Forge of Darkness (The Kharkanas Trilogy #1)

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The hand snapped tight, almost crushing the bones of her fingers and she winced.

‘My apologies, milady. But those last words were not your own.’

She thought about that and then nodded once more. ‘She dreams us. We are in her dreams and she is trying to make sense of us. Strangers inside her skull. In here, Rancept, our words could be her thoughts. In here, we are in danger of disappearing, of losing ourselves.’

‘Yes, milady. I believe you are right, and I have felt this before. We must leave.’

She pulled her hand free. She no longer needed his guiding clasp; she could see the tunnel continuing on at the far end; could see its upward slope. Yet, still her eyes remained closed. ‘Tell me,’ she said, ‘does this witch have a name?’

‘In the language of the Dog-Runners, she is named Burn. She dreams so that we may live. All of us: Tiste, Dog-Runner, Jaghut, Thel Akai, even the Forulkan. She dreams, to give us our freedom.’

She had been making her way forward while Rancept was speaking, and she felt him move alongside her, but at his last words she drew up. ‘Tell me, did you offer her anything?’

His mouth-breathing stuttered slightly. ‘I would have to be a Denier to do that, milady.’

Sukul thought back, to the time before he had taken her hand. Was there movement from him? Was he standing near the witch? She did not know. Reaching for her leather purse, she loosened the draw-strings.

‘Careful now,’ said Rancept, and she realized that he was watching her, somehow — no, not ‘somehow’. He sees because he believes. In this temple Rancept worships. Yet, he chose to lead me here. There would have been other ways through, other paths. But he brought me here.

She drew out a memory stone, found upon the banks of the Dorssan Ryl. For the brother I lost to the wars.

‘Milady. Sukul Ankhadu, I beg you. This gesture must not be a careless one. Will you bind Mother Dark to the Sleeping Goddess of the Dog-Runners?’

Her breath caught. ‘I am not a highborn, castellan. I am not a priestess.’

‘Does your faith lie with Mother Dark? No, do not answer me. If it does, however, then surely you shall bind these two women. More than this, you shall bind the Deniers and the Tiste. There is no more holy place than this temple, but it is lost to the Deniers. I alone know of it — do you understand me?’

‘And you are a man with secrets, yet bold or foolish enough to reveal this to me. Why?’

‘Truth?’

‘Truth, Rancept. Give me that at least.’

‘Tiste schooling is rubbish,’ he said.

She almost yelped her laughter, and it echoed loudly in the chamber. At the sound Ribs bolted past her and up the tunnel.

Beside her, the castellan’s astonishment was palpable to her senses.

‘Forgive me again, Rancept…’ and then her words faded away.

The air had changed in the chamber and she felt her skin prickling. ‘What is it?’ she asked in a frightened whisper. ‘What have I done?’

‘Put the stone away,’ said Rancept. ‘She is a Dog-Runner still, it seems.’

‘I don’t understand — what is this I’m feeling?’

‘Her blessing, child. What greater or more precious gift could you give her, but laughter? Breath of the Sleeping Goddess, you have healed her, Sukul Ankhadu.’

She started as the huge man knelt in front of her, and somehow — though still her eyes remained shut — she saw the glitter of tears on his cheeks. ‘The roots no longer bleed,’ he said gruffly. ‘I thank you, milady, with all my heart.’

‘For this learning,’ she heard herself say, ‘I make payment with pleasure.’

She felt his wry smile and smiled in return.

He rose and together they headed into the passage ahead.

When he took her hand again she welcomed it, though both knew she no longer needed any guidance from him. No, this was more like friendship, and the notion startled Sukul, so that she almost laughed again. Instead, she sent her delight back down the tunnel, back into that wondrous chamber, where flesh and wood were one, and eyes grown shut could see all there was to see.

As they clambered back towards the surface — where dawn’s pale light made a plate of silver-blue above and ahead of them — Sukul said, ‘Rancept, the Deniers who remain must be told of this temple. They deserve that much.’

‘There is no need,’ he replied. ‘I shared her dreams below — yes, it is plain now and I will not dissemble. I am a Denier — though I deeply dislike that name. No matter. In sharing those dreams, I saw a truth, newborn and wondrous.’