Lady Envy stood before them, chin propped on one hand as she studied the glyphs. ‘How curious. The root of this language is Imari. Genostelian, I suspect.’

Toc rubbed sweaty dust from his brow. ‘What do they say? Let me guess. “All who come here shall be torn in two, flayed alive, beheaded and badly beaten.’”

She glanced back at him, a brow raised. ‘The one to the right indicates the road to Kel Tor. The one to the left, Bastion. None the less remarkable, for all the mundanity of the messages. Clearly, the Pannion Domin was once a Genostel colony – the Genostelians were distant seafarers, my dear. Alas, their glory waned centuries ago. A measure of their height is evinced by what we see before us, for the Genostel archipelago is halfway across the world from here.’

Grunting, Toc squinted up the heaved road that led to Bastion. ‘Well, maybe their cities survived, but by all accounts the Pannions were once hill peoples. Herders. Barbaric. Rivals of the Daru and Gadrobi tribes. Your colony was conquered, Lady Envy.’

‘It’s always the way, isn’t it? A civilization flowers, then a horde of grunting savages with close-set eyes show up and step on it. Malazan Empire take note.’

‘ “Never ignore the barbarians,”‘ Toc muttered. ‘Emperor Kellanved’s words.’

‘Surprisingly wise. What happened to him?’

‘He was murdered by a woman with close-set eyes . . . but she was from civilized stock. Napan ... if you can call Napans civilized. From the heart of the empire, in any case.’

‘Baaljagg looks restless, my dear. We should resume our journey, what with all these undead two-legged lizards on their way.’

‘Tool said the nearest ones were still days distant. How far is it to Bastion?’

‘We should arrive by dusk tomorrow night, assuming the distance indicated on these milestones remains accurate.’

They set off down the road, the Seguleh trailing with the travois. The cobbles underfoot, though worn deep in places, were now mostly clothed in grasses. There had been few if any travellers this season, and Toc saw no-one on the road as the day wound on. Old carcasses of cattle and sheep in the pastures to either side showed evidence of predation by wolves. No shepherds to tend the flocks, and among all domesticated livestock only goats and horses could survive a return to the wild.

As they paused for a mid-afternoon rest on the outskirts of yet another abandoned hamlet – this one without a temple – Toc checked his weapons one more time, then hissed in frustration and glared at Lady Envy who was sitting across from him. ‘This doesn’t make sense. The Domin’s expanding. Voraciously. Armies need food. So do cities. If the countryside’s home to nothing but ghosts, who in Hood’s name is supplying them?’