House of Chains
Raraku had risen.
To claim a shattered warren.
The Wickan warlocks had known what was coming. Flight was impossible, but the islands of coral stood high-higher than any other feature this side of the escarpment-and it was on these that the armies gathered.
To await what could be their annihilation.
The north sky was a massive wall of white, billowing clouds. A cool, burgeoning wind thrashed through the palms around the oasis.
Then the sound reached them.
A roar unceasing, building, of water, cascading, foaming, tumbling across the vast desert.
The Holy Desert, it seemed, held far more than bones and memories. More than ghosts and dead cities. Lostara Yil stood near the Adjunct, ignoring the baleful glares Tene Baralta continued casting her way. Wondering… if Pearl was on that high ground, standing over Sha’ik’s grave… if that ground was in fact high enough.
She wondered, too, at what she had seen these past months. Visions burned into her soul, fraught and mysterious, visions that could still chill her blood if she allowed them to rise before her mind’s eye once more. Crucified dragons. Murdered gods. Warrens of fire and warrens of ashes.
It was odd, she reflected, to be thinking these things, even as a raging sea was born from seeming nothing and was sweeping towards them, drowning all in its path.
Odder, still, to be thinking of Pearl. She was hard on him, viciously so at times. Not because she cared, but because it was fun. No, that was too facile, wasn’t it? She cared indeed.
What a stupid thing to have let happen.
A weary sigh close beside her. Lostara scowled without turning. ‘You’re back.’
‘As requested,’ Pearl murmured.
Oh, she wanted to hit him for that.
‘The task is… done?’
‘Aye. Consigned to the deep and all that. If Tene Baralta still wants her, he’ll have to hold his breath.’
She looked then. ‘Really? The sea is already that deep?’ Then we’re -
‘No. High and dry, actually. The other way sounded more… poetic.’
‘I really hate you.’
He nodded. ‘And you’ll have plenty of time in which to luxuriate in it.’
‘Yes. Oh, we’ll get our feet wet, but these were islands even back then. This sea will flood the oasis. It will pound up against the raised road west of here-since it was the coastal road back then. And wash up close to the escarpment, maybe even reach it.’
Infuriatingly, Pearl simply shrugged. ‘A guess? We build a flotilla of rafts and bind them together to form a bridge, straight to the west road. The sea will be shallow enough there anyway, even if that doesn’t work as well as it should-but I have every confidence in the Adjunct.’
The wall of water then struck the far side of the oasis, with the sound of thunder. Palms waved wildly, then began toppling.
‘Well, now we know what turned that other forest to stone,’ Pearl said loudly over the thrashing roar of water-
That now flowed across the ruins, filling the Dogslayer trenches, tumbling down into the basin.
And Lostara could see that Pearl was right. Its fury was already spent, and the basin seemed to swallow the water with a most prodigious thirst.
She glanced over to study the Adjunct.
Impassive, watching the seas rise, one hand on the hilt of her sword.
Oh, why does looking at you break my heart?
The sands were settling on the carcasses of the horses. The three squads sat or stood, waiting for the rest of the legion. Bottle had walked up to the road to see the source of the roar, had come staggering back with the news.
A sea.
A damned sea.
And its song was in Fiddler’s soul, now. Strangely warm, almost comforting.
One and all, they then turned to watch the giant rider and his giant horse thunder along that road, heading westward. Dragging something that kicked up a lot of dust.
The image of that stayed with Fiddler long after the clouds of dust had drifted off the road, down the near side of the slope.
Could have been a ghost.
But he knew it wasn’t.
Could have been their worst enemy.
But if he was, it didn’t matter. Not right now.
A short while later there was a startled shout from Smiles, and Fiddler turned, in time to see two figures stride out from a warren.
Despite everything, he found himself grinning.
Old friends, he realized, were getting harder to find.