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Frohosts look upon this?

’They feel betrayed,’ Silverfox said beside her ’I will answer them, Mother’ She reached out to take the Mhybe’s hand as they walked ’This is a time for memories Ancient memories, and recent hter,’ the Mhybe asked in a low, febrile tone, ’are you the bridge between the two?’

’You are wise, Mother, despite your own lack of faith in yourself The hidden is slowly revealed Look on these once-ene up all the differences between us, you struggle to hold on to your dislike, your hatred of them, for that is what is familiar Memories are the foundations of such hatred But, Mother, memories hold another truth, a secret one, and that is all that we have experienced, yes?’

The Mhybe nodded ’So our elders tell us, daughter,’ she said, biting back a faint irritation

’Experiences They are e share From opposite sides, perhaps, but they are the same The same’

’I know this, Silverfox Blaless We are all pulled, as tides are pulled by an unseen, ihtened in the Mhybe’s hand ’Then ask Korlat, Mother, what herover at the Tiste Andii, the Rhivi wo, yet saying nothing What reply does hter expect from you?’

Korlat’s smile istful ’Experiences are the same Between your two ar all who possess memories, whether an individual or a people, life’s lessons are ever the same lessons’ The Tiste Andii’s now-violet eyes rested on Silverfox ’Even a us, child?’

She shrugged ’In all that is to coiveness Hold to it, but know too that ither sleepy gaze to Korlat and the dark eyes suddenly hardened ’Soiveness must be denied’

Silence followed Dear spirits, guide us This child frightensthan anything else

They came to a halt far to one side of the place of parley just beyond the pickets of Brood’s encampment

Moments later, the Malazans reached the rise There were four of the Dujek, the now-renegade High Fist The onearmed man was older than she had expected, however, and he sat in the saddle of his roan gelding as would a man pained with old aches and stiff bones He was thin, of average height, wearing plain armour and an undecorated standard-issue shortsword strapped to his belt His narrow, hatchet face was beardless, displaying a lifetime of battle scars He wore no helrey cape and its silver-wrought fastening