A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

already had one. And, while we honour it, your people do not. Thus, what value a new agreement?'
    As the First Eunuch was about to speak, Quillas stepped forward. 'You confiscated a harvest of tusked seals. So be it. Such things cannot be reversed, can they? None the less, there is the matter of debt.'
    Udinaas smiled, not needing to look up to see the shocked expressions from the gathered nobility.
    'Hannan Mosag,' Rhulad said after a moment, 'will speak for the Edur in this matter.'
    Udinaas glanced up to see the once-Warlock King stepping forward to stand in front of the dais. He was without expression. 'Prince, you will need to explain how you Letherii have arrived at the notion of debt. The harvest was illegal – do you deny it?'
    'We do not – no, Nifadas, I am speaking. As I was saying to you, Hannan Mosag, we do not dispute the illegality of the harvest. But its illegality does not in turn refute the reality that it took place. And that harvest, conducted by Letherii, is now in Edur hands. The present treaty, you may recall, has an agreed market value for tusked seals, and it is this price we expect to be honoured.'
    'Extraordinary logic, Prince,' Hannan Mosag said, his voice a smooth rumble.
    'We are, fortunately,' Quillas continued, 'prepared for a compromise.'
    'Indeed?'
    Udinaas wondered why Nifadas was remaining silent. His lack of interruption could only be interpreted as tacit allegiance to the prince and the position he was advocating.
    'A compromise, yes. The debt shall be forgiven, in exchange for land. Specifically, the remainder of Trate Reach, which, as we both know, serves only as seasonal fishing camps for your people. Such camps would not be prohibited, of course. They shall remain available to you, for a modest percentage of your catch.'
    'As it now stands, then,' Hannan Mosag said, 'we begin this treaty in your debt.'
    'Yes.'
    'Based upon the presumption that we possess the stolen harvest.'
    'Well, of course—'
    'But we do not possess it, Prince Quillas Diskanar.'
    'What? But you must!'
    'You are welcome to visit our store houses for yourself,' Hannan Mosag went on reasonably. 'We punished the harvesters, as was our right. But we did not retrieve the harvest.'
    'The ships arrived in Trate with their holds empty!'
    'Perhaps, in fleeing our wrath, they discharged their burden, so as to quicken their pace. Without success, as it turned out.' As the prince simply stared, Hannan Mosag went on, 'Thus, we are not in your debt. You, however, are in ours. To the market value of the harvested tusked seals. We are undecided, at the moment, on the nature of recompense we will demand of you. After all, we have no need of coin.'
    'We have brought gifts!' Quillas shouted.
    'For which you will then charge us, with interest. We are familiar with your pattern of cultural conquest among neighbouring tribes, Prince. That the situation is now reversed earns our sympathy, but as you are wont to say, business is business.'
    Nifadas finally spoke. 'It seems we have much to consider, the two of us, Emperor. Alas, our journey has been long and wearying. Perhaps you could permit us to retire for a time, to reconvene this meeting on the morrow?'
    'Excellent idea,' Rhulad said, the coins on his face twisting as he smiled. 'Udinaas, escort the delegation to the guest longhouse. Then return here. A long night awaits us.'
    The prince stood like a puppet with its strings cut. The faces of the Acquitor and the First Eunuch, however, remained composed.
    Even so, it seems we are all puppets here ...
    Trull Sengar watched the slave lead the Acquitor and the delegation out of the chamber. The world had not crumbled, it had shattered, and before his eyes he saw the jagged pieces, a chamber fissured and latticed, a thousand shards bearing countless reflected images. Edur faces, broken crowds, the smear of smoke. Disjointed motion, a fevered murmur of sound, the liquid glint of gold and a sword as patched and fragmented as everything else in sight.
    Like a crazed mosaic, slowly being reassembled by a madman's hand. He did not know where he belonged, where he fit. Brother to an emperor. It is Rhulad, yet it is not. I don't know him. And I know him all too well and, Daughter take me, I am frightened most by that.
    Hannan Mosag had been speaking quietly with Rhulad, conveying an ease with his new role that Trull knew was intended to calm the witnesses gathered here. Trull wondered what it was costing the Warlock King.
    A nod and a