‘Acceptable,’ Hetan grated, narrow gaze studying the priests and priestesses. ‘What has been a request is now a demand. I shall now list your past arguments for denying our petition, and repeat once again our replies. Perhaps this time you will choose to see reason when you vote. If not, I shall force the issue.’

Rath’Hood barked a laugh, leaned forward. ‘Force the issue? Dear lass, this city and all within it are perhaps no more than a few bells from annihilation. Yet you threaten us with force? Are you truly the foolish little girl you seem?’

Hetan’s grin was savage. ‘Your past arguments. The earliest Daru records of this settlement insist the land was unoccupied. Save for ancient buildings long abandoned that were clearly not Barghast in origin. The few records that the herder camps possessed reinforced this notion. The Barghast lived to the north, upon the slopes of the hills and within the Range itself. Aye, shouldermen made pilgrimages to this land, but such journeys were infrequent and of brief duration. Agreed thus far? Good. To these arguments we have in the past made simple reply. Barghast do not live upon holy ground – the dwelling place of the bones of their ancestors. Do you live in your own cemeteries? You do not. Nor do we. The first Capan tribes found naught but the barrows of Barghast dead. They levelled them and with the Daru raised a city on our sacred land.

‘This affront cannot be undone. The past is immutable, and we are not so foolish as to insist otherwise. No, our request was simple. Formal recognition of our ownership, and right to make pilgrimage.

‘You denied the request, again and again. Priests, our patience is at an end.’

Rath’Shadowthrone crowed his laughter. He threw up his hands. ‘Indeed! Excellent! Very well! Brothers and sisters, let us grant the Barghast all they wish! Delicious irony, to freely give all that we are about to lose! Will the Pannions honour it?’ His mask shifted into a sneer. ‘I think not.’

Hetan shook her head. ‘I said our patience has ended, beetle-under-rock. Our past requests no longer obtain. This city will fall. The Pannions will offer no welcome. The desire of Barghast pilgrims none the less must be answered. Thus.’ She crossed her arms.

The silence stretched.

Then Rath’Queen of Dreams gasped.

Hetan faced her squarely. ‘Ah, you know the truth of it!’

With a visage of thoughtful regard belied by the flustered alarm evinced by her posture and gestures, the priestess cleared her throat. ‘Not all among us. A few. Very few.’ Her head turned, surveyed her brothers and sisters. Rath’Burn was the first to react, her breath hissing through the slitted mouth of her mask.

After a moment, Rath’Hood grunted. ‘I see. An extraordinary solution indeed—’