A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

was mirrored in his own mind. He was a slave. Slaves did what was commanded of them.
    Woodsmoke drifting out from under a broad canopy near the trader wagons. Figures standing beneath it. Acquitor Seren Pedac turned and saw him first. Yes. There is more in her than she realizes. The ghosts like her, hovering like moths around a candle flame. She doesn't even see them. He watched her say something, then the others swung to face him.
    Udinaas halted just outside the tarp, keeping his gaze averted. 'The ruler of the Edur bids you come to the citadel.'
    A soldier growled, then said, 'You stand before your prince, Letherii. Drop to your knees or I'll cut your head from your shoulders.'
    'Then draw your sword,' Udinaas replied. 'My master is Tiste Edur.'
    'He is nothing,' said the young, expensively dressed man at the soldier's side. A flutter of one hand. 'We are invited, finally. First Eunuch, will you lead us?'
    The large, heavy man with a face as sombre as his clothes stepped out to stand beside Udinaas. 'Acquitor, please accompany us.'
    Seren Pedac nodded, drawing her cloak's hood over her head and joining the First Eunuch.
    Udinaas led them back across the bridge. A wind had begun whipping the rain in biting sheets that ripped across their path. Among the longhouses of the nobility, then towards the steps.
    Shadow wraiths swirled before the door.
    Udinaas faced Quillas Diskanar. 'Prince, your bodyguards are not welcome.'
    The young man scowled. 'Wait here with your men, Finadd.'
    Moroch Nevath grunted, then directed his guards to fan out to either side of the citadel's entrance.
    The wraiths edged back to provide a corridor to the double doors.
    Udinaas strode forward and pushed them open, moved inside then turned about. A step behind him were Nifadas and the Acquitor, the prince, his expression dark, trailing.
    The First Eunuch frowned at the curtain at the far end. 'The throne room is filled with Edur nobles? Then why do I hear nothing?'
    'They await your arrival,' Udinaas said. 'The ruler of the Tiste Edur stands on the centre dais. His appearance will startle you—'
    'Slave,' Quillas said, making the word contemptuous, 'we are not anticipating that the negotiations will commence immediately. We are but to be proclaimed guests—'
    'I am not the one to guarantee that,' Udinaas cut in, unperturbed. 'I would advise that you be ready for anything.'
    'But this is absurd—'
    'Let us be about it, then,' the First Eunuch said.
    The prince was not used to these constant interruptions, his face flushing.
    Acquitor Seren Pedac spoke. 'Udinaas, by your words I conclude that Hannan Mosag has been usurped.'
    'Yes.'
    'And Rhulad Sengar has proclaimed himself the new king of the Tiste Edur.'
    'No, Acquitor. Emperor.'
    There was silence for a half-dozen heartbeats, then the prince snorted in disbelief. 'What empire? Six tribes of seal-hunters? This fool has gone mad.'
    'It is one thing,' Nifadas said slowly, 'to proclaim oneself an emperor. It is another to force the Edur nobility to bend knee to such a claim. Udinaas, have they done so?'
    'They have, First Eunuch.'
    'That is... astonishing.'
    'Hannan Mosag?' Seren asked.
    'He too has knelt and pledged allegiance, Acquitor.'
    Once again no-one spoke for a time.
    Then the First Eunuch nodded to Udinaas and said, 'Thank you. I am ready to meet the emperor now.'
    Udinaas nodded and approached the curtain. Pulling it aside, he stepped through into the chamber beyond. The nobles had moved to form an avenue leading down to the centre dais. Everyone was standing. On the dais, Rhulad Sengar leaned on his sword. His motions had dislodged a few coins, leaving mottled patches of burnt skin. Humidity, heat and oil lamps made the air mist-laden and lurid. Udinaas sought to look upon the scene as if he was a stranger, and was shocked at its raw barbarity. These are a fallen people.
    Who would rise anew.
    The First Eunuch and the Acquitor appeared on the threshold, and Nifadas moved to his left to give space for Prince Quillas Diskanar.
    Udinaas raised his voice. 'Emperor. First Eunuch Nifadas and Prince Quillas Diskanar. The Letherii treaty delegation.'
    'Come forward,' came the rasping invitation from the emperor. 'I am Rhulad Sengar, and I proclaim you guests of the Tiste Edur Empire.'
    Nifadas bowed his head. 'We thank your highness for his welcome.'
    'It is the desire of the Letherii king to establish a formal treaty with us,' Rhulad said, then shrugged. 'I was under the impression we