The Bonehunters (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #6)
The Bonehunters (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #6) Page 14
The Bonehunters (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #6) Page 14
One of the passageways led in the direction of Ehrlitan's central flat-topped hill, the Jen'rahb, once the site of the Falah'd Crown, now a mass of rubble. She set off down it, eyes on the looming, neartransparent wreckage of tumbled stone. The path opened out onto a square, each of the four walls lined with shackles. Two sets still held bodies. Desiccated, slumped in the dust, skin-wrapped skulls sunk low, resting on gracile-boned chests; one was at the end opposite her, the other at the back of the left-hand wall. A portal broke the line of the far wall near the right-side corner.
Curious, Apsalar approached the nearer figure. She could not be certain, but it appeared to be Tiste, either Andii or Edur. The corpse's long straight hair was colourless, bleached by antiquity. Its accoutrements had rotted away, leaving only a few withered strips and corroded bits of metal. As she crouched before it, there was a swirl of dust beside the body, and her brows lifted as a shade slowly rose into view. Translucent flesh, the bones strangely luminescent, a skeletal face with black-pitted eyes.
'The body's mine,' it whispered, bony fingers clutching the air. 'You can't have it.'
The language was Tiste Andii, and Apsalar was vaguely surprised that she understood it. Cotillion's memories and the knowledge hidden within them could still startle her on occasion.
'What would I do with the body?' she asked. 'I have my own, after all.'
'Not here. I see naught but a ghost.'
'As do I.'
It seemed startled. 'Are you certain?'
'You died long ago,' she said. 'Assuming the body in chains is your own.'
'My own? No. At least, I don't think so. It might be. Why not? Yes, it was me, once, long ago. I recognize it. You are the ghost, not me. I' ve never felt better, in fact. Whereas you look… unwell'
'Nonetheless,' Apsalar said, 'I have no interest in stealing a corpse.'
The shade reached out and brushed the corpse's lank, pale hair. 'I was lovely, you know. Much admired, much pursued by the young warriors of the enclave. Perhaps I still am, and it is only my spirit that has grown so… tattered. Which is more visible to the mortal eye? Vigour and beauty moulding flesh, or the miserable wretch hiding beneath it?'
Apsalar winced, looked away. 'Depends, I think, on how closely you look.'
'And how clear your vision. Yes, I agree. And beauty, it passes so quickly, doesn't it just? But misery, ah, misery abides.'
A new voice hissed from where the other corpse hung in its chains. '
Don't listen to her! Treacherous bitch, look where we ended up! My fault? Oh no, I was the honest one. Everyone knew that – and prettier besides, don't let her tell you otherwise! Come over here, dear ghost, and hear the truth!'
Apsalar straightened. 'I am not the ghost here-'
'Dissembler! No wonder you prefer her to me!'
She could see the other shade now, a twin to the first one, hovering over its own corpse, or at least the body it claimed as its own. 'How did you two come to be here?' she asked.
The second shade pointed at the first. 'She's a thief!'
'So are you!' the first one retorted.
'I was only following you, Telorast! "Oh, let's break into Shadowkeep!
There's no-one there, after all! We could make off with uncounted riches!" Why did I believe you? I was a fool-'
'Well,' cut in the other, 'that's something we can agree on, at least.'
'There is no purpose,' Apsalar said, 'to the two of you remaining here. Your corpses are rotting away, but those shackles will never release them.'
'You serve the new master of Shadow!' The second shade seemed most agitated with its own accusation. 'That miserable, slimy, wretched-'
'Quiet!' hissed the first shade, Telorast. 'He'll come back to taunt us some more! I, for one, have no desire ever to see him again. Nor those damned Hounds.' The ghost edged closer to Apsalar. 'Most kind servant of the wondrous new master, to answer your question, we would indeed love to leave this place. Alas, where would we go?' It gestured with one filmy, bony hand. 'Beyond the city, there are terrible creatures. Deceitful, hungry, numerous! Now,' it added in a purr, 'had we an escort…'
'Oh yes,' cried the second shade, 'an escort, to one of the gates – a modest, momentary responsibility, yet we would be most thankful.'
Apsalar studied the two creatures. 'Who imprisoned you? And speak the truth, else you'll receive no help from me.'
Telorast bowed deeply, then seemed to settle even lower, and it was a moment before Apsalar realized it was grovelling. 'Truth to tell. We would not lie as to this. No clearer recollection and no purer integrity in relating said recollection will you hear in any realm. '
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