The T’lan Imass strode over. ‘We can begin our arrow-making efforts, soldier.’

‘Aye, once I’m done with the tents.’

‘Very well. I shall assemble the raw material we have collected. We must fashion a tool kit.’

Toc had put up enough tents in his soldiering days to allow him to maintain fair attention on Tool’s preparations while he worked. The T’lan Imass knelt beside the antelope and, with no apparent effort, broke off both antlers down near the base. He then moved to one side and unslung the hide bag he carried, loosening the drawstring so that it unfolded onto the ground, revealing a half-dozen large obsidian cobbles collected on their passage across the old lava flow, and an assortment of different kinds of stones which had come from the shoreline beyond the Jaghut tower, along with bone-reeds and a brace of dead seagulls, both of which were still strapped to Toc’s pack.

It was always a wonder – and something of a shock – to watch the deftness of the undead warrior’s withered, almost fleshless hands, as he worked. An artist’s hands. Selecting one of the obsidian cobbles, the T’lan Imass picked up one of the larger beach stones and with three swift blows detached three long, thin blades of the volcanic glass. A few more concussive strikes created a series of flakes that varied in size and thickness.

Tool set down the hammerstone and the obsidian core. Sorting through the flakes, he chose one, gripping it in his left hand, then, with his right, he reached for one of the antlers. Using the tip of the foremost tine of the antler, the T’lan Imass began punching minute flakes from the edge of the larger flake.

Beside Toc the Younger, Lady Envy sighed. ‘Such extraordinary skill. Do you think, in the time before we began to work metal, we all possessed such abilities?’

The scout shrugged. ‘Seems likely. According to some Malazan scholars, the discovery of iron occurred only half a thousand years ago – for the peoples of the Quon Tali continent, in any case. Before that, everyone used bronze. And before bronze we used unalloyed copper and tin. Before those, why not stone?’

‘Ah, I knew you had been educated, Toc the Younger. Human scholars, alas, tend to think solely in terms of human accomplishments. Among the Elder Races, the forging of metals was quite sophisticated. Improvements on iron itself were known. My father’s sword, for example.’

He grunted. ‘Sorcery. Investment. It replaces technological advancement – it’s often a means of supplanting the progress of mundane knowledge.’

‘Why, soldier, you certainly do have particular views when it comes to sorcery. However, did I detect something of rote in your words? Which bitter scholar – some failed sorcerer no doubt – has espoused such views?’

Despite himself, Toc grinned. ‘Aye, fair enough. Not a scholar, in fact, but a High Priest.’