Dust of Dreams

however, he’d not had a chance to attempt any of those options. The scraps he’d found himself in—relatively few, all things considered—had forced him to fight like a rabid wolf to stay alive. There was nothing worse in the world than being noticed by someone trying to kill you—seeing that sudden sharp focus in a stranger’s eyes—
    The captain shook himself. The north gate waited ahead.
    Back into the army. Done with the soft bed and soft but oddly cool feminine flesh; with the decent (if rather tart) Letherii wines. Done with the delicious ease of doing nothing. Attention was coming his way and there was nothing to be done about it.
    You told me to keep my head low, Greymane. I’ve been trying. It’s not working. But then, something in your eyes told me you knew it wouldn’t, because it wasn’t working for you either.
    Ruthan Gudd clawed at his bead, reminding himself of the stranger’s face he now wore.
    Let’s face it, old friend. In this world it’s only the dead who don’t get noticed.
     
    The place of sacrifice held an air of something broken. Ruined. It was a misery being there, but Ublala Pung had no choice. Old Hunch Arbat’s rasping voice was in his head, chasing him this way and that, and the thing about a skull—even one as big as his—was how it was never big enough to run all the way away, even when it was a dead old man doing the chasing.
    ‘I did what you said,’ he said. ‘So leave me alone. I got to get to the ship. So Shurq and me can sex. You’re just jealous.’
    He was the only living thing in the cemetery. It wasn’t being used much any more, ever since parts of it started sinking. Sepulchres tilted and sagged and then broke open. Big stone urns fell over. Trees got struck by lightning and marsh gases wandered round looking like floating heads. And all the bones were pushing up from the ground like stones in a farmer’s field. He’d picked one up, a leg bone, to give his hands something to play with while he waited for Arbat’s ghost.
    Scuffling sounds behind him—Ublala turned. ‘Oh, you. What do you want?’
    ‘I was coming to scare you,’ said the rotted, half-naked corpse, and it raised bony hands sporting long, jagged fingernails. ‘Aaaagh!’
    ‘You’re stupid. Go away.’
    Harlest Eberict sagged. ‘Nothing’s working any more. Look at me. I’m falling apart.’
    ‘Go to Selush. She’ll sew you back up.’
    ‘I can’t. This stupid ghost won’t let me.’
    ‘What ghost?’
    Harlest tapped his head, breaking a nail in the process. ‘Oh, see that? It’s all going wrong!’
    ‘What ghost?’
    ‘The one that wants to talk to you, and give you stuff. The one you killed. Murderer. I wanted to be a murderer, too, you know. Tear people to pieces and then eat the pieces. But there’s no point in having ambitions—it all comes to naught. I was reaching too high, asking for too much. I lost my head.’
    ‘No you didn’t. It’s still there.’
    ‘Listen, the sooner we get this done the sooner that ghost will leave me so I can get back to doing nothing. Follow me.’
    Harlest led Ublala through the grounds until they came to a sunken pit, three paces across and twice as deep. Bones jutted from the sides all the way down. The corpse pointed. ‘An underground stream shifted course, moved under this cemetery. That’s why it’s slumping everywhere. What are you doing with that bone?’
    ‘Nothing.’
    ‘Get rid of it—you’re making me nervous.’
    ‘I want to talk to the ghost. To Old Hunch.’
    ‘You can’t. Except in your head and the ghost isn’t powerful enough to do that while it’s using me. You’re stuck with me. Now, right at the bottom there’s Tarthenal bones, some of the oldest burials in the area. You want to clear all that away, until you get to a big stone slab. You then need to pull that up or push it to one side. What you need is under that.’
    ‘I don’t need anything.’
    ‘Yes you do. You’re not going to get back to your kin for a while. Sorry, I know you’ve got plans, but there’s nothing to be done for it. Karsa Orlong will just have to wait.’
    Ublala scowled into the pit. ‘I’m going to miss my ship—Shurq’s going to be so mad. And I’m supposed to collect all the Tarthenal—that’s what Karsa wants me to do. Old Hunch, you’re ruining everything!’ He clutched his head, hitting himself with the bone in the process. ‘Ow, see what you made me do?’
    ‘That’s only because you keep