The Crippled God

friend. Do you now sit at your mother’s side? Doyou now look down upon us? Are you helpless, unable to reach across, to still Silanah’s savage fury? Or have you ceased to care?
    And yet.
    ‘ Anomander, old friend. Do you now sit at your mother’s side? Do you now look down upon us? Are you helpless, unable to reach across, to still Silanah’s savage fury? Or have you ceased to care? ’
    Spinnock straightened, scanned the helmed faces before him. And then he drew his sword. Caught the eye of Captain Irind, gestured the burly man forward. ‘Face to me your shield, Captain, and hold well your stance.’
    The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he took position, raising the shield between them and settling his shoulder beneath its rim, head turned away.
    Spinnock half turned, as if dismissing Irind, and then he whirled. The sword cracked hard against the shield, staggering the captain. The reverberation echoed, out into the forest, and then fell back like rain among the troops.
    ‘When he led you and your ancestors from this place,’ Spinnock said, pitching his voice loud enough to carry – though in truth a sudden silence had taken the scene, and it seemed not even the Storm could reach through, ‘from smoke, from fire, from ruin, Mother Dark had turned away. Before you, before your lord Anomander Rake, there was … nothing .’
    Again his sword struck. Again Irind staggered but held his ground.
    ‘Prepare to advance. We will not form up once clear of the forest.’ He bared his teeth. ‘There is no time for that. Captain Irind, stay at my side.’
    Spinnock led the way into the ancient wood. Behind him the ranks spilled out, order almost immediately broken by the boles of trees, by sinkholes and tree-falls. The air was heavy with mists. Water streamed down every trunk, every branch, every dark-veined leaf.
    He raised his voice as he advanced, knowing that they would hear him, knowing that Mother Dark had given him this. For her people. For this day, this most fraught day . ‘Lord Nimander has gone to the palace. He seeks to turn Silanah from her path. What value winning the battle if we lose the war? If not for that, he would be here. He would be speaking to you. But he is not. And … this time, this one time , it is well – for like many of you, I was born in this realm.’
    Irind was beside him, ready for the blow. The sword hammered the shield, the sound a shout of iron.
    ‘Lord Anomander Rake led you to another world. He fought to give you purpose – a reason to live. And for many, in that he failed. But those of you here – for you, he did not fail .’
    He swung the sword again, the impact shivering up his arm.
    ‘He asked you to fight wars that were not yours to fight. He asked you to bow to causes not your own. A hundred banners, a hundred cities – allies who welcomed you and allies who did not. Allies who blessed you and allies who feared you. And your kin died, oh, how they died – they gave up their lives in causes not their own .’
    The sword cracked again, and this time Irind almost buckled beneath the blow. Spinnock could hear his harsh breaths.
    ‘They were all different, and they were all the same. But the cause – the true cause he offered you – did not change .’
    The blow sent Irind to his knees.
    Another soldier moved up, readying his own shield. Bodily dragged Irind back, and then took his place. The sounds from the advancing warriors behind Spinnock was a susurration – breaths, armour, boots scrabbling for purchase.
    ‘Your lord was thinking – each and every time – he was thinking … of this moment .’
    Again flashed the sword.
    ‘Each time, every time. The cause was just .’
    Crack!
    ‘He needed to keep reminding you. For this day!’
    Crack!
    ‘Today, this is not foreign soil! Today, this cause is your own!’
    Crack!
    ‘ Today, the Tiste Andii fight for themselves! ’
    And this time other weapons found the rims of shields.
    CRACK!
    ‘ Your home! ’
    CRACK!
    ‘ Your kin! ’
    CRACK!
    The sword shivered in his hand. The soldier stumbling beside him fell away, his shield split.
    Gasping, Spinnock Durav pushed on. Anomander Rake – do you witness this? Do you look into these faces – all these faces behind me?
    ‘ This time! Strangers fight in your name! Strangers die for you! Your cause – not theirs! ’
    CRACK!
    The reverberation shoved him forward, shivered through him like something holy. ‘ Children of Dark, humans are dying in your