A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

visceral honour remaining to the Tiste Edur. And in her face was yet another promise. She would withstand his crimes, because there was no choice. A promise that was also a lesson to everyone present. Withstand. Suffer. Live as you must now live. There will, one day, be answer to this.
    Yet Trull wondered. Who could give answer? What waited in the world beyond the borders of their knowledge, sufficiently formidable to challenge this monstrosity? And how long would they have to wait? We were fallen, and the emperor proclaims that we shall rise again. He is insane, for we are not rising. We are falling, and I fear there will be no end to that descent.
    Until someone gave answer.
    Rhulad had stopped speaking, as if growing aware that something was happening among his followers, something that had nothing to do with him and his newfound power. He rose suddenly from the chair. 'This gathering is done. Hannan Mosag, you and your K'risnan will remain here with me and the Empress, for we have much to discuss. Udinaas, bring to Mayen her slaves, so that they may attend her needs. The rest, leave me now. Spread the word of the rise of the new empire of the Edur. And, brothers and sisters, see to your weapons ...'
    Please, someone, give answer to this.
    * * *
    A dozen paces from the citadel a figure emerged from the rain to stand in front of Udinaas.
    The Acquitor.
    'What has he done?'
    Udinaas studied her for a moment, then shrugged. 'He stole his brother's betrothed. We have an empress, and she does poorly at a brave face.'
    'The Edur are usurped,' Seren Pedac said. 'And a tyrant sits on the throne.'
    Udinaas hesitated, then said, 'Tell the First Eunuch. You must prepare for war.'
    She revealed no surprise at his words; rather, a heavy weariness dulled her eyes. She turned away, walked into the rain and was gone.
    I am a bearer of good tidings indeed. And now, it's Feather Witch's turn ...
    Rain rushed down from the sky, blinding and blind, indifferent and mindless, but it held no meaning beyond that. How could it? It was just rain, descending from the sky's massed legion of grieving clouds. And the crying wind was the breath of natural laws, born high in the mountains or out at sea. Its voice promised nothing.
    There was no meaning to be found in lifeless weather, in the pulsing of tides and in the wake of turning seasons.
    No meaning to living and dying, either.
    The tyrant was clothed in gold, and the future smelled of blood.
    It meant nothing.

BOOK THREE

ALL THAT LIES UNSEEN
    The man who never smiles
Drags his nets through the deep
And we are gathered
To gape in the drowning air
Beneath the buffeting sound
Of his dreaded voice
Speaking of salvation
In the repast of justice done
And fed well on the laden table
Heaped with noble desires
He tells us all this to hone the edge
Of his eternal mercy
Slicing our bellies open
One by one.
    In the Kingdom of Meaning Well
Fisher kel Tath

CHAPTER TWELVE
    The frog atop the stack of coins dares not jump.
    Poor Umur's Sayings
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    'Five wings will buy you a grovel. I admit, master, the meaning of that saying escapes me.'
    Tehol ran both hands through his hair, pulling at the tangles. 'Ouch. It's the Eternal Domicile, Bugg. Wings numbering five, a grovel at the feet of the Errant, at the feet of destiny. The empire is risen. Lether awakens to a new day of glory.'
    They stood side by side on the roof.
    'But the fifth wing is sinking. What about four wings?'
    'Gulls in collision, Bugg. My, it's going to be hot, a veritable furnace. What are the tasks awaiting you today?'
    'My first meeting with Royal Engineer Grum. The shoring up we've done with the warehouses impressed him, it seems.'
    'Good.' Tehol continued staring out over the city for another moment, then he faced his servant. 'Should it have?'
    'Impressed him? Well, the floors aren't sagging and they're bone dry. The new plaster isn't showing any cracks. The owners are delighted—'
    'I thought I owned those warehouses.'
    'Aren't you delighted?'
    'Well, you're right, I am. Every one of me.'
    'That's what I told the Royal Engineer when I responded to his first missive.'
    'What about the people fronting me on those investments?'
    'They're delighted, too.'
    'Well,' Tehol sighed, 'it's just that kind of day, isn't it?'
    Bugg nodded. 'Must be, master.'
    'And is that all you have planned? For the whole day?'
    'No. I need to scrounge some food. Then I need to visit Shand and her partners to give them that list of yours again. It