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Captain?'
    'What I find odd, sir, is this feeling that I've left my wax-tablet behind.'
    'You have had schooling, then. How interesting. You're a swordsman, are you not? What need you for letters and numbers?'
    'And you're a man of letters and numbers – what need you for that well-worn broadsword at your hip and that fancy mail hauberk?'
    'An unfortunate side effect of education among the masses is lack of respect.'
    'Healthy scepticism, you mean.'
    'Disdain for authority, actually. You may have noted, to answer your question, that we have but a single, rather elderly manservant. No hired guards. The need to protect oneself is vital in our profession—'
    'And what profession is that?'
    They'd descended onto a well-trodden path winding between the hills. Bauchelain paused, smiling as he regarded Gruntle. 'You entertain me, Captain. I understand now why you are well spoken of among the caravanserai, since you are unique among them in possessing a functioning brain. Come, we are almost there.'
    They rounded a battered hillside and came to the edge of a fresh crater. The earth at its base was a swath of churned mud studded with broken blocks of stone. Gruntle judged the crater to be forty paces across and four or five arm-lengths in depth. A man sat nearby on the edge of the rim, also dressed in black leather, his bald pate the colour of bleached parchment. He rose silently, for all his considerable size, and turned to them with fluid grace.
    'Korbal Broach, Captain. My ... partner. Korbal, we have here Gruntle, a name that is most certainly a slanting hint to his personality.'
    If Bauchelain had triggered unease in the captain, then this man – his broad, round face, his eyes buried in puffed flesh and wide full-lipped mouth set slightly downturned at the corners, a face both childlike and ineffably monstrous – sent ripples of fear through Gruntle. Once again, the sensation was wholly instinctive, as if Bauchelain and his partner exuded an aura somehow tainted.
    'No wonder the cat had palpitations,' the captain muttered under his breath. He pulled his gaze from Korbal Broach and studied the crater.
    Bauchelain moved to stand beside him. 'Do you understand what you are seeing, Captain?'
    'Aye, I'm no fool. It's a hole in the ground.'
    'Amusing. A barrow once stood here. Within it was chained a Jaghut Tyrant.'
    'Was.'
    'Indeed. A distant empire meddled, or so I gather. And, in league with a T'lan Imass, they succeeded in freeing the creature.'
    'You give credence to the tales, then,' Gruntle said. 'If such an event occurred, then what in Hood's name happened to it?'
    'We wondered the same, Captain. We are strangers to this continent. Until recently, we'd never heard of the Malazan Empire, nor the wondrous city called Darujhistan. During our all too brief stay there, however, we heard stories of events just past. Demons, dragons, assassins. And the Azath house named Finnest, which cannot be entered yet, seems to be occupied none the less – we paid that a visit, of course. More, we'd heard tales of a floating fortress, called Moon's Spawn, that once hovered over the city—'
    'Aye, I'd seen that with my own eyes. It left a day before I did.'
    Bauchelain sighed. 'Alas, it appears we have come too late to witness for ourselves these dire wonders. A Tiste Andii lord rules Moon's Spawn, I gather.'
    Gruntle shrugged. 'If you say so. Personally, I dislike gossip.'
    Finally, the man's eyes hardened.
    The captain smiled inwardly.
    'Gossip. Indeed.'
    'This is what you wanted to show me, then? This ... hole?'
    Bauchelain raised an eyebrow. 'Not precisely. This hole is but the entrance. We intend to visit the Jaghut tomb that lies below it.'
    'Oponn's blessing to you, then,' Gruntle said, turning away.
    'I imagine,' the man said behind him, 'that your master would urge you to accompany us.'
    'He can urge all he likes,' the captain replied. 'I wasn't contracted to sink in a pool of mud.'
    'We've no intention of getting covered in