A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

Eunuch.'
    Hull slowly nodded. 'Good. There is much that I must tell you.'
    Her answering smile was wry. 'It was my intent to accord the same to you.'
    They set off for the guest house near the citadel. Once more through the ringed divisions of the Edur city. This time, however, the citizens they passed were silent, sombre. Seren and Hull moved among them like ghosts.
    'I visited the old sites,' Hull said. 'And found signs of activity.'
    'What old sites?' Seren asked.
    'North of the crevasse, the forest cloaks what was once a vast city, stretching on for leagues. It was entirely flag-stoned, the stone of a type I've never seen before. It does not break, and only the action of roots has succeeded in shifting the slabs about.'
    'Why should there be any activity at such places? Beyond that of the usual ghosts and wraiths?'
    Hull glanced at her momentarily, then looked away. 'There are ... kill sites. Piles of bones that have long since turned to stone. Skeletal remains of Tiste. Along with the bones of some kind of reptilian beast—'
    'Yes, I have seen those,' Seren said. 'They are collected and ground into medicinal powder by the Nerek.'
    'Just so. Acquitor, these sites have been disturbed, and the tracks I found were most disconcerting. They are, I believe, draconic.'
    She stared at him in disbelief. 'The Hold of the Dragon has remained inactive, according to the casters of the tiles, for thousands of years.'
    'When did you last speak to a caster?'
    Seren hesitated, thinking back on Feather Witch's efforts. When, it was hinted, all was in flux. 'Very well. Draconic' The thought of dragons, manifest in this world, was terrifying. 'But I cannot see how this relates to the Tiste Edur—'
    'Seren Pedac, you must have realized by now that the Tiste Edur worship dragons. Father Shadow, the three Daughters, they are all draconic. Or Soletaken. In the depths of the crevasse a short distance from here can be found the shattered skull of a dragon. I believe that dragon is Father Shadow, the one the Edur call Scabandari Bloodeye. Perhaps this is the source of the betrayal that seems to be the heart of Edur religion. I found tracks there as well. Edur footprints.'
    'And what significance have you drawn from all this, Hull?'
    'There will be war. A fated war, born of a renewed sense of destiny. I fear for Hannan Mosag, for I think he has grasped a dragon's tail – perhaps more than figuratively. This could prove too much, even for him and his K'risnan.'
    'Hull, the Warlock King no longer rules the Edur.'
    Shock; then his expression darkened. 'Did the delegation arrive with assassins in its company?'
    'He was deposed before the delegation's arrival,' she replied. 'Oh, I don't know where to begin. Binadas's brother, Rhulad. He died, then rose again, within his possession a sword – the gift that Hannan Mosag sought. Rhulad has proclaimed himself emperor. And Hannan Mosag knelt before him.'
    Hull's eyes shone. 'As I said, then. Destiny.'
    'Is that what you choose to call it?'
    'I hear anger in your voice, Acquitor.'
    'Destiny is a lie. Destiny is justification for atrocity. It is the means by which murderers armour themselves against reprimand. It is a word intended to stand in place of ethics, denying all moral context. Hull, you are embracing that lie, and not in ignorance.'
    They had reached the bridge. Hull Beddict halted and rounded on her. 'You knew me once, Seren Pedac. Enough to give me back my life. I am not blind to this truth, nor to the truth of who you are. You are honourable, in a world that devours honour. And would that I had been able to take more from you than I did, to become like you. Even to join my life to yours. But I haven't your strength. I could not refashion myself.' He studied her for a moment, then continued before she could respond. 'You are right, I am not blind. I understand what it means to embrace destiny. What am I trying to tell you is, it is the best I can do.'
    She stepped back, as if buffeted by consecutive blows. Her eyes locked with his, and she saw in them the veracity of his confession. She wanted to scream, to loose her anguish, a sound to ring through the city as if to answer, finally and irrefutably, all that had happened.
    But no. I am a fool to think that others feel as I do. This tide is rising, and there are scant few who would stand before it.
    With heartbreaking gentleness, Hull Beddict reached out and took her arm. 'Come, let us pay a visit to the First Eunuch.'
    'At the very