A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

whole, her face luminous, her grey eyes quizzical as she studied him. 'Son of Debt,' she said, then sighed. 'They say you cut me free. Even as the Wyval tore into you. You cared nothing for that.' She studied him for a moment longer, then said, 'Your love burns my eyes, Udinaas. What am I to do about this truth?'
    He found he could speak. 'Do nothing, Feather Witch. I know what is not to be. I would not surrender this burden.'
    'No. I see that.'
    'What has happened? Am I dying?'
    'You were. Uruth, wife to Tomad Sengar, came in answer to our ... distress. She drew upon Kurald Emurlahn, and has driven the Wyval away. And now she works healing upon us both. We lie side by side, Udinaas, on the blood-soaked earth. Unconscious. She wonders at our reluctance to return.'
    'Reluctance?'
    'She finds she struggles to heal our wounds – I am resisting her, for us both.'
    'Why?'
    'Because I am troubled. Uruth senses nothing. Her power feels pure to her. Yet it is ... stained.'
    'I do not understand. You said Kurald Emurlahn—'
    'Aye. But it has lost its purity. I do not know how, or what, but it has changed. Among all the Edur, it is changed.'
    'What are we to do?'
    She sighed. 'Return, now. Yield to her command. Offer our gratitude for her intervention, for the healing of our torn flesh. And in answer to the many questions she has, we can say little. It was confused. Battle with an unknown demon. Chaos. And of this conversation, Udinaas, we will say nothing. Do you understand?'
    'I do.'
    She reached down and he felt her hand close about his – suddenly he was whole once more – and its warmth flowed through him.
    He could hear his heart now, thundering in answer to that touch. And another heart, distant yet quickly closing, beating in time. But it was not hers, and Udinaas knew terror.
    His mother stepped back, the knot of her brow beginning to unclench. 'They approach,' she said.
    Trull stared down at the two slaves. Udinaas, from his own household. And the other, one of Mayen's servants, the one they knew as Feather Witch for her divinatory powers. The blood still stained the puncture holes in their shirts, but the wounds themselves had closed. Another kind of blood was spilled across Udinaas's chest, gold and glistening still.
    'I should outlaw these castings,' Hannan Mosag growled. 'Permitting Letherii sorcery in our midst is a dangerous indulgence.'
    'Yet there is value, High King,' Uruth said, and Trull could see that she was still troubled.
    'And that is, wife of Tomad?'
    'A clarion call, High King, which we would do well to heed.'
    Hannan Mosag grimaced. 'There is Wyval blood upon the man's shirt. Is he infected?'
    'Possibly,' Uruth conceded. 'Much of that which passes for a soul in a Letherii is concealed from my arts, High King.'
    'A failing that plagues us all, Uruth,' the Warlock King said, granting her great honour by using her true name. 'This one must be observed at all times,' he continued, eyes on Udinaas. 'If there is Wyval blood within him, the truth shall be revealed eventually. To whom does he belong?'
    Tomad Sengar cleared his throat. 'He is mine, Warlock King.'
    Hannan Mosag frowned, and Trull knew he was thinking of his dream, and of his decision to weave into its tale the Sengar family. There were few coincidences in the world. The Warlock King spoke in a harder voice. 'This Feather Witch, she is Mayen's, yes? Tell me, Uruth, could you sense her power when you healed her?'
    Trull's mother shook her head. 'Unimpressive. Or ...'
    'Or what?'
    Uruth shrugged. 'Or she hid it well, despite her wounds. And if that is the case, then her power surpasses mine.'
    Impossible. She is Letherii. A slave and still a virgin.
    Hannan Mosag's grunt conveyed similar sentiments. 'She was assailed by a Wyval, clearly a creature that proved far beyond her ability to control. No, the child stumbles. Poorly instructed, ignorant of the vastness of all with which she would play. See, she only now regains awareness.'
    Feather Witch's eyes fluttered open, revealing little comprehension, and that quickly overwhelmed by animal terror.
    Hannan Mosag sighed. 'She will be of no use to us for a time. Leave them in the care of Uruth and the other wives.' He faced Tomad Sengar. 'When Binadas returns ...'
    Tomad nodded.
    Trull glanced over at Fear. Behind him knelt the slaves that had attended the casting, heads pressed to the earth and motionless, as they had been since Uruth's arrival. It seemed Fear's hard eyes were fixed upon