Erikson, Steven - Malazan 01 - Gardens of the Moon by Erikson Steven

Author:Erikson, Steven [Erikson, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Transworld
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Adjunct Lorn squatted by her bedroll, her eyes scanning the night sky. ‘Tool, was all that connected to what we witnessed two nights ago?’

The T’lan Imass shook his head. ‘I think not, Adjunct. If anything, this concerns me more. It is sorcery, and it ignores the barrier I have set around us.’

‘How?’ she asked quietly.

‘There is only one possibility, Adjunct. It is Eldering, a lost Warren of ages past, returned to us. Whoever its wielder might be, we must assume it tracks us, with purpose.’

Lorn straightened wearily, then stretched her back, feeling her vertebrae pop. ‘Is its flavour Shadowthrone’s?’

‘No.’

‘Then I will not assume it’s tracking us, Tool.’ She eyed her bedroll.

Tool faced the woman and watched in silence as she prepared to sleep. ‘Adjunct,’ he said, ‘this hunter appears able to penetrate my defences, and thus it may open its Warren’s portal directly behind us, once we are found.’

‘I’ve no fear of magic,’ Lorn muttered. ‘Let me sleep.’

The T’lan Imass fell silent, but he continued staring down at the woman as the hours of night crawled on. Tool moved slightly as dawn lightened the east, then was still again.

Groaning, Lorn rolled on to her back as the sunlight reached her face. She opened her eyes and blinked rapidly, then froze. She slowly raised her head to find the T’lan Imass standing directly above her. And, hovering inches from her throat, was the tip of the warrior’s flint sword.

‘Success,’ Tool said, ‘demands discipline, Adjunct. Last night we witnessed an expression of Elder magic, choosing as its target ravens. Ravens, Adjunct, do not fly at night. You might think the combination of my abilities with yours ensures our safety. That is no guarantee, Adjunct.’ The T’lan Imass withdrew his weapon and stepped to one side.

Lorn drew a shaky breath. ‘A flaw,’ she said, pausing to clear her throat before continuing, ‘which I admit to, Tool. Thank you for alerting me to my growing complacency.’ She sat up. ‘Tell me, doesn’t it strike you as odd that this supposedly empty Rhivi Plain should display so much activity?’

‘Convergence,’ Tool said. ‘Power ever draws other power. It is not a complicated thought, yet it escaped us, the Imass.’ The ancient warrior swung his head to the Adjunct. ‘As it escapes their children. The Jaghut well understood the danger. Thus they avoided one another, abandoned each other to solitude, and left a civilization to crumble into dust. The Forkrul Assail understood as well, though they chose another path. What is odd, Adjunct, is that of these three founding peoples, it is the Imass whose legacy of ignorance survived the ages.’

Lorn stared at Tool. ‘Was that an attempt at humour?’ she asked.

The T’lan Imass adjusted his helmet. ‘That depends on your mood, Adjunct.’

She climbed to her feet and strode to check her horses. ‘You’re getting stranger every day, Tool,’ she said quietly, more to herself than to the Imass. Into her mind returned the first thing she had seen when she’d opened her eyes – that damned creature and his sword.

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