A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 2

us far too long to go around it. Fear not, we shall endeavour to reach Tavore in time, with our ghastly revelation. But we shall have to pass through the Whirlwind, through Raraku itself, and quietly, carefully. Discovery would prove fatal.'
    'You are delighted with this, aren't you?'
    His eyes widened – a look of his of which she had grown far too fond, she realized with a surge of irritation. 'Unfair, my dear Lostara Yil. I am satisfied that the mystery has been solved, that our task of ascertaining Felisin's fate has
been concluded. As far as we can take it at the moment, that is.'
    'And what of your hunt for the leader of the Talons?'
    'Oh, I think I will find satisfaction in that area soon, as well. All things are converging nicely, in fact.'
    'See, I knew you were pleased!'
    He spread his hands. 'Would you rather I lacerate my flesh in flagellation?' At her cocked eyebrow his gaze narrowed suspiciously for a brief moment, then he drew a breath and resumed, 'We are nearly done, lass, with this mission. And soon we will be able to sit ourselves down in a cool tent, goblets of chilled wine in our hands, and ruminate at leisure over the countless discoveries we have made.'
    'I can't wait,' she remarked drily, crossing her arms.
    He swung about and faced the Whirlwind. The roaring, shrieking maelstrom commanded the sky, spinning out an endless rain of dust. 'Of course, first we will have to breach the goddess's defences, undetected. You are of Pardu blood, so she will take no heed of you. I, on the other hand, am one-fourth Tiste Andii—'
    She started, breath catching. 'You are?'
    He looked back, surprised. 'You didn't know? My mother was from Drift Avalii, a half-blood white-haired beauty – or so I'm told, as I have no direct recollection, since she left me with my father as soon as I'd been weaned.'
    Lostara's imagination conjured up an image of Pearl suckling at his mother's breast, and found the scene alarming. 'So you were a live birth?'
    And smiled at his offended silence.
     
    They made their way down the trail towards the basin, where the Whirlwind's fierce storm raged ceaselessly, rising to tower over them the closer they approached. It was nearing dusk. They were short on food, though they had plenty of water, replenished from the spring near the ruined temple. Lostara's boots were falling apart around her feet,
and Pearl's moccasins were now mostly wrapped rags. The seams of their clothing had frayed and grown brittle beneath the unrelenting sun. Leather had cracked and iron had become pitted and layered in patination and rust-stains from their harrowing passage through the Thyrllan Warren.
    She felt worn out and weathered; in appearance, she knew, looking ten years older than she was in truth. All the more reason for her alternating fury and dismay at seeing Pearl's hale, unlined face and his oddly shaped eyes so clear and bright. The lightness of his step made her want to brain him with the flat of her sword.
    'How do you intend to evade the Whirlwind's notice, Pearl?' she asked as they drew closer.
    He shrugged. 'I have a plan. Which may or may not work.'
    'Sounds like most of your plans. Tell me, then, what precarious role do you have in mind for me?'
    'Rashan, Thyr and Meanas,' he replied. 'The perpetual war. This fragment of warren before us is not fully comprehended by the goddess herself. Not surprising, since she was likely little more than a zephyr spirit to begin with. I, however, do comprehend ... well, better than her, anyway.'
    'Are you even capable of answering succinctly? "Do your feet hurt?" "Oh, the warrens of Mockra and Rashan and Omtose Phellack, from which arise all aches below the knee—"'
    'All right. Fine. I intend to hide in your shadow.'
    'Well, I'm already used to that, Pearl. But I should point out, that Whirlwind Wall is obscuring the sunset rather thoroughly.'
    'True, yet it exists none the less. I will just have to step carefully. Provided, of course, you make no sudden, unexpected moves.'
    'In your company, Pearl, the thought has yet to occur to me.'
    'Ah, that's good. I in turn feel I should point out, however, that you persist in fomenting a certain tension
between us. One that is anything but, uh, professional. Oddly enough, it seems to increase with every insult you throw my way. A peculiar flirtation—'
    'Flirtation? You damned fool. I'd be much happier seeing you fall flat on your face and get beaten helpless by that damned goddess, if only for the