With a soft grunt, Whiskeyjack strode back to his horse. There were too many mysteries roiling through the company of the two armies, secrets that seemed to hold promises of explosive revelation. Probably violent ones at that. He felt uneasy. I wish Quick Ben was here . . . Hood knows, I wish I knew what was happening with him, and Paran and the Bridgeburners. Did they succeed? Or are they all now dead, their skulls surmounting poles around the Barghast camps?

A substantial part of the column’s vanguard reached the hill’s crest, where they halted in a ragged line.

Whiskeyjack swung himself into the saddle and made his way towards the group.

Kallor, riding a gaunt, grey horse, had deliberately drawn rein apart from the others. His faded grey cloak was tight about his broad, armoured shoulders. Shadows deepened the lines of his ancient, weathered face. Long strands of his grey hair drifted to one side in the wind.

Whiskeyjack’s gaze held on the man a moment longer, gauging, then shifted to the others lining the ridge. Brood and Dujek were side by side. On the warlord’s right was the outrider, Hurlochel; on the Malazan’s left, the standard-bearer, Artanthos. The Trygalle Trade Guild’s merchant-mage, Haradas, was also present, and, of course, Korlat.

None were speaking as Whiskeyjack’s horse reached the crest. Then Dujek nodded and growled, ‘Korlat’s described what the scouts found. Anything else to add?’

Whiskeyjack glanced at the Tiste Andii, but her expression was closed. He shook his head. ‘No, High Fist. Korlat and her kin seem to know more about these K’Chain Che’Malle than the rest of us – what lies below are a jumble of shattered bones, some weapons and armour. I could not have identified them myself. The Rhivi scouts believe they were undead—’

‘Fortunate for us all,’ muttered Kallor. ‘I am not so ignorant of these creatures as the rest of you, barring Korlat. Further, I am feeling unusually . . . loquacious. Thus. Remnants of the K’Chain Che’Malle civilization can be found on virtually every continent on this world. Indeed, in the place of my old empire, Jacuruku, their strange mechanisms filled pits and holes in the earth – whenever my people had to cut below the surface, they discovered such constructs. More, barrows were found. Scholars conducted careful examination of their contents. Do you wish to hear an account of their conclusions or am I boring you?’

‘Go on,’ Caladan drawled.