A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

for one am very thirsty.'
    Shurq Elalle watched Ublala Pung close in on the pair of guards who had just come round the corner of the estate's outer wall. They had time to look up in alarm before he threw his punch. Crunching into one jaw, then following through to crack against the other man's temple. Both collapsed. Ublala paused, looking down on them, then headed off in search of more.
    Shurq stepped from the shadows and approached the wall. Wards had been etched into the ochre stone, but she knew they were linked to intrusions by someone living. The heat of a body, the moist breaths, the thump of a heart. Those relating to motion were far more expensive to maintain, and would be reserved for the main house.
    She reached the wall, paused to take a final look round, then quickly scaled it.
    The top was studded with shards of razor-sharp iron that cut deep into the reinforced padding on her gloves. As she drew herself up, the shards cut through the layers of leather and sank into her palms, improving her grip. She would get the lacerations sewn up later, to keep out lint and insects and other creatures that might seek to take up residence in the punctures.
    Her upper body perched above her arms, she studied the compound below. Seeing no-one, she lifted herself over, pivoting on her hands, then edged down onto the other side. She pried her left hand loose of the spikes and gripped the ledge with her fingers, then tugged her right hand loose as well. Freed of the shards, she quickly descended to crouch in the shadows beneath the wall.
    Dozens of guards somewhere ahead, between her and her goal. Men – but no, she couldn't think about that, not right now. Later, with Ublala. Unfortunately, the mindless guest within her understood nothing of the value of anticipation. It knew hunger, and hunger must be appeased. The nature of things alive, she mused, as opposed to things dead. Urgency, dissatisfaction, the burden of appetites. She'd forgotten.
    Four guards standing at the estate entrance, one to either side of the double doors, the remaining two flanking the broad steps. They looked bored. There were windows on the main floor, but these were shuttered. Balconies on the next level – the small doors there would be warded. The uppermost floor consisted of three A-frame rooms facing front, their peaked roofs steep and tiled in slate. Inward of these projections, the estate roof was flat and low-walled, a veritable forest of potted plants and stunted trees. And hidden watchers.
    All in all, seemingly impregnable.
    Just the kind she liked.
    She set out towards the nearest outbuilding, a maintenance shed with a sloped roof that faced onto the compound. Careful, silent steps, then settling alongside the nearest wall of the shed. Where she waited.
    A loud thumping on the front gates.
    The four guards at the estate entrance straightened, exchanged glances. There were at least eight of their comrades patrolling the street and alley beyond the wall. It was too late for a guest, and besides, Master Gerun Eberict was not at home. Alternatively, perhaps he had sent a messenger. But then there would have been a signal from the patrol. No, she could see them conclude, this was unusual.
    The two guards at the base of the steps set off towards the gate, hands on the grips of their swords.
    The thumping stopped when the two men were halfway to the gate. They slowed, drawing weapons.
    Two steps from the gate.
    The twin massive portals exploded inward, taking both guards down beneath the battered wood and bronze. Ublala's forward momentum carried him over the flattened doors and the men trapped beneath them.
    At the top of the stairs, shouts of alarm, and the last two guards were rushing towards the giant.
    'I never done nothing to any of you!' Ublala bellowed, or at least that is what Shurq thought he said – the words were made indistinct by his bristling indignation as he charged the two guards.
    A brief moment of concern for Shurq, since her man was unarmed.
    Swords slashed out. Ublala seemed to slap at them along the flat, and one of the swords cartwheeled through the air. The other ploughed into the pavestones at the giant's feet. A backhand slap spun the nearest man round and off his feet. The remaining guard was screaming, stumbling back. Ublala reached out, caught him by the right arm, and tugged him close.
    'I'm not meat I'm a new body!'
    Or 'I'm not mean to nobody!'
    The guard was dragged off his feet and shaken about in a