A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 2

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    Lady Envy had seen them. 'Lieutenant dear! What a relief to see you well. Could you believe the audacity of that white-haired, sword-stuffed—'
    'Would you be referring to me?' a deep voice asked.
    Through the gloom stepped Anomander Rake. 'Had I known you were within the keep, Lady Envy, I would have brought Moon's Spawn all the way down.'
    'Oh, what a thing to say!'
    'What are you doing here?' the Son of Darkness growled.
    'Oh, this and that, my love. And aren't you looking very martial this afternoon – it's still afternoon, isn't it? Hard to tell here.'
    'Oh,' Blend whispered, 'there's history between those two.'
    'Really,' Picker quietly drawled, 'and how could you tell?' Damned lady – not a scuff on that telaba. Now there's a different world from mine. Yet there we stood, side by side, in that hallway.
    Anomander Rake was eyeing the woman standing before him. 'What do you want, Envy?'
    'Why, I have travelled half a continent, you ungrateful man, to deliver to you words of most vital import.'
    'Let's hear them, then.'
    Lady Envy blinked, looked around. 'Here, my love? Wouldn't you rather somewhere more ... private?'
    'No. I have things to do. Out with it.'
    She crossed her arms. 'Then I will, though the gods know why I bother bravely retaining this generous mood of mine—'
    'Envy.'
    'Very well. Hear me, then, Wielder of Dragnipur. My dear father, Draconus, plots to escape the chains within the sword. How do I know? Blood whispers, Anomander.'
    The Lord of Moon's Spawn grunted. 'I am surprised he's taken this long. Well, what of it?'
    Envy's eyes went wide. 'Is this bravado madness? In case you've forgotten, we worked damned hard to slay him the first time!'
    Picker glanced over at Blend, saw the woman standing slack-jawed as she stared at Rake and Envy.
    'I don't recall you doing much,' Anomander Rake was saying, 'at the time. You stood by and watched the battle—'
    'Precisely! And what do you think my father thought of that?'
    The Lord of Moon's Spawn shrugged. 'He knew enough not to ask for your help, Envy. In any case, I heed your warning, but there is scant little I can do about it, at least until Draconus actually manages to free himself.'
    The woman's dark eyes narrowed. 'Tell me, my dear, what – if anything – do you know of the Master of the Deck?'
    Rake's brows rose. 'Ganoes Paran? The mortal who walked within Dragnipur? The one who sent the two Hounds of Shadow into Kurlad Galain's gate?'
    Envy stamped her foot. 'You are insufferable!'
    The Tiste Andii Lord turned away. 'We've spoken enough, Envy.'
    'They will seek a way to break the sword!'
    'Aye, they might.'
    'Your very life totters on the whim of a mortal man!'
    Anomander Rake paused, glanced back at her. 'I'd best step careful, then, hadn't I?' A moment later, he continued on, into the loose crowd of Tiste Andii.
    Hissing in exasperation, Envy set off in pursuit.
    Blend slowly faced Picker. 'Ganoes Paran? The captain?'
    'Mull on it some other time,' Picker replied. 'Either way, in the end, it's nothing to do with us.' She slowly straightened. 'Gather 'em up, Blend. We're for the north gate.'
    'Aye, sir. Shouldn't take long.'
    'I'll be at the arch.'
    'Lieutenant? Picker?'
    'What?'
    'You did what you could.'
    'Wasn't good enough, was it?' Without waiting for a reply, Picker set off. Tiste Andii parted to either side to let her pass. She neared the blackened arch.
    'A moment.'
    Picker turned to see Anomander Rake approach.
    Picker's eyes involuntarily shied from the Tiste Andii's hard, unhuman gaze.
    'I would walk with you,' he said.
    Unsettled by the attention, she glanced back at Lady Envy, who was now busy examining the unconscious Seguleh warrior. You're a brave woman, Lady – you didn't even flinch.
    The Son of Darkness must have followed her gaze, for he sighed. 'I've no interest in resuming that particular conversation, Lieutenant. And should she decide to awaken that Seguleh – and given her present mood she just might – well, I'm not inclined to resume that old argument, either. I assume you and your squad are marching to the command position north of the city.'
    Were we? I hadn't thought that far. She nodded.
    'May I join you, then?'
    Gods below! Picker drew a deep breath, then said, 'We're not pleasant company at the moment, Lord.'
    'No indeed. Yet you are worthy company.'
    She met his eyes at that, wondering.
    He grimaced, then said, 'I regret my late arrival. Nor was I aware that there were Malazan soldiers within the