'speak no more of this. not to me. i reject all you say. you are being foolish, trull sengar. foolish. your anger is born of envy. no more.' he turned and walked back down the narrow track, leaving trull alone once again on the precipice rising above the valleys of the pass. it did not occur to him to see if hanradi had indeed lost his shadow.

a precipice. where he could look down and watch the thousands swarm among the trees.

three land armies and four fleets held, divided among them, the entire population of the tiste edur. this camp before him was a league wide and two leagues deep. trull had never seen so many edur gathered in one place. hiroth, arapay, sollanta, beneda.

he caught movement below, on the edge of fear's command area, squat, fur-clad figures, and felt himself grow cold. our... allies.

jheck.

summoned by the edur they had killed. worshippers of the sword.

the night just past, beginning at dusk, had vanished behind a nightmarish display of sorcery. unimaginable powers unveiled by the letherii mages, an expression of appalling brutality in its intent. this was clearly going to be a war where no quarter was given, where conquest and annihilation were, for the letherii, synonymous. trull wondered if rhulad would answer in like manner.

except we have no homes to return to. we are committed to occupation of the south. of lether. we cannot raze the cities... can we? he drew a deep breath. he needed to talk to fear again. but his brother had plunged into his role as commander of this army. his lead elements, half a day ahead, would come within sight of high fort. the army would cross the katter river at the narrow chute, which was spanned by a stone bridge centuries old, then swing down to join those lead elements.

and there would be a battle.

for fear, the time for questions was past.

but why can i not manage the same for myself? certainty, even fatality, eluded trull. his mind would not rest from its tortured thoughts, his worries of what awaited them.

he made his way down the track. the jheck were there, a contingent present in fear's command area. he was not required, he told himself, to speak to them.

edur warriors readying armour and weapons on all sides. women chanting protective wards to weave a net of invisibility about the entire encampment. wraiths darting among the trees, most of them streaming southward, through the pass and into the southlands. here and there, demonic conjurations towered, hulking and motionless along the many newly worn trails leading to the summit. they were in full armour of bronze scales, green with verdigris, with heavy helms, the cheek guards battered plates that reached down past the jawlines, their faces hidden. polearms, glaives, double-edged axes and maces, an array of melee weapons. once, not so long ago, such summoned demons had been rare, the ritual - conducted by women - one of cajoling, false promises and final deception. the creatures were bound, now doomed to fight a war not of their making, where the only release was annihilation. they numbered in the high hundreds in this, fear's army. the truth of that sickened him.

helping with the striking of tents, children. torn from their familiar world, subject to a new shaping. if this gambit failed...

fear was standing near the remnants of a hearth from which smoke rose in a low wreath about his legs. flanked by the two k'risnan the emperor had attached to this force. hanradi khalag stood off to one side.

a jheck was approaching, probably the one the merude chief had spoken of given the wild iron-streaked, tangled head of hair, the fattened seamed face displaying countless battle-scars. various shells dangled from knotted strips hanging on his sleeveless sealskin shirt. other small trophies depended from a narrow belt beneath the man's round paunch - pieces of edur armour, jewellery. a bold reminder of past enmity.

what had hanradi called him? the dominant. b'nagga.

the jheck's eyes were yellow, the whites dull grey and embryonic with blue vessels. they looked half mad.

filed teeth flashed in a fierce smile. 'see who comes, fear sengar!' the accent was awkward behind the arapay intonations. 'the one we could not defeat!'

trull scowled as his brother turned to watch him approach. to the dominant he said, 'you'll find no fields of ice to the south, jheck.'

'mange and moult, slayer. no other enemy gives us such terror.' his broadening smile underscored the irony of his words. 'fear sengar, your brother is worthy of much pride. again and again, my hunters sought to best this warrior in individual combat. veered or sembled, it mattered not. he defeated them all. never before have we witnessed such skill, such ferocity.'

'among all who i trained, b'nagga,' fear said, 'trull was and remains the finest.'