Steven Erikson - Memories of Ice
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- Название:Memories of Ice
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- Год:2010
- ISBN:9781409092421
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He looked down at the woman, then at the ring of soldiers. 'No,' he said.
The soldiers lowered themselves to one knee, heads bowing. The woman smiled. 'Your company welcomes you, Mortal Sword of Togg and Fanderay.'
Mortal Sword.
Then, I shall run once more.
In the Warren of Tellann, Lanas Tog led Silverfox to the edge of a broad valley. Filling it, the gathered clans of the T'lan Imass. Standing, motionless-Yet different.
Unburdened?
Pain and regret filled her. I have failed you all. in so many ways.
Pran Chole strode forward. The undead Bonecaster tilted his head in greeting. 'Summoner.'
Silverfox realized she was trembling. 'Can you forgive me, Pran Chole?'
'Forgive? There is nothing to forgive, Summoner.'
'I'd never intended to deny your wish for very long — only until, until …'
'We understand. You need not weep. Not for us, nor for yourself.'
'I–I will free you now, as I have done the T'lan Ay — I will end your Vow, Pran Chole, to free you … through Hood's Gate, as you wished.'
'No, Summoner.'
She stared, shocked silent.
'We have heard Lanas Tog, the warrior at your side. There are kin, Summoner, who are being destroyed on a continent far to the south. They cannot escape their war. We would travel there. We would save our brothers and sisters.
'Summoner, once this task is completed, we will return to you. Seeking the oblivion that awaits us.'
'Pran Chole …' Her voice broke. 'You would remain in your torment…'
'We must save our kin, Summoner, if we are so able. Within the Vow, our power remains. It will be needed.'
She slowly drew herself up, stilled her grief, her trembling. 'Then I will join you, Pran Chole. We. Nightchill, Tattersail, Bellurdan, and Silverfox.'
The Bonecaster was silent for a long moment, then he said, 'We are honoured, Summoner.'
Silverfox hesitated, then said, 'You are … changed. What has Itkovian done?'
A sea of bone-helmed heads bowed at mention of that name, and seeing that stole the breath from her lungs. By the Abyss, what has that man done?
Pran Chole was long in replying. 'Cast your eyes about you, Summoner. At the life now in this realm. Reach out and sense the power, here in the earth.'
She frowned. 'I do not understand. This realm is now home to the Beast Thrones. There are Rhivi spirits here … two wolf-gods …'
Pran Chole nodded. 'And more. You have, perhaps unwitting, created a realm where the Vow of Tellann unravels. T'lan Ay… now mortal once more — that gesture was easier than you had expected, was it not? Summoner, Itkovian freed our souls and found, in this realm you created, a place. For us.'
'You have been … redeemed !'
'Redeemed? No, Summoner. Only you are capable of that. The T'lan Imass have been awakened. Our memories — they live once more, in the earth beneath our feet. And they are what we will return to, the day you release us. Bonecaster — we expected nothing but oblivion, upon that release. We could not have imagined that an alternative was possible.'
'And now?' she whispered.
Pran Chole cocked his head. 'It surpasses us … what one mortal man so willingly embraced.' He swung about to make his way back down to the ranks, then paused and looked back at her. 'Summoner.'
'Yes.'
'One task awaits us … before we begin the long journey. '
Picker sat on a smoke-stained foundation stone, eyes dulled with exhaustion, and watched the Rhivi move through the rubble, seeking still more bodies. There were Pannion soldiers about, unarmed — seemingly the only citizens left in the city were either dead or gnawed down to little more than bones.
The Bridgeburners who had died within the keep had already left on a wagon — Picker and her meagre squad had retrieved most of them on the way out, even as the structure began to come down around them. A handful of other bodies had been found and recovered through sorcery, by the Tiste Andii, some of whom still lingered in the area, as if awaiting something, or someone. The only two no-one had yet found were Quick Ben and Paran, and Picker suspected it was because they weren't there.
Torches lit the area, feeble in their battling the unnatural darkness that shrouded the city. The air stank of smoke and mortar dust. Distant cries of pain rose every now and then, like haunting memories.
We were brittle. Destroyed months ago, outside Pale, it's just taken this long for the few of us left to realize it. Hedge, Trotts, Detoran. Corpses who kept saluting -Blend spoke beside her. 'I told the Rhivi on our wagon to wait inside the north gate.'
Our wagon. The wagon carrying the dead Bridgeburners.
First in.
Last out.
For the last time.
A flash of light from the keep's rubble, a warren opening, through which figures emerged. A scarred hound — a cattle-dog, it looked like — followed by Lady Envy, and two Seguleh dragging a third masked warrior between them.
'Well,' Blend murmured, 'that about does it, doesn't it?'
Picker was unsure what Blend meant, did not pursue it.
Lady Envy had seen them. 'Lieutenant dear! What a relief to see you well. Could you believe the audacity of that white-haired, sword-stuffed-'
'Would you be referring to me?' a deep voice asked.
Through the gloom stepped Anomander Rake. 'Had I known you were within the keep, Lady Envy, I would have brought Moon's Spawn all the way down.'
'Oh, what a thing to say!'
'What are you doing here?' the Son of Darkness growled.
'Oh, this and that, my love. And aren't you looking very martial this afternoon — it's still afternoon, isn't it? Hard to tell here.'
'Oh,' Blend whispered, 'there's history between those two.'
'Really,' Picker quietly drawled, 'and how could you tell?' Damned lady — not a scuff on that telaba. Now there's a different world from mine. Yet there we stood, side by side, in that hallway.
Anomander Rake was eyeing the woman standing before him. 'What do you want, Envy?'
'Why, I have travelled half a continent, you ungrateful man, to deliver to you words of most vital import.'
'Let's hear them, then.'
Lady Envy blinked, looked around. 'Here, my love? Wouldn't you rather somewhere more … private?'
'No. I have things to do. Out with it.'
She crossed her arms. 'Then I will, though the gods know why I bother bravely retaining this generous mood of mine-'
'Envy.'
'Very well. Hear me, then, Wielder of Dragnipur. My dear father, Draconus, plots to escape the chains within the sword. How do I know? Blood whispers, Anomander.'
The Lord of Moon's Spawn grunted. 'I am surprised he's taken this long. Well, what of it?'
Envy's eyes went wide. 'Is this bravado madness? In case you've forgotten, we worked damned hard to slay him the first time!'
Picker glanced over at Blend, saw the woman standing slack-jawed as she stared at Rake and Envy.
'I don't recall you doing much,' Anomander Rake was saying, 'at the time. You stood by and watched the battle-'
'Precisely! And what do you think my father thought of that?'
The Lord of Moon's Spawn shrugged. 'He knew enough not to ask for your help, Envy. In any case, I heed your warning, but there is scant little I can do about it, at least until Draconus actually manages to free himself.'
The woman's dark eyes narrowed. 'Tell me, my dear, what — if anything — do you know of the Master of the Deck?'
Rake's brows rose. 'Ganoes Paran? The mortal who walked within Dragnipur? The one who sent the two Hounds of Shadow into Kurlad Galain's gate?'
Envy stamped her foot. 'You are insufferable!'
The Tiste Andii Lord turned away. 'We've spoken enough, Envy.'
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