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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Whiskeyjack met the captain's eyes. 'The Rhivi child, Silverfox. She is Tattersail reborn.'
Paran slowly turned, gaze travelling down to the foot of the barrow, where four figures waited in the darkness. And there stood the Rhivi child, a sunrise aura about her person, a penumbra of power that stirred the wilder blood that coursed within him. Yes. She is the one. Older now, revealing what she will become. Dammit, woman, you never could keep things simple. All that was trapped within him seemed to wash through his limbs, leaving him weak and suddenly shivering. He stared down at Silverfox. 'She is a child.' But I knew that, didn't I? I've known that for a while, I just didn't want to think about it. And now, no choice.
Whiskeyjack grunted. 'She grows swiftly — there are eager, impatient forces within her, too powerful for a child's body to contain. You'll not have long-'
'Before propriety arrives,' Paran finished drily, not noticing Whiskeyjack's start. 'Fine for then, what of now? Who will naught but see me as a monster should we even so much as hold hands? What can I say to her? What can I possibly say?' He spun to Whiskeyjack. 'This is impossible — she is a child!'
'And within her is Tattersail. And Nightchill-'
'Nightchill! Hood's breath! What has happened — how?'
'Questions not easily answered, lad. You'd do better to ask them of Mallet and Quick Ben — and of Silverfox herself.'
Paran involuntarily took a step back. 'Speak with her? No. I cannot-'
'She wishes it, Paran. She awaits you now.'
'No.' His eyes were once again pulled downslope. 'I see Tattersail, yes. But there's more — not just this Nightchill woman — she's a Soletaken, now, Whiskeyjack. The creature that gave her her Rhivi name — the power to change. '
The commander's eyes narrowed. 'How do you know, Captain?'
'I just know-'
'Not good enough. It wasn't easy for Quick Ben to glean that truth. Yet you know. How, Paran?'
The captain grimaced. 'I've felt Quick Ben's probings in my direction — when he thinks my attention is elsewhere. I've seen the wariness in his eyes. What has he found, Commander?'
'Oponn's abandoned you, but something else has taken its place. Something savage. His hackles rise whenever you're close-'
'Hackles.' Paran smiled. 'An apt choice of word. Anomander Rake killed two Hounds of Shadow — I was there. I saw it. I felt the stain of a dying Hound's blood — on my flesh, Whiskeyjack. Something of that blood now runs in my veins.'
The commander's voice was deadpan. 'What else?'
'There has to be something else, sir?'
'Yes. Quick Ben caught hints — there's much more than simply an ascendant's blood to what you've become.' Whiskeyjack hesitated, then said, 'Silverfox has fashioned for you a Rhivi name. Jen'isand Rul.'
'Jen'isand Rul.'
'It translates as "the Wanderer within the Sword". It means, she says, that you have done something no other creature has ever done — mortal or ascendant — and that something has set you apart. You have been marked, Ganoes Paran — yet no-one, not even Silverfox, knows what it portends. Tell me what happened.'
Paran shrugged. 'Rake used that black sword of his. When he killed the Hounds. I followed them … into that sword. The spirits of the Hounds were trapped, chained with all the … all the others. I think I freed them, sir. I can't be sure of that — all I know is that they ended up somewhere else. No longer chained.'
'And have they returned to this world?'
'I don't know. Jen'isand Rul… why should there be any significance to my having wandered within that sword?'
Whiskeyjack grunted. 'You're asking the wrong man, Captain. I'm only repeating what Silverfox has said. One thing, though, that has just occurred to me.' He stepped closer. 'Not a word to the Tiste Andii — not Korlat, not Anomander Rake. The Son of Darkness is an unpredictable bastard, by all accounts. And if the legend of Dragnipur is true, the curse of that sword of his is that no-one escapes its nightmare prison — their souls are chained … for ever. You've cheated that, and perhaps the Hounds have as well. You've set an alarming … precedent.'
Paran smiled bitterly in the darkness. 'Cheated. Yes, I have cheated many things, even death.' But not pain. No, that escape still eludes me. 'You think Rake takes much comfort in the belief of his sword's … finality.'
'Seems likely, Ganoes Paran, does it not?'
The captain sighed. 'Aye.'
'Now, let us go down to meet Silverfox.'
'No.'
'Damn you, Paran,' Whiskeyjack growled. 'This is about more than just you and her all starry-eyed. That child possesses power, and it's vast and. and unknown. Kallor has murder in his eyes when he looks at her. Silverfox is in danger. The question is, do we protect her or stand aside? The High King calls her an abomination, Captain. Should Caladan Brood turn his back at the wrong moment-'
'He'll kill her? Why?'
'He fears, I gather, the power within her.'
'Hood's breath, she's just a-' He stopped, realizing the venality of the assertion. Just a child? Hardly. 'Protect her against Kallor, you said. That's a risky position to assume, Commander. Who stands with us?'
'Korlat, and by extension, all of the Tiste Andii.'
'Anomander Rake?'
'That we don't yet know. Korlat's mistrust of Kallor, coupled with a friendship with the Mhybe, has guided her to her decision. She says she will speak with her master when he arrives-'
'Arrives?'
'Aye. Tomorrow, possibly early, and if so you'd best avoid him, if at all possible.'
Paran nodded. One meeting was enough. 'And the warlord?'
'Undecided, we think. But Brood needs the Rhivi and their bhederin herds. For the moment, at least, he remains the girl's chief protector.'
'And what does Dujek think of all this?' the captain asked.
'He awaits your decision.'
'Mine? Beru fend, Commander — I'm no mage or priest. Nor can I glean the child's future.'
'Tattersail resides within Silverfox, Paran. She must be drawn forth … to the fore.'
'Because Tattersail would never betray us. Yes, now I see.'
'You needn't sound so miserable about it, Paran.'
No? And if you stood in my place, Whiskeyjack? 'Very well, lead on.'
'It seems,' Whiskeyjack said, striding to the edge of the barrow's summit, 'we will have to promote you to a rank equal to mine, Captain, if only to circumvent your confusion as to who commands who around here.'
Their arrival was a quiet, stealthy affair, leading their mounts into the encampment with the minimum of fuss. Few Tiste Andii remained outside their tents to take note. Sergeant Antsy led the main group of Bridgeburners towards the kraal to settle in the horses, whilst Corporal Picker, Detoran, Blend, Trotts and Hedge slipped away to find Brood's command tent. Spindle awaited them at its entrance.
Picker gave him a nod and the mage, wrapped in his foul-smelling hairshirt with its equally foul hood thrown over his head, turned to face the tied-down entrance flap. He made a series of hand gestures, paused, then spat at the canvas. There was no sound as the spit struck the flap. He swung a grin to Picker, then bowed before the entrance in invitation.
Hedge nudged the corporal and rolled his eyes.
There were two rooms within, she knew, and the warlord was sleeping in the back one. Hopefully. Picker looked around for Blend — damn, where is she? Here a moment ago -
Two fingers brushed her arm and she nearly leapt out of her leathers. Beside her, Blend smiled. Picker mouthed a silent stream of curses. Blend's smile broadened, then she stepped past, up to the tent entrance, where she crouched down to untie the fastenings.
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