he glared at the southern night sky. this celestial arbiter was indifferent to everything but the punishment it would deliver. cut sharp as a gem, five jade swords were swinging down.

of course they weren't all aiming at him. it just felt that way, on this steamy night with the river full of glinting eyes from those damned crocodiles-and they wanted him too. he'd heard from the barge hands about how they'd tip a boat if they could and then swarm the hapless victims, tearing them to pieces. he shivered.

'there's a glamour about you, adjutant.'

stormy looked up. 'i'm a corporal, high mage.'

'and i'm a squad mage, aye.'

'you was a squad mage, just like i was maybe once an adjutant, but now you're a high mage and i'm a corporal.'

quick ben shrugged beneath his rain-cape, which he'd drawn tight. 'at first i thought it was just the slashes, giving you that glow. but then, i saw how it flickered-like flames under your skin, stormy.'

'you're seeing things. go scare someone else.'

'where's gesler?'

'how should i know? on some other barge.'

'fires are burning on the wastelands.'

stormy started, scowled up at quick ben. 'what's that?'

'sorry?'

'what was that you were saying? about fires?'

'the ones under your skin?'

'no, the wastelands.'

'no idea, adjutant.' quick ben turned away, strangely ghostly, and then wandered off.

stormy stared after him, chewing at his lower lip, and from the whiskers there he tasted bits of stew. his stomach rumbled.

they weren't on any official list, which meant no ink-stained clerk had a chance to break them up for this voyage. sergeant sunrise thrice-blessed the errant for that. he lounged on a mass of spare bedrolls, feeling half-drunk with all this freedom. and the camaraderie. he already loved all the soldiers in this company, and the thought that it was a continuation of a famous malazan company made him proud and eager to prove himself, and he knew he wasn't alone in that.

dead hedge was the perfect commander, as far as he was concerned. a man brimming with enthusiasm and boundless energy. happy to be back, sunrise surmised. from that dead place where the dead went after they were dead. it had been a long walk, or so hedge had said when he'd been cajoling them all on the long march to the river. ' you think this is bad? try walking on a plain of bones that stretches to the damned horizon! try being chased by deragoth '-whatever they were, they sounded bad-' and stalked by an evil t'lan imass! ' sunrise wasn't sure what t'lan imass were either, but hedge had said they were evil so he was glad never to have met one.

' death, dear soldiers, is just another warren. any of you know what a warren is?... gods, you might as well be living in mud huts! a warren, friends, is like a row of jugs on a shelf behind the bar. pick one, pull the stopper, and drink. that's what mages do. drink too much and it kills you. but just enough and you can use it to do magic. it's fuel, but each jug is different-tastes different, does different magic. now, there's a few out there, like our high mage, who can drink from 'em all, but that's because he's insane. '

sunrise wondered where that bar was, because he'd like to try some of those jugs. but he was afraid to ask. you probably needed special permission to get in there. of course, drinking always caused him trouble, so maybe it was just as well that the warrens bar was in some city in faraway malaz. besides, it'd be crowded with mages, and mages made sunrise nervous. especially high mage quick ben, who seemed to be mad at dead hedge for some reason. mad? more like furious. but dead hedge just laughed it off, because nothing could put him in a bad mood for very long.

corporal rumjugs waddled into view, sighing heavily as she seated herself on a bale. 'what a workout! you'd think these soldiers never before held a decent woman.'

'a good night then?' sunrise asked.

'my money purse is bulging, sunny, and i'm leaking every which way.'

she'd lost some weight, just like her friend, sweetlard. that march had almost done them both in. but they were still big, big in that way of swallowing a man up and it sure seemed there were lots of men who liked that just fine. for himself, he preferred to make out a bit more of an actual body under all that fat. another few months of marching and they'd be perfect.

'i'm going to start charging them ones who like to watch, too. why should that be free?'