Dust of Dreams

Refugium,’ said Rud, hands clenching into fists.
    ‘We know that, and that is why you are here—’
    ‘But that makes no sense! I should be
there
, standing before the gate!’
    ‘Another lesson. Your father may love the Imass, but he loves you more.’
    Rud surged to his feet. ‘I will return—’
    ‘No. Sit down. You have a better chance of saving them all by accompanying me.’
    ‘How?’
    Silchas Ruin leaned forward and reached into the fire. He scooped up two handfuls of coals and embers. He held them up. ‘Tell me what you see, Rud Elalle, Ryadd Eleis—do you know those words, your true name? They are Tiste Andii—do you know what they mean?’
    ‘No.’
    Silchas Ruin studied the embers cupped in his hands. ‘Just this. Your true name, Ryadd Eleis, means “Hands of Fire”. Your mother looked into the soul of her son, and saw all there was to see. She may well have cherished you, but she also feared you.’
    ‘She died because she chose betrayal.’
    ‘She was true to the Eleint blood within her—but you also possess the blood of your father, a mortal, and he is a man I came to know well, to understand as much as anyone could. A man I came to respect. He was the first to comprehend the girl’s purpose, the first to realize the task awaiting me—and he knew that I did not welcome the blood that would stain my hands. He chose not to stand in my way—I am not yet certain what happened at the gate, the clash with Wither, and poor Fear Sengar’s misplaced need to stand in Scabandari’s stead—but through it all, Kettle’s fate was sealed. She was the seed of the Azath, and a seed must find fertile soil.’ He dropped the embers—now cooled—back on to the fire. ‘She is young yet. She needs time, and unless we stand against the chaos to come, she will not have that time—and the Imass will die. Your father will die. They will all die.’ He rose and faced Rud. ‘We leave now. Korabas awaits.’
    ‘What is Korabas?’
    ‘For this we must veer. Kallor’s dead warren should suffice. Korabas is an Eleint, Ryadd. She is the Otataral Dragon. There is chaos in a human soul—it is your mortal gift, but be aware—like fire it can turn in your hands.’
    ‘Even to one named “Hands of Fire”?’
    The Tiste Andii’s red eyes seemed to flatten. ‘My warning was precise.’
    ‘What do we seek in meeting this Korabas?’
    Silchas slapped the ashes from his palms. ‘They will free her, and that we cannot stop. I mean to convince you that we should not even try.’
    Rud found his fists were still clenched tight, aching at the ends of his arms. ‘You give me too little.’
    ‘Better than too much, Ryadd.’
    ‘Because like my mother, you fear me.’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Between you and your brothers, Silchas Ruin, who was the most honest?’
    The Tiste Andii cocked his head, and then smiled.
    A short time later, two dragons lifted into the darkness, one gleaming polished gold that slid in and out of the gloom in lurid smears; the other was bone white, the pallor of a corpse in the night—save for the twin embers of its eyes.
    They rose high and higher still above the Wastelands, and then vanished from the world.
    In their wake, in a nest of rocks, the small fire glowed fitfully in its bed of ashes, eating the last of itself. Until nothing was left.
     
    Sandalath Drukorlat gave the hapless man one last shake that sent spittle whipping from his lips, and then threw him further up the shoreline. He scrambled to his feet, fell over, got up a second time and stumbled unsteadily away.
    Withal cleared his throat. ‘Sweetness, you seem a little short of temper lately.’
    ‘Challenge yourself, husband. Find something to improve my mood.’
    He glanced out at the crashing waves, licked salt from around his mouth. The three Nachts were sending the scrawny refugee off with hurled shells and dead crabs, although not a single missile managed to strike the fleeing man. ‘The horses have recovered, at least.’
    ‘Their misery has just begun.’
    ‘I couldn’t quite make out what happened, but I take it the Shake vanished through a gate. And, I suppose, we’re going to chase after them.’
    ‘And before they left, one of their own went and slaughtered almost all of the witches and warlocks—the very people I wanted to question!’
    ‘We could always go to Bluerose.’
    She stood straight, almost visibly quivering. He’d heard, once, that lightning went from the ground up and not the other way