Whiskeyjack shrugged. 'I'd welcome any advice Kallor might provide.'
He noted but chose to ignore Korlat's wry disbelief at this statement.
After a moment, the Malazan continued, 'Follow me.' He nudged his horse forward, down the wide trader road as it wound between groves and across gently humped glades.
Their horses stumbled often, heads drooping as they trotted through the dark. A short while later they approached another ridge, this one cleared of trees. Beyond it, rising slowly as they drew nearer, was the city of Coral, climbing in tiers revealed by dull reflections of torchlight from the streets. The dark mass of the keep was an indistinct presence hunched above the last visible tier.
They reached the ridge and halted.
Korlat studied the lie of the land before them. The killing ground before the city's wall was a sixth of a league across, a single stone bridge spanning a ditch close to the wall. Half a league to the west loomed a forested mountain, the flank facing them wreathed in mist or smoke.
'Aye,' Whiskeyjack said, following her gaze, 'that's where the flashes of sorcery came from. It's where I would have positioned an army to break the siege, were I the Seer.'
'And Dujek has fouled their plans.'
'He's there, I suspect. Likely driven back or surrounded — that magic we saw lighting the sky was mostly Pannion. Quick Ben must have been overwhelmed. I think Dujek's taken a beating, Korlat. We need to draw the Seer's attention away from that mountain, buy the High Fist time to regroup.'
She faced him, was silent for a moment, then said, 'Your soldiers are dead on their feet, Whiskeyjack.' As you are, my love.
'None the less, I will have us lining this ridge come the dawn, the Ilgres Clan on our left, Taur and his White Faces on our right.' He glanced at her. 'I admit the thought of the other … form you can assume still leaves me, uh, alarmed. None the less, if you and Orfantal could take to the sky…'
'My brother and I have already discussed it, Whiskeyjack. He would fly to Dujek. Perhaps his presence will give the Seer's condors pause.'
'More likely draw them like a lodestone, Korlat. With the two of you together, guarding each other …'
'Even alone, we are not easily driven off. No, Dujek's need is greater. I shall take my Soletaken form and guard your forces. Orfantal will strike for the mountain. At the very least, he will be able to determine the disposition of the High Fist and his army.'
She saw the muscles of his jaw bunching beneath the beard. Finally, he sighed and said, 'I fear for you, Korlat — you will be alone above us.'
'With, among your soldiers, my remaining kin — mages all, my love — I shall not be as alone as you imagine.'
Whiskeyjack gathered his reins. 'Have you sensed anything at all of your Lord?'
She shook her head.
'Does that trouble you? No, you've no need to answer that.'
True, it seems there is little I can disguise from you.
'We'd best get back,' Whiskeyjack continued.
Both swung their mounts round.
Had their conversation continued for another half-dozen heartbeats, Korlat — with her preternatural vision — would have seen the first flight of Black Moranth rise from the mountain's forested slope, forty in all, and, flying low, wing hard and fast for the city.
A half-dozen heartbeats, within which Oponn's coin spun…
A single, lazy turn …
From Lady to Lord.
Less than a man's height beneath them, the city's wall blurred past. Once past it, the Moranth swept their quorls still lower, slipped into an avenue between buildings, flying below the roof-lines. A sharp turn at an intersection directed the flight towards the keep.
Paran, struggling to ignore the fierce burning itch of the stitches threading the side of his face, risked a glance down. Feast-piles were visible in the street, many of them still glowing dull red and sheathed in smoke. The occasional torch mounted on building walls revealed cobbles cluttered with refuse. The city slept beneath them, it seemed — he saw not a single guard or soldier.
The captain returned his attention to the keep. Its outer wall was high, well fortified — if anything, stronger than the one enclosing the city. The main structure beyond it was as much raw rock as worked stone. The keep had been carved into a mountainside.
Monstrous gargoyles lined the ragged roof's edge, black and hunched, barely visible as darker blots against the night sky.
Then Paran saw one move.
Condors. Oh, we're in the Abyss now … He thumped on the Moranth's shoulder, jabbed a gloved finger down to the street below. The officer nodded.
