'Ascendancy is born of experience,' Korlat said. 'An interesting notion, Mhybe.'
'And experience. tempers,' the Rhivi woman nodded.
'Thus, Kallor's fear,' Brood rumbled, rising from his chair with a restless sigh. 'Untempered power.'
'It may be,' Korlat said in a low voice, 'that Kallor himself is the cause of the child's impatience — she seeks to become a woman in order to alleviate his fears.'
'I'd doubt he'd appreciate the irony,' the warlord muttered. 'Alleviate, you said? Thinking on it, more likely she knows she'll have to defend herself against him sooner or later-'
'A secret hovers between them,' Korlat murmured.
There was silence. All knew the truth of that, and all were troubled. One of the souls within Silverfox had crossed paths with Kallor before. Tattersail, Bellurdan or Nightchill.
After a long moment, Brood cleared his throat. 'Life experiences … the child possesses those, does she not, Mhybe? The three Malazan mages …'
The Mhybe smiled wearily. 'A Thelomen, two women, and myself — one father and three reluctant mothers to the same child. The father's presence seems so faint that I have begun to suspect it exists only as Nightchill's memory. As for the two women, I am seeking to discover who they were, and what I have learned thus far — of Tattersail — comforts me.'
'And Nightchill?' Korlat asked.
Brood interjected, 'Did not Rake kill her here at Pale?'
'No, Nightchill was ambushed — betrayed — by the High Mage Tayschrenn,' the Tiste Andii replied. 'We have been informed,' she added drily, 'that Tayschrenn has since fled back to the Empress.' Korlat faced the Mhybe again. 'What have you learned of her?'
'I have seen flashes of darkness within Silverfox,' the Rhivi woman replied reluctantly, 'which I would attribute to Nightchill. A seething anger, a hunger for vengeance, possibly against Tayschrenn. At some time, perhaps soon, there will be a clash between Tattersail and Nightchill — the victor will come to dominate my daughter's nature.'
Brood was silent for a half-dozen breaths, then said, 'What can we do to aid this Tattersail?'
'The Malazans are seeking to do that very thing, Warlord. Much rests on their efforts. We must have faith in them. In Whiskeyjack, and in Captain Paran — the man who was once Tattersail's lover.'
'I have spoken with Whiskeyjack,' Korlat said. 'He possesses an unshakeable integrity, Warlord. An honourable man.'
'I hear your heart in your words,' Brood observed.
Korlat shrugged. 'Less cause to doubt me, then, Caladan. I am not careless in such matters.'
The warlord grunted. 'I dare not take another step in that direction,' he said wryly. 'Mhybe, hold close to your daughter. Should you begin to see the spirit of Nightchill rising and that of Tattersail setting, inform me at once.'
And should that occur, my telling you will see my daughter killed.
'My thoughts,' Brood continued, his thin eyes fixed on her, 'are not settled on that matter. Rather, such an event may well lead to my more directly supporting the Malazans in their efforts on Tattersail's behalf.'
The Mhybe raised her brows. 'Precisely how, Warlord?'
'Have faith in me,' Brood said.
The Rhivi woman sighed, then nodded. 'Very well, I shall so inform you.'
The tent flap was drawn back and Hurlochel, Brood's standard-bearer, entered. 'Warlord,' he said, 'the Darujhistan contingent approach our camp.'
'Let us go to meet them, then.'
Since arriving, the hooded driver seemed to have fallen asleep. The huge, ornate carriage's double doors opened from within and a regent-blue slippered foot emerged. Arrayed before the carriage and its train of six jewel-decked horses, in a crescent, were the representatives of the two allied armies: Dujek, Whiskeyjack, Twist and Captain Paran to the left, and Caladan Brood, Kallor, Korlat, Silverfox and the Mhybe to the right.
The Rhivi matron had been left exhausted by the events of the night just past, and her meeting with Brood had added yet more layers of weariness — the holding back on so much in the face of the warlord's hard questions had been difficult, yet, she felt, necessary. Her daughter's meeting with Paran had been far more strained and uncertain than the Mhybe had suggested to Brood. Nor had the intervening hours since then diminished the awkwardness of the situation. Worse, the reunion may have triggered something within Silverfox — the child had drawn heavily on the Mhybe since then, stripping away year after year from her mother's failing life. Is it Tattersail behind the fevered demand on my life-spirit? Or Nightchill?
