The Crippled God

sir. I feel like I’ve been pulled inside out.’
    ‘Aye to that,’ Kalam growled, moving over to sit down heavily on the chest. The stout legs snapped and the chest thumped down hard. The assassin winced. ‘Just what my old bent spine needed, gods below.’ He started pulling off his gloves.
    ‘My sister’s allies, then – am I correct, Kalam?’
    ‘Good guess.’
    ‘Allies no longer,’ said Quick Ben, and now he was the one pacing in the confines of the tent. ‘But that was Erekala, not the Mortal Sword. Didn’t see the Shield Anvil either. This force is the one that came from the sea. The soldiers left to travel with the fleet.’
    ‘So it could be that Krughava has no idea they’ve turned,’ Kalam said.
    ‘That alliance always had me nervous,’ Quick Ben said. ‘Fanatical worshippers of a world without humans – how does that make any sense? Even if Krughava hasn’t turned, it’s only a matter of time – all they have to do is follow their faith to its logical conclusion. I warned Tavore—’
    ‘Now you’re lying,’ Kalam said in a growl.
    The wizard turned on him. ‘How would you know?’
    ‘Just guessing. Because I know you, remember? You’re just mad at yourself because you never anticipated this happening.’
    ‘Fine. Have it your way then. The point is, Tavore is in trouble. Shecould get backstabbed at any time, and there’s no way we can warn her.’
    ‘Maybe there is,’ Paran said. ‘Once we get through this pass, I want you and Kalam riding ahead, fast as your horses can take you. Find my sister.’
    ‘Did you see those defences, sir?’ Kalam demanded. ‘How do you hope to get the Perish to surrender? They can stop the Host right here, right now.’
    But Paran was frowning. ‘Why didn’t that demon tear you to pieces, Kalam?’
    The assassin looked away, shrugged. ‘Met it before. Did it a favour. Maybe. I think. Can’t remember exactly. But it was back in Seven Cities, the middle of the Whirlwind. Things happened.’
    ‘You weave a fine tale, Kalam,’ Quick Ben observed.
    ‘I leave the endlessly flapping mouth to you, wizard.’
    ‘Clearly a wise decision. But next time, just summarize.’
    Six High Watered officers stood uneasily before Erekala, twenty paces behind them the blackened stain and charred wreckage of the Pure’s tent, from which embers still blinked open and closed like glowing eyes amidst the ashes, and smoke lifted its black pall.
    The times the Perish commander had had occasion to engage with these mixed-bloods, they had looked upon him with disdain. Now such superiority had been swept away, in a conflagration of fire. Brother Serenity was dead. But uttering that statement was akin to stating the impossible. One rank below Reverence and Diligence, Serenity’s power had been immense, matched only by that of Calm – or so Erekala had been led to believe.
    And Serenity has this night fallen to two Malazans. And come the dawn, we shall face in battle eight thousand more. But did the Pure Brother heed my caution? He did not . ‘We have found blood trails leading out from the Pure’s tent,’ he now said. ‘It is fair to assume that Brother Serenity fought hard against his assailants; indeed, that he might have seriously wounded them, perhaps even killed one.’
    But he could see no effect from these words. Sighing, Erekala continued, ‘Will you elect one among you to assume command of the Shriven? Alternatively, you can place yourselves under my command. Dawn is fast approaching, sirs, and we shall soon be locked in battle.’
    One of the officers stepped forward. ‘Sir, in all matters tactical, Brother Serenity instructed us to obey your commands.’
    Erekala nodded. ‘As you have done.’
    ‘Sir,’ the officer began, and then hesitated.
    ‘Speak your mind.’
    ‘The Pures have felt Brother Serenity’s death. They are wounded,confused, and from them we receive no guidance. Indeed, Akhrast Korvalain itself has been damaged here.’
    ‘Damaged?’ This was unexpected. ‘How so?’
    ‘Another Hold manifested here, last night.’
    ‘Indeed?’ He scanned the faces before him. ‘Perhaps you too readily discounted the efficacy of seven thousand Perish praying to their gods.’
    ‘We do not speak of the Beast Hold, sir.’
    Erekala was silent, for now he was the one left shaken. In a quiet voice he asked, ‘And have you identified the intruder, sir?’
    ‘Not us, Commander. Sister Reverence, however – from the storm of her