A Malazan Book of the Fallen Collection 4

us, we be well cleaning up his
supper.'
    A muffled snort from the other servant.
    Only now did Yan Tovis detect the acrid smell of bile
beneath that of lye soap. 'Where then is the Master at
Arms?'
    'Ma'am,' another curtsy, then, 'he be ridin' off wi' four
soljers, west as they say, t'reach the coast fast as a clam
squirt, an' that's a cloud ain't e'en settled yet.'
    'He left recently then? What was the reason? And how
far is the coast from here?'
    'Ma'am, would be unner a bell, fast-goin' as he was.'
    'And the reason?'
    Another mysterious exchange of glances, then, 'Ma'am,
coast be well black an' whispery of late. Got fishers
vanishin' an' demon eyes flashin' from the deeps. Got
islands be well ice an' all, pale an' deathly as the innards of
a murderer's skull.'
    'The Master at Arms rode off after superstitious
rumours?'
    'Ma'am, I be well 'ave a cousin on the shore—'
    'The ditsy one, aye,' interjected the other hag.
    'Be well ditsy but that don't matter in this, in this being
the voices of the sea, which she heard an' heard more'n
once too. Voices, ma'am, like the ghosts of the drowned as
she says, havin' heard them an' heard them more'n once
too.'
    Two of her sergeants were now behind the Atri-Preda,
listening. Twilight loosened the strap on her helm. 'This
Master stays sober?' she asked.
    'One a them hast, be well an' all.'
    'It be him,' the other agreed. 'An' that a curse what make
us worse at bad times of the night like now—'
    'Shush you! This ma'am be a soljer outrankin' Dresh
himself !'
    'You don't know that, Pully! Why—'
    'But I do! Whose nephew dug latrines for the Grass
Jackets, be well he did! It's ranks an' neck torcs an' the cut
of the cape an' all—'
    Yan Tovis turned to one of her sergeants. 'Are there fresh
horses in the stables?'
    A nod. 'Four, Atri-Preda.'
    The first old woman pushed at the other at that and said,
'Tolya! Be well I did!'
    Yan Tovis tilted her head back in an effort to loosen the
muscles of her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment,
then sighed. 'Saddle them up, Sergeant. Pick me three of
the least exhausted riders. I am off to find our missing
Master at Arms.'
    'Sir.' The man saluted and departed.
    Turning back to the old women, the Atri-Preda asked,
'Where is the nearest detachment of Tiste Edur?'
    A half-dozen heartbeats of non-verbal communication
between the two hags, then the first one nodded and said,
'Rennis, ma'am. An' they be well not once visited neither.'
    'Be glad they haven't,' Twilight said. 'They would have
separated Boaral's head from his shoulders.'
    The second woman snorted. 'Not so's he'd notice—'
    'Shush!' scolded the first one. Then, to Twilight, 'Ma'am,
Dresh Boaral, he lost mostly alla his kin when the Edur
come down. Lost his wife, too, in Noose Bog, what, now be
well three years—'
    The other hag spat onto the floor they had just cleaned.
'Lost? Be well strangled and dumped, Pully, by his master
himself! So now he drowns on his own drinkin'! But oh she
was fire wasn't she – no time for mewlin' husbands only he
likes his mewlin' and be well likes it enough to murder his
own wife!'
    Twilight said to the sergeant who had remained, 'We will
stay for a few days. I want the Dresh here under house
arrest. Send a rider to Rennis to request adjudication by the
Tiste Edur. The investigation will involve some sorcery,
specifically speaking with the dead.'
    The sergeant saluted and left.
    'Best be well not speak wi' the mistress, ma'am.'
    Twilight frowned at the woman. 'Why not?'
    'Liable she is t'start talkin' and ne'er stop. Master drunk
an' she's fire, all fire – she's a might claw his eyes out, be
well an' that.'
    'Are you two witches?'
    More silent communication between the two hags, then
the first one edged one knobby, hairy foot forward and carefully
wiped at the gobbet of spit on the pavestones. The
toes, Twilight saw, were taloned.
    'You are Shake? Shoulderwomen of the Old Ways?'
    Wrinkled brows rose, then the one named Pully curtsied
again. 'Local born you be well as we'd known, aye. It's
there, ma'am, you're a child of the shore an' ain't you gone
far, but not so far as to f 'get. Mistress ne'er liked us much.'
    'So who strangled her and dumped her corpse in Noose
Bog, Pully?'
    The other seemed to choke, then she said, 'Dresh give 'is
orders plain as web on a trail, didn't he, Pully? Give
'is orders an' wi' us we be well here since the Keep's first
black stone was laid. Loyal, aye. Boaral blood was Letherii
blood, the first t'these lands, the