A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

quiet conversation with Hull Beddict. The Letherii, who had sworn his allegiance to Rhulad, who would betray his own people in the war that Trull knew was now inevitable. What has brought us all to this? How can we stop this inexorable march?
    'Do not fight this, brother.'
    Trull looked over at Fear, seated on the bench beside him. 'Fight what?'
    His brother's expression was hard, almost angry. 'He carries the sword, Trull.'
    'That weapon has nothing to do with the Tiste Edur. It is foreign, and it seeks to make its wielder into our god. Father Shadow and his Daughters, they are to be cast aside?'
    'The sword is naught but a tool. It falls to us, to those around Rhulad, to hold to the sanctity of our beliefs, to maintain that structure and so guide Rhulad.'
    Trull stared at Fear. 'He stole your betrothed.'
    'Speak of that again, brother, and I will kill you.'
    His eyes flinched away, and he could feel the thud of his heart, rapid in his chest. 'Rhulad will accept no guidance, not from us, Fear, not from anyone. That sword and the one who made it guide him now. That, and madness.'
    'Madness is what you have decided to see.'
    Trull grunted. 'Perhaps you are right. Tell me, then, what you see.'
    'Pain.'
    And that is something you share. Trull rubbed at his face, slowly sighed. 'Fight this, Fear? There was never a chance.' He looked over again. 'But do you not wonder? Who has been manipulating us, and for how long? You called that sword a tool – are we any different?'
    'We are Tiste Edur. We ruled an entire realm, once. We crossed swords with the gods of this world—'
    'And lost.'
    'Were betrayed.'
    'I seem to recall you shared our mother's doubts—'
    'I was mistaken. Lured into weakness. We all were. But we must now cast that aside, Trull. Binadas understands. So does our father. Theradas and Midik Buhn as well, and those whom the emperor has proclaimed his brothers of blood. Choram Irard, Kholb Harat and Matra Brith—'
    'His unblooded friends of old,' Trull cut in, with a wry smile. 'The three he always defeated in contests with sword and spear. Them and Midik.'
    'What of it?'
    'They have earned nothing, Fear. And no amount of proclaiming can change that. Yet Rhulad would have us take orders from those—'
    'Not us. We too are brothers of blood, you forget. And I still command the warriors of the six tribes.'
    'And how do you think the other noble warriors feel? They have all followed the time-honoured path of blooding and worthy deeds in battle. They now find themselves usurped—'
    'The first warrior under my command who complains will know the edge of my sword.'
    'That edge may grow dull and notched.'
    'No. There will be no rebellion.'
    After a moment, Trull nodded. 'You are probably right, and that is perhaps the most depressing truth yet spoken this day.'
    Fear stood. 'You are my brother, Trull, and a man I admire. But you walk close to treason with your words. Were you anyone else I would have silenced you by now. With finality. No more, Trull. We are an empire now. An empire reborn. And war awaits us. And so I must know – will you fight at the sides of your brothers?'
    Trull leaned his back against the rough wall. He studied Fear for a moment, then asked, 'Have I ever done otherwise?'
    His brother's expression softened. 'No, you have not. You saved us all when we returned from the ice wastes, and that is a deed all now know, and so they look upon you with admiration and awe. By the same token, Trull, they look to you for guidance. There are many who will find their decisions by observing your reaction to what has happened. If they see doubt in your eyes...'
    'They will see nothing, Fear. Not in my eyes. Nor will they find cause for doubt in my actions.'
    'I am relieved. The emperor shall be calling upon us soon. His brothers of blood.'
    Trull also rose. 'Very well. But for now, brother, I feel in need of solitude.'
    'Will that prove dangerous company?'
    If it does, then I am as good as dead. 'It hasn't thus far, Fear.'
    'Leave me now, Hannan Mosag,' the emperor said, his voice revealing sudden exhaustion. 'And take the K'risnan with you. Everyone, go – not you, slave. Mayen, you too, wife. Please go.'
    The sudden dismissal caused a moment of confusion, but moments later the chamber was vacated barring Rhulad and Udinaas. To the slave's eyes, Mayen's departure looked more like flight, her gait stilted as if driven by near hysteria.
    There would be more moments like this, Udinaas suspected. Sudden breaks