Erikson, Steven - Malazan 03 - Memories of Ice by Erikson Steven

Author:Erikson, Steven [Erikson, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: 2011
ISBN: 9781435270329
Publisher: Tor Fantasy
Published: 2009-11-09T05:00:00+00:00

The Mhybe’s eyes snapped open. The wagon rocked and pitched. Thunder shook the ground. The shouts of Rhivi were on all sides, a wailing chorus of alarm and consternation. Her bones and muscles protested as she was thrown about in the cataclysm, but she would not cry out. She wanted only to hide.

The rumbling faded, replaced by the distant lowing of the bhederin and, closer by, the soft footpads of her kin as they rushed past the wagon. The herd was close to panic, and a stampede was imminent.

Bringing ruin to us all. Yet that would be a mercy. An end to the pain, to my nightmares . . .

In her dreams she was young once more, but those dreams held no joy. Strangers walked the tundra landscape where she invariably found herself. They approached. She fled. Darting like a snow hare. Running, always running.

Strangers. She did not know what they wanted, but they were seeking her – that much was clear. Tracking her, like hunters their quarry. To sleep was to awaken exhausted, limbs trembling, chest heaving with agonized breaths.

She had been saved from the Abyss, from those countless tattered souls lost in eternal, desperate hunger. Saved, by a dragon. To what end? Leaving me in a place where I am hunted, pursued without surcease?

Time passed, punctuated by the herders’ calming words to the frightened bhederin. There would be no stampede after all. Rumbles still trembled through the earth, in diminishing ripples that grew ever farther apart.

The Mhybe moaned softly to herself as the wagon rocked once more, this time to the arrival of the two Daru, Coll and Murillio.

‘You’ve awakened,’ the councillor noted. ‘It’s no surprise.’

‘Leave me be,’ she said, drawing the hides around her shivering body and curling away from the two men. It’s so cold...

‘Any idea what’s happened up ahead?’ Murillio asked Coll.

‘Seems Brood lost his temper.’

‘Gods! With whom? Kallor? That bastard deserves—’

‘Not Kallor, friend,’ Coll growled. ‘Make another guess – shouldn’t take you long.’

Murillio groaned. ‘Kruppe.’

‘Hood knows he’s stretched the patience of all of us at one time or another . . . only none of us was capable of splitting apart half the world and throwing new mountains skyward.’

‘Did the little runt get himself killed? I can’t believe—’

‘Word is, he’s come out unscathed. Typically. Complaining of the dust. No-one else was injured, either, though the warlord himself almost got his head kicked in by an angry mule.’

‘Kruppe’s mule? The one that sleeps when it walks?’

‘Aye, the very one.’

Sleeps. Dreams of being a horse, no doubt. Magnificent, tall, fierce . . .

‘That beast is a strange one, indeed. Never seen a mule so ... so watchful. Of everything. Queen of Dreams, that’s the oddest looking range of mountains I’ve ever seen!’

‘Aye, Murillio, it does look bigger than it really is. Twists the eye. A broken spine, like something you’d see at the very horizon, yet there it is, not half a league from us. Doesn’t bear thinking about, if you ask me ...’

Nothing bears thinking about.

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