A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 3

destroyed, the paradise razed to lifeless desert. Yet it was the First Empire in which the Holds were first discovered. True, the Empty Hold proved a later manifestation, at least in so far as it related to ourselves. Thus, are we to imagine that yet older beliefs survived and were carried to this new land all those millennia ago? Or, conversely, does each land – and its adjoining seas – evoke an indigenous set of beliefs? If that is the case, then the argument supporting the presence of physical, undeniable gods is greatly supported.'
    'But even then,' Brys said, 'there is no evidence that such gods are remotely concerned with mortal affairs. I do not think sailors envisage the hunger I spoke of as a god. More as a demon, I think.'
    'To answer the unanswerable, a need from which we all suffer.' Nifadas sighed. 'Finadd, the independent seal harvesters were all slain. Three of their ships survived the return journey to Trate, crewed up to the very piers by Edur wraiths, yet carried on seas that were more than seas. A demon, such as the sailors swear upon ... yet, it was something far more, or so our Ceda believes. Are you familiar with Faraed beliefs? Theirs is an oral tradition, and if the listing of generations is accurate and not mere poetic pretence, then the tradition is ancient indeed. The Faraed creation myths centre on Elder gods. Each named and aspected, a divisive pantheon of entirely unwholesome personalities. In any case, among them is the Elder Lord of the Seas, the Dweller Below. It is named Mael. Furthermore, the Faraed have singled out Mael in their oldest stories. It once walked this land, Finadd, as a physical manifestation, following the death of an Age.'
    'An Age? What kind of Age?'
    'Of the time before the Faraed, I think. There are ... contradictions and obscurities.'
    'Ceda Kuru Qan believes the demon that carried the ships was this Mael?'
    'If it was, then Mael has suffered much degradation. Almost mindless, a turgid maelstrom of untethered emotions. But powerful none the less.'
    'Yet the Tiste Edur have chained it?'
    Nifadas's thin brows rose. 'Clear a path through a forest and every beast will use it. Is this control? Of a sort, perhaps.'
    'Hannan Mosag sought to make a statement.'
    'Indeed, Finadd, and so he has. Yet is it a true statement or deceptive bravado?'
    Brys shook his head. He had no answer to offer.
    Nifadas swung away once more. 'The king has deemed this of sufficient import. The Ceda even now prepares the ... means. None the less, you deserve the right to be asked rather than commanded.'
    'What is it I am asked to do, First Eunuch?'
    A faint shrug. 'Awaken an Elder god.'
    'There is great flux in the composite. Is this relevant? I think not.' Ceda Kuru Qan pushed his wire-bound lenses further up the bridge of his nose and peered at Brys. 'This is a journey of the mind, King's Champion, yet the risk to you is such that you might as well travel into the netherworld in truth. If your mind is slain, there is no return. Extreme necessity, alas; the king wills that you proceed.'
    'I did not imagine that there would be no danger, Ceda. Tell me, will my martial skills be applicable?'
    'Unknown. But you are young, quick-witted and resilient.' He turned away and scanned the cluttered worktop behind him. 'Great flux, alas. Leaving but one choice.' He reached out and picked up a goblet. A pause, a dubious squint at its contents, then he took a cautious sip. 'Ah! As suspected. The flux in the composite is due entirely to curdled milk. Brys Beddict, are you ready?'
    The King's Champion shrugged.
    Kuru Qan nodded. 'I was going to have you drink this.'
    'Curdled milk will not harm me,' Brys said, taking the goblet from the Ceda. He quickly tossed it down, then set the silver cup on the table. 'How long?'
    'For what?'
    'Until the potion takes effect.'
    'What potion? Come with me. We shall use the Cedance for this journey.'
    Brys followed the old sorceror from the chamber. At the door he cast a glance back at the goblet. The mixture had tasted of citrus and sour goat's milk; he could already feel it bubbling ominously in his stomach. 'I must now assume there was no purpose to what I just drank.'
    'A repast. One of my experiments. I was hoping you'd enjoy it, but judging by your pallor it would seem that that was not the case.'
    'I'm afraid you are correct.'
    'Ah well, if it proves inimical you will no doubt bring it back up.'
    'That's comforting knowledge, Ceda.'
    The remainder of the journey