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Pearl watches Tavore's fleet nearby, wondering how they arrived so soon, what the strange huge ships are, and how the Empress had known they'd be there. He glances at the plague flags flying above the ships but doesn't believe for a second that there is actually plague on the ships.
"What is your opinion of Tavore?" the Empress asks him.
"She doesn't inspire me, nor the 14th Army," he replies, his eyes glued to the ships in the harbor.
"She hasn't failed us once. Y'Ghatan went about as well as it could have."
"That's true, Empress, but it's perception that will tell the story here. Tavore never emerges untarnished. She lives in the shadow of the Coltaine." Indeed, this must be why Korbolo Dom and Mallick Rel were seeking to destroy that legacy, he thought. "It won't work, what those two are trying. It merely taints us all."
"You need more faith in civilization's resiliency, Pearl. The foreigners in those huge ships must have seen something in Tavore that we do not. I wonder why she leaves them out in the harbor. Could this be her first move?"
Indeed, thought Pearl. I'm sure you'd love for them to disembark. It would cause a riot to remember. Perhaps that would distract her detractors from what she was doing, what she was allowing Mallick Rel and Korbolo Dom to do.
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Kalam worries that Tavore's plans are too risky, too extreme. Curdle and Telorast had told him that Apsalar is gone, and that they were afraid of someone in the City. As he is chewing on this, his eyes are scanning the docks. He notices Tene Baralta and his Red Blades going ashore.
"Already we are betrayed..." whispers Tavore, making Kalam jump. He hadn't even noticed her and T'Amber joining him at the ship's rails. Indeed, he thinks, and this is just the beginning, I suspect.
Tavore shakes her head and scowls then turns to Kalam. "I'd like for you and T'Amber to be my escort."
So small an escort? It was not getting to Mock's Hold he was worried about, it was getting back after the adjunct's meeting with the Empress.
"Of course, Adjunct. I'll get you safely to Mock's Hold."
Tavore's face showed disappointment and T'Amber seems angry at him all of a sudden. What more did they expect?
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The heavy door at the top of Rampart Way opened with a squeal, revealing a massive, humped form silhouetted on the threshold. As the Adjunct reached the level, the figure stepped back. She strode into the gatehouse followed by T'Amber, then Fist Tene Baralta, who had not betrayed her as she had feared, but wished to be her escort to Mock's Hold. Kalam entered the musty room last. The air was sweet with the cloying fumes of rum.
The assassin paused opposite the keeper. "Lubben."
A heavy, rumbling reply, "Kalam Mekhar."
"Busy night?"
"Not everybody uses the door," Lubben replied.
Kalam nodded and said nothing more. He continued on, emerging out into the keep's courtyard. Somewhere overhead, a weather vane squealed momentarily. He set off after the others.
Two claws flanked the keep entrance - not the usual guard. Kalam wondered where the resident Fist and his guard were tonight. Probably in the storehouse cellars, blind drunk. Hood knows, it's where I'd be in their boots. As Kalam passed between the two assassins, both tilted their hooded heads in his direction. A mocking acknowledgement, he concluded, or something worse.
Another claw had been awaiting them, and this cowled figure now led them to a set of double doors, leaving Fist Baralta's Red Blades in a room along the way. Not the usual room for official meetings, Kalam noted. This one was smaller - if the approach was any indication - and situated in a quarter of the keep rarely frequented. Two more Claws stood guard at the entrance, and both turned to open the doors.
Kalam watched the Adjunct stride in, then halt. As did T'Amber and Tene Baralta. Kalam's breath caught.
A tribunal awaited them, and seated opposite them were Empress Laseen, Korbolo Dom - attired as a High Fist - and another person Kalam did not recognize. Round-faced and full-featured, corpulent, wearing blue silks. His sleepy eyes regarded the Adjunct with an executioner's avarice. The oily fat man fixed his gaze on the assassin and leaned forward slightly.
"Kalam Mekhar, yes? Great pleasure," he murmured, "in meeting you at last."
"Is it? I'm happy for you... whoever you are."
"Mallick Rel."
"Here in what capacity?" Kalam asked. "Chief snake?"
"That will be enough from you," the Empress said. "Sit if you must, Kalam, but be silent. And understand, I did not request your presence here this night."
Kalam sensed a hidden question in that statement, to which he but shrugged. No, Laseen, I'm not ready to give you anything.
Baralta requests that the Empress countermand Tavore's order making him a fist in the Fourteenth Army and removing the Red Blades from the Fourteenth. Laseen agrees and dismisses him. Laseen then turns her attention to Tavore.
"Why the ruse with the plague flags?" she asks.
Tavore shrugs. "Fist Keneb has seemingly decided it was unsafe to land the troops. It appears the Empire labors under the mistaken belief with regard to the Chain of Dogs. I wonder at the presence of Korbolo Dom and Mallick Rel at these proceedings. They are guilty of rebellion and slaughter. They should be in the gaol, not sitting at your side."
"You believe, rather childishly, that some truths are intransigent and undeniable, but in reality, all truths are malleable. And anyway, the populace no longer seems to care much for the truth. The Malazan Empire is at its most precarious moment, and all is uncertain, hovering on the cusp. We have lost Dujek Onearm to plague - and his army appears to have vanished entirely, likely also victims of that plague. Events have taken a turn for the worse in Korel. The decimation of Seven Cities has struck us a near-mortal blow with respect to our economy and, specifically, the harvests. We may find ourselves facing starvation before the subcontinent can recover. It becomes imperative, Tavore, to force a new shape upon our empire."
"And what, Empress, does this new shape entail?"
Mallick Rel spoke: "Victims, alas. Spilled blood, to slacken the thirst, the need. Unfortunate, but no other path presents. All are saddened here. You must hand over the Wickans. And the Khundryl."
The Adjunct hesitated, then fixed her gaze upon Laseen. "Empress, I must speak to you. Alone. There are matters that belong exclusively to the Empress and her Adjunct."
Mallick Rel hissed, then said, "Matters unleashed by an otataral sword, you mean! It is as I feared, Empress! She serves another, now, and would draw cold iron across the throat of the Malazan Empire!"
And Kalam saw then something he never thought to see. A flicker of fear, in the Empress's eyes.
"Tavore," she said quietly. "it was never the function of the Adjunct to command armies. Necessity forced my hand with the rebellion in Seven Cities, but that is now over. You see before you the restructuring of the Malazan high command. Mallick Rel may well possess talents in many areas of administration, but is lacking in others. I need you to complement his talents. Korbolo Dom is now High Fist, in fact, with Dujek's death, the ranking High Fist, and has taken up the ancient title of First Sword of the Empire. You must now hand over command of your army to him. The time has come, Tavore, to set aside your sword."
Silence. From Tavore, no movement, not a single twitch of emotion. "As you command, Empress."
"I am pleased," said the Empress.
"It will be necessary," Tavore said, "for me to return, briefly, to the docks. Fist Keneb will doubt the veracity of the change of command if informed by anyone but me."
"A most loyal man," murmured Mallick Rel.
"Yes, he is that."
"And these Perish," Korbolo Dom demanded. "Will they submit to my authority?"
The Empress said, "These discussions can wait. The mob in the city below will get out of hand if the proper sacrifices aren't delivered. Are you ready, Tavore?"
Kalam found he was holding his breath. He could not see Tavor's eyes, but something in Laseen's told him that the Adjunct had locked gazes with the Empress, and in that moment something passed between them, an dslowly, in increments, the eyes of Laseen went flat, strangely colourless.
The Adjunct rose. "I am, Empress."
T'amber also stood, and, before anyone could shift their attention to Kalam, the assassin climbed to his feet.
"Adjunct," he said in a weary rumble, "I will see you out."
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"Kalam Mekhar," said T'amber. "How many Hands await us?"
He looked away. "Four ships moored below. Could be as many as eighty."
"Eighty?"
Kalam nodded. You are dead, Adjunct. So are you, T'amber. "She will not let you get back to the ships," he said, still not meeting their gazes. "To do so invites a civil war--"
"No," Tavore said.
Kalam frowned, glanced at her.
"We are leaving the Malazan Empire. And in all likelihood will never return."
T'amber said, "There is a convergence this night, Kalam, here in Malaz City. The game is in a frenzy of move and countermove, and yes, Mallick Rel is a participant, although the hand that guides him remains remote, unseen. Removing him, as you intend to do, will prove a deadly blow and may well shift the entire balance. It may well save not just the Malazan Empire, but the world itself. How can we object to your desire?"
"And yet..."
"Yes," T'amber said. "We are asking you. Kalam, without you we stand no chance at all-"
"Six hundred assassins, damn you!" He set his head against the wall, unwilling, unable to look upon these two women, to see the need in their eyes. "I'm not enough. You have to see that. We all go down, and Mallick Rel lives."
"As you say," Tavore replied.
"It is clear that something has not occurred to you," T'amber said.
"What hasn't?"
"The Claw. They are infiltrated. Extensively. The Jhistal priest has not been idle. Six hundred assassins, yes, but they will be fighting amongst each other as well."
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Pearl stepped into the chamber. Mallick Rel was pacing, and Korbolo Dom had uncorked a bottle of wine and was pouring himself a goblet. The Empress remained in her chair.
"The three are nearing the Gate," she said.
"I see. So, Kalam Mekhar has made his choice, then."
"Yes."
"I have unfinished business with him, Empress."
"Do not let that interfere with what must be done. Kalam is the least relevant target, do you understand me? Get him out of the way, of course, but then complete what is commanded of you."
"Of course, Empress."
Kalam Mekhar. Finally, we can end this. For that, Empress, thank you.
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 23 February 2015 - 06:56 PM

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