A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 2

crowded with boats. He had not known what to expect, but it was certainly not this. The Barghast are not seafarers . . . not any more. Gods below, these craft must be thousands of years old.
    'Tens of thousands,' the Destriant whispered at his side. 'Even the sorcery that preserves them has begun to fail.'
    Hetan dropped down to land lithely beside the first craft. Itkovian could see that she too was surprised, reaching out tentatively close to but not touching the gunnel, where her hand hovered in trembling uncertainty.
    One of the guards moved his lantern pole directly over the boat.
    Voices gasped.
    Bodies filled the craft, stacked haphazardly, each one wrapped in what looked to be red-stained sailcloth, each limb separately entwined, the rough-woven cloth covering each corpse from head to toe. There appeared to be no desiccation beneath the wrapping.
    Rath'Queen of Dreams spoke, 'The early writings of our Council describe the finding of such dugout canoes ... in most of the barrows razed during the building of Capustan. Each held but a few bodies such as these you see here, and most of the canoes disintegrated in the effort of removing them. However, some measure of respect for the dead was honoured – those corpses not inadvertently destroyed in the excavations were gathered, and reinterred within the surviving craft. There are,' she continued, her words cutting through the silence, 'nine canoes beneath us, and over sixty bodies. It was the belief of scholars at that time that these barrows were not Barghast – I think you can see why that conclusion was reached. You may also note that the bodies are larger – almost Toblakai in stature – supporting the notion that they weren't Barghast. Although, it must be granted, there are most certainly Toblakai traits among Hetan and her people. My own belief is that the Toblakai, the Barghast and the Trell are all from the same stock, with the Barghast having more human blood than the other two. I have little evidence to support my belief, apart from simple observation of physical characteristics and ways of living.'
    'These are our Founding Spirits,' Hetan said. 'The truth screams within me. The truth closes about my heart with iron fingers.'
    'They find their power,' Cafal rumbled from the edge of the pit.
    Karnadas nodded and said quietly, 'They do indeed. Joy and pain ... exaltation tempered by the sorrow for the ones still lost. Shield Anvil, we are witnessing the birth of gods.'
    Itkovian walked over to Cafal, laid a hand on the man's shoulder. 'Sir, how will you take these remains from the city? The Pannions view every god but their own as avowed enemies. They will seek to destroy all that you have found.'
    The Barghast fixed his small, hard eyes on the Shield Anvil. 'We have no answer, wolf. Not yet. But we do not fear. Not now, and not ever again.'
    Itkovian slowly nodded. 'It is well,' he said with fullest understanding, 'when you find yourself in the embrace of your god.'
    Cafal bared his teeth. 'Gods, wolf. We have many. The first Barghast to come to this land, the very first.'
    'Your ancestors have ascended.'
    'They have. Who now dares challenge our pride?'
    That remains to be seen, alas.
     
    'You've an apology to make,' Stonny Menackis said as she stepped out of the practice circle and reached for a cloth to wipe the sweat from her face.
    Gruntle sighed. 'Aye, I'm sorry, lass—'
    'Not to me, you idiot. No point in apologizing for who you are and always will be, is there?' She paused to examine the narrow blade of her rapier, scowled at a nick near the inside edge a hand's span from the tip, and glanced back at the Grey Swords recruit who was still in the circle and awaiting a new opponent. 'Damn woman's green, but a fast learner. Your apology, oaf, should be made to Master Keruli—'
    'Not my master any longer.'
    'He saved our skins, Gruntle, including your worthless hide.'
    Crossing his arms, Gruntle raised a brow. 'Oh, and how did he manage that? Blacking out at the first rush – funny, I didn't see any lightning and conflagration from his Elder God, his nasty Lord—'
    'We all went down, you fool. We were done for. But that priest plucked our souls away – as far as those K'Chain Che'Malle could sense, we were dead. Don't you remember dreaming? Dreaming! Pulled right into that Elder God's own warren. I recall every detail—'
    'I guess I was too busy dying for real,' Gruntle snapped.
    'Yes, you were, and Keruli saved you from that, too.