The Crippled God

back-rest, protecting his spine.
    The K’Chain Che’Malle halted, and Grub saw Brys Beddict studying Krughava.
    ‘You are a most welcome sight, Mortal Sword.’
    ‘Where are my Perish positioned?’ Krughava demanded in a voice like grating gravel.
    Queen Abrastal replied. ‘Centre, nearest line of defences and a little way past that. Mortal Sword, their position is untenable – they are provided no avenues of retreat. With a little pushing, we can attack them on three sides.’
    Krughava grunted. ‘We are meant to maul ourselves on this studded fist, sirs. And should they all die, my Perish, it is of little interest to the Forkrul Assail.’
    ‘We more or less worked that one out,’ Spax said. The Gilk Warchief was in full turtleshell armour, his face painted white, the eyes rimmed in deep red ochre.
    The Mortal Sword was momentarily silent, her gaze moving from one figure to the next, then slipping past to narrow on the huge woman standing fifteen paces back. ‘You have found new allies, Prince. Toblakai?’
    Brys glanced back, made a face. ‘Gods below, I’ve never known a woman as shy as her. She is Teblor and she commands three hundred of her kind. She is named Gillimada.’
    ‘Where will you place them?’ Krughava’s tone was, if anything, yet harsher than it had been a moment earlier.
    Grub saw them all hesitating, and this confused him. What is wrong?
    Aranict lit a new stick from her old one and flung the latter away, speaking all the while, ‘Mortal Sword, there are over forty thousand Kolansii on the other side of the valley.’
    ‘ Forty thousand? ’
    ‘We are faced with a challenge,’ Brys Beddict said. ‘We must endeavour to engage the entirety of this force, for as long as possible.’
    Queen Abrastal spoke. ‘Once the Pure commanding here learns of the real assault – the one upon the Spire – he will seek to withdraw asmany of his troops as he can safely manage. We judge three bells to fast-march to the isthmus – in other words, they can reach that battle in time, Mortal Sword, and strike at Gesler’s flank. As yet, we can determine no way in which to prevent this happening.’
    ‘I will turn the Perish,’ pronounced Krughava. ‘I will pull them from their position and wheel them round, placing them to block the way east. We need only slow the enemy, sirs, not stop them.’
    ‘If you so succeed in regaining your command of the Grey Helms,’ said Brys, ‘will you welcome the company of the Teblor?’
    Krughava’s thinned eyes switched to the Teblor commander. ‘Sirs,’ she said, loud enough for all to hear, ‘to fight alongside the Teblor would be an honour unsurpassed on this day.’
    Grub sought to see the effect of these words, but from Gillimada there was no reaction at all.
    ‘Mortal Sword,’ said Queen Abrastal, ‘are you confident that you can resume command of the Grey Helms? And before you answer, this is not the time for unrealistic bravado.’
    Krughava stiffened at that. ‘Do you imagine that I do not understand the severity of this moment, Highness? I will speak plainly. I do not know if I will succeed. But I will give my life in the effort – would you ask more of me?’
    Abrastal shook her head.
    ‘We must, however,’ said Brys, ‘present ourselves to the enemy in such a manner as to deal with either eventuality.’
    A loud voice suddenly boomed, ‘They talk bad!’
    Gillimada was suddenly among them, her eyes level with the mounted men and women.
    ‘Excuse me?’
    She fixed the prince with her gaze, her brow fiercely knotted. ‘The fish-faces. They use words that hurt. If this fight goes bad, the fish-face will speak, and make us kneel. Make us kill our own anger. You – you must be stubborn! You must say no and shake your heads no! You must see the fish-face in your head, and then you must push him or her to the ground, and then you must squat, and then you must shit on that fish-face! I have spoken!’
    A short time of awkward silence, and then Grub saw that Aranict was staring straight at him.
    He felt a strange shiver track up his spine. ‘I don’t know,’ he said in a small voice.
    All eyes fixed on him and he felt himself shrinking inside his peculiar half-armour.
    Aranict spoke. ‘Grub, we have heard what you achieved when you joined the battle between the K’Chain factions. The Teblor commander speaks of the power of Akhrast Korvalain – this sorcery of the voice –and we are uncertain if we will face that power today. Nor