‘You – you...’ Her words were drowned out in a flood of pain rising up within her, an anguish more thorough in shattering her than anything she’d yet suffered. She staggered back a step.

Baudin’s small, flat eyes held steady on her.

Heboric cleared his throat. ‘We’d best hurry. Dawn’s not far off, and while I doubt our crossing the lake is likely to be noticed, there’s no point in making our intentions obvious. After all, we’re Malazan.’ He strode down to the waiting bladders. ‘The plan is to wait out the coming day at the other end of the reach, then set out after sunset. Less likely that any roving bands of Dosii will see us.’

Dully, Felisin followed the two men to the lake’s edge. Baudin strapped one of the packs against Heboric’s chest. Felisin realized she would have to share the other bladder with Baudin. She studied the big man as he checked the netting one last time.

Beneth’s dead. So he says. He probably didn’t even look for him. Beneth’s alive. He must be. Nothing more than a bloodied face. Baudin’s lying.

Sinker Lake’s water washed the last of the mud and tincture from Felisin’s skin. It was not nearly enough.

The cliff face bounced back the echoes of their harsh breaths. Chilled and feeling the water striving to pull her down, Felisin tightened her grip on the netting. ‘I see no cave,’ she gasped.

Baudin grunted. ‘Surprised you can see anything at all,’ he said.

She made no reply. The flesh around her eyes had swollen until only slits remained. Her ears felt like slabs of meat, heavy and huge, and the flesh inside her mouth had closed around her teeth. She was having difficulty breathing, constantly clearing her throat without effect. The discomforts left her feeling dislocated, as if she had no vanity left to sting, bringing an almost amused relief.

Surviving this is all that counts. Let Tavore see all the scars she’s given me, the day we come face to face. I need say nothing, then, to justify my revenge.

‘The opening is under the surface,’ Heboric said. ‘We need to puncture these bladders and swim down. Baudin will go first, with a rope tied to his waist. Hold on to that rope, lass, else you’ll be pulled to the bottom.’

Baudin handed her a dagger, then laid the rope over the bobbing pack. A moment later he pushed himself towards the cliff wall and vanished beneath the lake’s surface.

Felisin snatched at the rope, gripping it hard as she watched the coils play out. ‘How far down?’

‘Seven, eight feet,’ Heboric said. ‘Then about fifteen feet through the cave until you’ll find your next breath. Can you manage it, lass?’

I will have to.