A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 2

has stolen my life! ' the Mhybe screamed, gnarled hands closing to fists from which the blood within them fled. The Rhivi woman stared at those fists, eyes wide as if they were seeing a stranger's hands, skeletal and dead, there at the end of her thin arms. 'Oh, Crone,' she cried softly. 'She has stolen my life . . .'
    The Great Raven spread her wings, tilted forward on the pole, then dropped in a smooth curve to thud on the ground before the Mhybe. 'You must speak with her.'
    'I cannot!'
    'She must be made to understand—'
    'She knows, Crone, she knows. What would you have me do – ask my daughter to stop growing? This river flows unceasing, unceasing ...'
    'Rivers can be dammed. Rivers can be ... diverted.'
    'Not this one, Crone.'
    'I do not accept your words, my love. And I shall find a way. This I swear.'
    'There is no solution – do not waste your time, my friend. My youth is gone, and it cannot be returned, not by alchemy and not by sorcery – Tellann is an unassailable warren, Crone. What it demands cannot be undone. And should you somehow succeed in stopping this flow, what then? You would have me an old woman for decades to come? Year after year, trapped within this cage? There is no mercy in that – no, it would be a curse unending. No, leave me be, please ...'
    Footsteps approached from behind. A moment later Korlat lowered herself to the Mhybe's side, laid a protective arm around her and held her close. 'Come,' the Tiste Andii murmured. 'Come with me.'
    The Mhybe let Korlat help her to her feet. She felt ashamed at her own weakness, but all her defences had crumbled, her pride was in tatters, and she felt in her soul nothing but helplessness. I was a young woman once. What point in raging at the loss? My seasons have tumbled, it is done. And the life within fades, whilst the life beyond flowers. This is a battle no mortal can win, but where, dear spirits, is the gift of death? Why do you forbid me an end?
    She straightened slightly in Korlat's arms. Very well, then. Since you have already so cursed my soul, the taking of my own life can cause me no greater pain. Very well, dear spirits, I shall give you my answer. I shall defy your plans. 'Take me to my tent,' she said.
    'No,' Korlat said.
    The Mhybe twisted round, glared up at the Tiste Andii. 'I said—'
    'I heard you, Mhybe, indeed, more than you intended me to hear. The answer is no. I shall remain at your side, and I am not alone in my faith—'
    The Rhivi woman snorted. 'Faith? You are Tiste Andii! Do you take me for a fool with your claims to faith?'
    Korlat's expression tightened and she looked away. 'Perhaps you are right.'
    Oh, Korlat, I am sorry for that – I would take it back, I swear —
    'None the less,' the Tiste Andii continued, 'I shall not abandon you to despair.'
    'I am familiar with being a prisoner,' the Mhybe said, angry once again. 'But I warn you, Korlat – I warn you all, hatred is finding fertile soil within me. And in your compassion, in your every good intention, you nurture it. I beg you, let me end this.'
    'No, and you underestimate our resilience, Mhybe. You'll not succeed in turning us away.'
    'Then you shall indeed drag me into hatred, and the price will be all I hold dear within me, all that you might have once valued.'
    'You would make our efforts worthless?'
    'Not by choice, Korlat – and this is what I am telling you
    –I have lost all choice. To my daughter. And now, to you.
You will create of me a thing of spite, and I beg you again –
if you care for me at all – to let me cease this terrible
journey.'
    'I'll not give you permission to kill yourself, Mhybe. If it must be hate that fuels you, so be it. You are under the care – the guardianship – of the Tiste Andii, now.'
    The Rhivi woman sagged, defeated. She struggled to fashion words for the feelings within her, and what came to her left her cold.
    Self-pity. To this I have fallen ...
    All right, Korlat, you've won for now.
     
    'Burn is dying.'
    Caladan Brood and Anomander Rake stood alone in the tent, the remnants of tension still swirling around them. From the sounds in the clearing outside the mage Quick Ben seemed to have succeeded in pulling the massive wooden card back to the ground, and a discussion was under way as to what to do with it.
    The Son of Darkness removed his gauntlets, letting them drop to the tabletop before facing the warlord. 'Barring the one thing you must not do, can you do nothing else?'
    Brood shook his head. 'Old