Chapters (40)
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE
- PROLOGUE
- BOOK ONE - FACES IN THE ROCK
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- BOOK TWO - COLD IRON
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- BOOK THREE - SOMETHING BREACHES
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- BOOK FOUR - HOUSE OF CHAINS
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- GLOSSARY
- ASCENDANTS
- BRIDGEBURNERS
- ELDER PEOPLES
- THE WARRENS
- THE DECK OF DRAGONS
The mutual examination continued for a moment longer, then the tusked warrior resumed his excavation, disappearing from sight as he strode into the cavity he had cleared in the rockfall.
Karsa glanced back at the other man.
Who gestured again with the goat leg.
The Teblor approached. He set down his pack near the hearth and drew a knife, then cut away a slab of meat and returned to where the other sat. ‘You speak the language of the tribes,’ Karsa said, ‘yet I have never before seen your kind. Nor that of your companion.’
‘And you are an equally rare sight, Thelomen Toblakai. I am named Mappo, of the people known as Trell, who hail from west of the Jhag Odhan. My single-minded companion is Icarium, a Jhag—’
‘Icarium? Is that a common name, Mappo? There is a figure in my tribe’s own legends who is so named.’
The Trell’s ochre eyes narrowed momentarily. ‘Common? Not in the way you ask. The name certainly appears in the tales and legends of countless people.’
Karsa frowned at the odd pedantry, if that was what it was. Then he crouched down opposite Mappo and tore off a mouthful of the tender meat.
‘It occurs to me, of a sudden,’ Mappo said, a hint of a grin flickering across his bestial features, ‘that this chance encounter is unique ... in ways too numerous to list. A Trell, a Jhag, and a Thelomen Toblakai... and we each are likely the only one of our respective kinds in all of Seven Cities. Even more extraordinary, I believe I know of you – by reputation only, of course. Sha’ik has a bodyguard ... a Thelomen Toblakai, with an armoured vest made of petrified shells, and a wooden sword ...’
Karsa nodded, swallowing down the last of the meat in his mouth before replying, ‘Aye, I am in the service of Sha’ik. Does this fact make you my enemy?’
‘Not unless you choose to be,’ Mappo answered, ‘and I would advise against that.’
‘So does everyone,’ Karsa muttered, returning to his meal.
‘Ah, so you are not as ignorant of us as you first said.’
‘A score of wolves spoke to me,’ Karsa explained. ‘Little was said, barring the warning itself. I do not know what makes you two so dangerous, nor do I much care. Impede me in my journey and I will kill you. It is as simple as that.’
Mappo slowly nodded. ‘And have we cause to impede you?’
‘Not unless you choose to have,’ Karsa responded.
The Trell smiled. ‘Thus, it is best we learn nothing of each other, then.’
‘Aye, that would be best.’
‘Alas,’ Mappo sighed, ‘Icarium already knows all he needs to of you, and as to what he intends, while already decided, he alone knows.’
‘If he believes he knows me,’ Karsa growled, ‘he deceives himself.’