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’They have, Warlord Their … donations … have allowed us to fulfil our resupply needs’
’I believe a delegation is on its way from Darujhistan and should be here in a short while,’ Brood added ’Should you require additional assistance ’
’Generous of the
’The command tent awaits us,’ the warlord said ’There are details that need to be discussed’
’As you say,’ Dujek agreed ’Warlord, we have battled one another for a long tie Let us hope the Pannion Dorimaced ’But not too worthy’
’Granted,’ Dujek said, grinning
Still standing slightly apart with the Tiste Andii and the Mhybe, Silverfox smiled and spoke quietly ’So we have it They have locked gazes Taken the measure of the other… and both are pleased’
’A remarkable alliance, this,’ Korlat muttered with a faint shake of her head ’To so easily relinquish so htening a the people whom I have known in hed low in her throat ’And you doubt your oisdom, Mother …’
Caladan Brood’s command tent was situated in the centre of the Tiste Andii encah she had visited it many times and had acquired soain struck by the sense of strangeness as she strode with the others into theirthe aisles and pathways between the high-peaked narrow tents There was little in the way of conversation aures they passed, nor was any particular attention accorded Brood and his entourage -- even Korlat, Anomander Rake’s second-in-command, received but scant notice
It was difficult for the Mhybe to understand -- a people plagued by indifference, an apathy that made even the efforts of civil discourse too , tortured past of the Tiste Andii Wounds that would never heal Even suffering, the Rhivi had co a way of life To then extend such an existence froht home to the Mhybe a dull shock of horror
These narrow, arcane tentsnecropolis haunted with lost spirits The strangely stained, ragged ribbons tied to the iron tent poles added a votive touch to the scene, as did the gaunt, spectral figures of the Tiste Andii the, an eternal expectation that never failed to send shivers through the Mhybe And worse, she knew their capabilities -- she had seen the efficiency And she had seen their sorcery
A humans, cold indifference was often e of evil -- if such a thing existed -- but the Tiste Andii had yet to reveal such wanton acts They fought at Brood’s command, for a cause not their own, and those few of theround It had fallen to the Rhivi to retrieve those bodies, to treat the The Tiste Andii looked upon such efforts without expression, as if bemused by the attention accorded to a mere corpse
The coonal and wood-frae that had once been red It had once belonged to the Crimson Guard, and had been left on a rubbish heap before Outrider Hurlochel had come to rescue it for the warlord As with the standard, Brood wasn’t e flap at the entrance had been tied back Atop the front support pole sat a Great Raven, head cocked towards the group, beak open as if in silent laughter The Mhybe’s thin lips quirked into a half-s Crone Ano Caladan Brood, offering incessant advice like a conscience twisted awry The Great Raven had tested the warlord’s patience more than once -- yet Brood tolerates her in the same way he tolerates Anoree that Brood and Rake have worked side by side for a log, long time, yet is there trust between them? That particular relationship is a hard one to understand, with layers upon layers of co for Crone’s dubious role in providing the bridge between the tarriors
’Dujek Onearm!’ Crone screamed, the outburst followed by a s from one Baruk, an alchemist in Darujhistan And, froht of High House Darkness, son of Mother Dark herself, I convey to you his … no, not greeting as such… not greeting … but amusement Yes, amusement!’