening blue of the day’s end. ‘Against two Shi’gal, I could do nothing.’
The voice in her head shocked her. This ancient Che’Malle had seemed beyond any acknowledgement of her whatsoever. The voice trembled.
‘I have failed.’
As you said, you could do nothing against two Shi’gal, Bre’nigan.
‘The Matron is no more.’
That has been true for some time.
‘Destriant, the wisdom in your words is bitter, but I cannot deny what you say. Tell me, these two humans-they seem… wayward. But then, I know little of your kind.’
‘Wayward? Yes. I know nothing of these Malazans-I have never heard of any tribe by that name. They are… reckless.’
‘It does not matter. The battle shall be final.’
‘Then you think we are lost, too. If that is so, why fight at all?’ Why force me and these two men to our deaths. Let us go!
‘We cannot. You, Destriant, and the Mortal Sword and the Shield Anvil, you are what remains of Gunth’an Acyl’s will. You are the legacy of her mind. Even now, how can we say she was wrong?’
‘You put too much upon us.’
‘Yes.’
She heard Gesler and Stormy arguing again, in their foreign tongue. The Furies were drawing closer, and now two Ve’Gath loped out ahead of the others. Their backs were strangely shaped. ‘There,’ said Kalyth, drawing the attention of the two Malazans. ‘Your mounts.’
‘We’re going to ride those ?’
‘Yes, Mortal Sword. They were bred for you and for the Shield Anvil.’
‘The one for Stormy’s got the saddle around the wrong way. How’s he going to stick his head up the Ve’Gath’s ass, where he’ll feel at home?’
Kalyth’s eyes widened.
Stormy laughed. ‘With you in charge, Ges, I’ll hide anywhere. You barely managed a measly squad. Now you got thirty thousand lizards expectin’ you to take charge.’
Gesler looked sick. ‘Got any spare room up that butt hole, Stormy?’
‘I’ll let you know, but just so you’re clear on this, when I shut the door it stays shut.’
‘You always were a selfish bastard. Can’t figure why we ever ended up friends.’
The Ve’Gath lumbered up to them.
Gesler glanced at Stormy and spoke in Falari. ‘All right, I guess this is it.’
‘I can taste their thoughts-all of them,’ said Stormy. ‘Even these two.’
‘Aye.’
‘Gesler, these Ve’Gath-they ain’t nasty-looking horses-they’re smart. We’re the beasts of burden here.’
‘And we’re supposed to be commanding them. The Matron got it all wrong, didn’t she.’
Stormy shook his head. ‘No point in arguing, though. The One Daughter told me-’
‘Aye, me too. A bloody coup. I imagine those Assassins figured out-and rightly so-just how redundant we are. Kalyth too. Stormy, I can reach out to them all. I can see through the eyes of any one of them. Except Gunth Mach.’
‘Aye, she’s built thick walls. I wonder why. Listen, Ges, I really have no idea what it is a Shield Anvil’s supposed to do.’
‘You’re a giant pit everybody bleeds into, Stormy. Funny your dreams didn’t mention that bit. But for this battle, I need you to command the Ve’Gath directly-’
‘Me? What about you?’
‘The K’ell Hunters. They’re fast, they can get in and out and with their speed they will be the deadliest force on the field.’
‘Ges, this is a stupid war, you know. The world’s not big enough for Long-Tails and Short-Tails both? Stupid. There’s barely any left as it is. Like the last two scorpions busy killing each other, when the desert covers a whole damned continent.’
‘The slaves are loose,’ Gesler replied. ‘With a few hundred generations of repressed hate to feed off. They won’t be satisfied until the last Che’Malle is a chopped-up carcass.’
