Gardens of the Moon (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #1)

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Gardens of the Moon (The Malazan Book of the Fallen #1) Page 161

“Tell me, Kruppe,” K'rul said, “what do you hear?”

“The passing of a great wagon or some such thing,” he replied, with a frown. “I hear its wheels, and chains, and the groaning of slaves.”

“Its name is Dragnipur,” K'rul said. “And it is a sword.” Kruppe's frown deepened. “How can a wagon and slaves be a sword?”

“Forged in darkness, it chains souls to the world that existed before the coming of light. Kruppe, its wielder is among you.”

In Kruppe's mind his Deck of Dragons rose. He saw the image of half man, half dragon-the Knight of High House Darkness, also known as the Son of Darkness. The man held aloft a black sword trailing smoky chains. “The Knight is in Darujhistan?” he asked, fighting a shiver of fear.

“In Darujhistan,” K'rul replied. “Around Darujhistan. Above Darujhistan. His presence is a lodestone to power, and great is the danger.” The Elder God faced Kruppe. “He is in league with Master Baruk and the T'orrud Cabal-Darujhistan's secret rulers have found a two-edged ally. Dragnipur tasted a demon's soul this night, Kruppe, in your city. It is never thirsty for long, and it will feed on more blood before this is done.”

“Can anyone withstand it?” Kruppe asked.

K'rul shrugged. “None could when it was first forged, but that was long ago, before even my time. I cannot answer for the present. I have one other piece of information, Kruppe, a small piece, I'm afraid.”

“Kruppe hearkens.”

“The journey Master Baruk is sending you on to the Gadrobi Hills. Elder magic brews anew, after so long. It is Tellann-of the Imass-but what it touches is Omtose Phellack-Jaghut Elder magic. Kruppe, stay out of their way. Especially guard the Coin Bearer. What is about to come is a danger as grave as the Knight and his sword, and as ancient.

“Step carefully, Kruppe.”

“Kruppe always steps carefully, Eldering One.”

BOOK FIVE

Beyond these thin hide walls a child sits, before her on worn silk a Deck is arrayed.

She cannot yet speak and the scenes before her she's never before seen in this life.

The child gazes upon a lone card named Obelisk, the stone grey she can feel its roughness in her mind.

Obelisk stands buried in a grassy knoll like a knuckle protruded from the earth, past and future.

This child's eyes are wide with terror, for cracks have appeared in the stone of stones and she, knows the shattering is begun.

Silverfox Outrider Hurlochel, 6th Army la

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I saw them on the shores the deepening pits of their gaze vowed immortal war against the sighing calm of Jaghut seas:

Gothos” Folly Gothos (b.?)

907th Year in the Third Millennium The Season of Fanderay in the Year of the Five Tusks By Malazan reckoning, 1163rd Year of Burn's Sleep T'lan Imass reckoning, The Year of Gathering, Tellann Arise

As the days passed, adjunct lorn felt a sharpness return to her mind, the exhaustion and depression fading away. The thought that she could allow herself to slip into carelessness so easily had left her shaken, and that was not a feeling with which she was familiar. She did not know how to deal with it, and this kept her unbalanced, not quite sure of her own efficacy.

As the Gadrobi Hills appeared, first to the south and then to the west as well, she sensed a desperate urgency to regain her confidence. The mission approached a vital juncture. Success with the Jaghut barrow would almost ensure success with everything else.

Since this dawn she'd ridden hard, pushing to keep her schedule intact after travelling so slowly in the first few days. Both horses were in need of rest, so she now walked ahead of them, the reins tucked through her belt. And beside her walked Tool.

Though the Imass spoke often, at her prodding, of many fascinating things, he denied her efforts regarding matters important to the Empire, and to Laseen's continued power. All seemed to return to the vows he had had taken at the last Gathering. For the Imass, something was coming to a head. She wondered if it was somehow connected with freeing this Jaghut Tyrant. And that was a disturbing thought.

Still, she would not permit any ambivalence to threaten the mission. In this she was Laseen's arm, and it was directed not of Lorn's own accord but by the Empress. Dujek and Tayschrenn had well reminded her of that truth. Thus, she played no role in all this-not as the woman named Lorn. How could she be held responsible for anything?

“In my years among humans,” Tool said, beside her, I have come to recollect the passing of emotions in body and expressions. Adjunct, you have worn a frown the past two days. Is this significant?”

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