The twin-scarred Seguleh stiffened upon seeing the T’lan Imass, took one step forward.

‘Oh really!’ Lady Envy hissed. ‘Challenges are forbidden! Any more of this nonsense and I shall lose my temper—’

All three Seguleh flinched back a step.

‘There,’ the woman said, ‘that’s much better.’ She swung to Toc. ‘Assuage your needs, young man. The jug contains Saltoan white wine, suitably chilled.’

Toc found himself unable to look away from the Seguleh wearing the twin-scarred mask.

‘If a fixed stare represents a challenge,’ Lady Envy said quietly, ‘I suggest, for the sake of peace – not to mention your life – that you refrain from your present engagement, Toc the Younger.’

He grunted in sudden alarm, tore his gaze from the man. ‘Good point, Lady. It’s only that I’ve never heard of ... well, never mind. Doesn’t matter.’ He approached the table, reached for the jug.

Movement exploded behind him, followed by the sound of a body skidding across the room, striking the wall with a sickly thud. Toc spun round to see Tool, sword upraised, facing the two remaining Seguleh. Senu lay crumpled ten paces away, either unconscious or dead. His two swords were both halfway out of their sheaths.

Standing beside Tool, the ay named Baaljagg was staring at the body, tail wagging.

Lady Envy regarded the other Seguleh with eyes of ice. ‘Given that my commands have proved insufficient, I now leave future encounters in the T’lan Imass’s obviously capable hands.’ She swung to Tool. ‘Is Senu dead?’

‘No. I used the flat of my blade, Lady, having no desire to slay one of your servants.’

‘Considerate of you, given the circumstances.’

Toc closed one shaky hand on the jug’s handle. ‘Shall I pour one for you as well, Lady Envy?’

She glanced at him, raised one eyebrow, then smiled. ‘A splendid idea, Toc the Younger. Clearly, it falls to you and me to establish civility.’

‘What have you learned,’ Tool said, addressing her, ‘of the Rent?’

Cup in hand, she faced him. ‘Ah, you cut to the quick in all matters, I see. It has been bridged. By a mortal soul. As I am sure you are aware. The focus of my studies, however, has been on the identity of the warren itself. It is unlike any other. The portal seems almost ... mechanical.’

Rent? That would be the red welt in the air. Uh.

‘You have examined the K’Chain Che’Malle tombs, Lady?’

She wrinkled her nose. ‘Briefly. They are all empty, and have been for some time. Decades.’

Tool’s head tilted with a soft creak. ‘Only decades?’

‘Unpleasant detail, indeed. I believe the Matron experienced considerable difficulty in extricating herself, then spent still further time in recovering from her ordeal, before releasing her children. She and her brood made further efforts in the buried city to the northwest, though incomplete, as if the results proved unsatisfactory. They then appear to have departed the area entirely.’ She paused, then added, ‘It may be relevant that the Matron was the original soul sealing the Rent. Another hapless creature resides there now, we must presume.’