Forge of Darkness (The Kharkanas Trilogy #1)

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‘So it is,’ agreed Haut.

‘Have you anything else?’

‘No.’

‘Oh well.’ He plucked free the stopper and poured, filling each of the goblets to the brim.

‘You would have us spill upon our hands?’

Varandas sat back. ‘No, I would have us simply observe them and so appreciate the perfection of my measure.’

‘I fear Korya was able to gauge that some time ago.’

‘Oh?’

‘Your diaper is too small, Varandas.’

‘That is a matter of opinion, Haut. I will not apologize for the prodigiousness of my famous prowess. Now, let us embark on sticky hands and the smacking of lips and such. Tiste, do precede us.’

‘As far as I know,’ said Korya, reaching for the first goblet, ‘my mother’s tit was not full of wine. I refuse to be responsible for my master’s opinions.’

Varandas regarded her. ‘Her mood is foul, Haut. How do you put up with it?’

‘Mostly I hide, but as you can see, this is presently difficult to achieve. I have a solution, of course.’

‘Speak on, O spiteful one.’

Haut pulled out a clay pipe. ‘Ilbarea leaves, from your own tree, Varandas.’

‘Oh? I thought it was dead.’

‘That,’ said Varandas a short time later, ‘is an expression I will never forget.’

Haut frowned, reached out and picked up the pipe from where it had fallen from Korya’s senseless hand. He sniffed at the smoke still drifting up from the bowl, and his head snapped back. ‘Oh dear, this would challenge the constitution of a Thel Akai. How long have those leaves ripened on the vine?’

‘I can’t say for certain, since I never picked them off. Decades, I would think. Or perhaps centuries — why do you ask me such challenging questions? You delight in making obvious the symptoms of my stupidity and this makes me cross and prone to belligerence.’

‘Well, one hopes she will awaken on the morrow refreshed and full of vigour.’

‘Or perhaps the following day, or the next one after that. That was a lungful to melt iron ore. See how she still exudes white tendrils with each breath? But I will say this, her ill-disposition no longer offends us and so I judge this a pleasing outcome.’

‘The bottle is empty,’ Haut observed, ‘and I am no longer hungry, which is good since my cook lies supine.’

‘Then we must walk to the back of the tower, Haut.’

‘Very well, if you insist.’

‘We have things to discuss.’

They rose and left the motionless form of Korya, although Haut paused to fling a blanket over her as he passed by.

Varandas led the way to the edge of the vast hole in the yard. Haut joined him. They stared down into the pitch black and said nothing for a time.

Then Haut grunted and said, ‘I fear for Hood.’

‘I fear the precedent,’ Varandas replied. ‘An Azathanai now truly stands apart, and would make a bold claim to godhood.’

‘What is to be done?’

‘This question is asked by everyone, Haut. Barring Hood himself, who speaks not a word and languishes still in chains.’

‘In chains?’

‘The Lord of Hate has the care of him.’

‘In chains?’

‘This was deemed a mercy. An act of compassion. We await Hood, I now believe — all of us who choose to care. We await his word.’

‘And you?’

Varandas shrugged. ‘It has been a long time since I took up the sword, and now I view the gesture as one of bluster. What do I recall of war? What do I know of fighting? I will listen to Hood, however, and give him the openness of my judgement until I can weigh his words.’

Haut nodded. ‘That is honourable, Varandas. How many others will join you on that day, I wonder?’

‘A handful, I would think. We keep small gardens and pluck weeds with uncommon vigour. After all, the Lord of Hate only spoke the truth, and by this made infernal argument none could oppose.’

They were silent then for a long time, until Varandas turned to Haut and asked, ‘And you?’

‘Mahybe Korya.’

Varandas’s brows lifted. ‘Indeed? A Tiste mahybe? Unprecedented and bold.’

‘I am otherwise helpless,’ said Haut.

Varandas gestured to the hole. ‘What do you think of this?’

‘I have been thinking of it, I admit,’ confessed Haut. ‘How did you come by it?’

‘No idea,’ Varandas answered.