A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

Then it's not just an idea any more. If you want to know the cheat behind the whole game, it's right there, lasses. Even when money's just an idea, it has power. Only it's not real power. Just the promise of power. But that promise is enough so long as everyone keeps pretending it's real. Stop pretending and it all falls apart.'
    'Unless the diamonds are in your hands,' Shand said.
    'Right. Then it's real power.'
    'That's what you began to suspect, isn't it? So you went and tested it. And everything came within a stumble of falling apart.'
    Tehol smiled. 'Imagine my dismay.'
    'You weren't dismayed,' she said. 'You just realized how deadly an idea could be, in the wrong hands.'
    'They're all the wrong hands, Shand. Including mine.'
    'So you walked away.'
    'And I'm not going back. Do your worst with me. Let Hull know. Take it all down. What's written off can be written back in. The Tolls are good at that. In fact, you'll trigger a boom. Everyone will sigh with relief, seeing that it was all in the game after all.'
    'That's not what we want,' Shand said. 'You still don't get it. When we buy the rest of the islands, Tehol, we do it the same way you did. Ten peaks ... disappearing.'
    'The entire economy will collapse!'
    At that the three women all nodded.
    'You're fanatics!'
    'Even worse,' Rissarh said, 'we're vengeful.'
    'You're all half-bloods, aren't you?' He didn't need their answers to that. It was obvious. Not every half-blood had to look like a half-blood. 'Faraed, for Hejun. You two? Tarthenal?'
    'Tarthenal. Letheras destroyed us. Now, we're going to destroy Letheras.'
    'And,' Rissarh said, smiling again, 'you're going to show us how.'
    'Because you hate your own people,' Shand said. 'The whole rapacious, cold-blooded lot of them. We want those islands, Tehol Beddict. We know about the remnants of the tribes you delivered to the ones you bought. We know they're hiding out there, trying to rebuild all that they had lost. But it's not enough. Walk this city's streets and the truth of that is plain. You did it for Hull. I had no idea he didn't know about it – you surprised me there. You know, I think you should tell him.'
    'Why?'
    'Because he needs healing, that's why.'
    'I can't do that.'
    Shand stepped close and settled a hand on Tehol's shoulder. The contact left him weak-kneed, so unexpected was the sympathy. 'You're right, you can't. Because we both know, it wasn't enough.'
    'Tell him our way,' Hejun said. 'Tehol Beddict. Do it right this time.'
    He pulled away and studied them. These three damned women. 'It's the Errant's curse, that he walks down paths he's walked before. But that trait of yours, of not getting distracted, it blinds both ways, I'm afraid.'
    'What do you mean?'
    'I mean, Shand, that Lether is about to fall – and not through my doing. Find Hull and ask him – I'm sure he's up there, somewhere. In the north. And, you know, it's rather amusing, how he fought so hard for your people, for every one of those tribes Lether then devoured. Because now, knowing what he knows, he's going to fight again. Only, this time, not for a tribe – not for the Tiste Edur. This time, for Lether. Because he knows, my friends, that we've met our match in those damned bastards. This time, it's the Edur who will do the devouring.'
    'What makes you think so?' Shand demanded, and he saw the disbelief in her expression.
    'Because they don't play the game,' he said.
    'What if you're wrong?'
    'It's possible. Either way, it's going to be bloody.'
    'Then let's make it easier for the Tiste Edur.'
    'Shand, you're talking treason.'
    Her lips pressed into a thin line.
    Rissarh barked a laugh. 'You idiot. We've been doing that all along.'
    Errant take me, she's right. 'I'm not convinced a host of barbaric Edur overlords will do any better.'
    'We're not talking about what's better,' Shand said. 'We're talking about revenge. Think of Hull, of what was done to him. Do it back, Tehol.'
    I don't believe Hull would see it that way. Not quite. Not for a long, long time. 'You realize, don't you, that I've worked very hard at cultivating apathy. In fact, it seems to be bear-ing endless fruit.'
    'Yes, the skirt doesn't hide much.'
    'My instincts may be a bit dull.'
    'Liar. They've just been lying in wait and you know it. Where do we start, Tehol Beddict?'
    He sighed. 'All right. First and foremost, we lease out this ground floor. Biri needs the storage.'
    'What about you?'
    'I happen to like my abode, and I don't intend to leave. As