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turned his back on Mallick Rel.
    Bult laughed without humour. 'The High Fist wishes to review the army. Presumably the High Fist has an attendant High Mage, perhaps a Hand of the Claw as well? If he wishes to review Coltaine's troops he can come here by Warren. The Fist has no intention of outfitting this army to march four hundred leagues so that Pormqual can frown at the dust on their boots. Such a move will leave the eastern provinces of Seven Cities without an occupying army. At this time of unrest it would be viewed as a retreat, especially when accompanied by the withdrawal of the Sahul Fleet. This land cannot be governed from behind the walls of Aren.'
    'Defying the High Fist's command?' Rel asked in a whisper, eyes glittering like blooded diamonds on Coltaine's broad back.
    The Fist whirled. 'I am counselling a change of those commands,' he said, 'and now await a reply.'
    'Reply I shall give you,' the priest rasped.
    Coltaine sneered.
    Bult said, 'You? You are a priest, not a soldier, not a governor. You are not even recognized as a member of the High Command.'
    Rel's glare flicked from Fist to veteran. 'I am not? Indeed—'
    'Not by Empress Laseen,' Bult cut in. 'She knows nothing of you, priest, apart from the High Fist's reports. Understand that the Empress does not convey power upon people whom she does not know. High Fist Pormqual employed you as his messenger boy and that is how the Fist shall treat you. You command nothing. Not Coltaine, not me, not even a lowly mess cook of the Seventh.'
    'I shall convey these words and sentiments to the High Fist.'
    'No doubt. You may go now.'
    Rel's jaw dropped. 'Go?'
    'We are done with you. Leave.'
    In silence they watched the priest depart. As soon as the doors closed Duiker turned to Coltaine. 'That may not have been wise, Fist.'
    Coltaine's eyes looked sleepy. 'Bult spoke, not I.'
    Duiker glanced at the veteran. The scarred Wickan was grinning.
    'Tell me of Pormqual,' Coltaine said. 'You have met him?'
    The historian swung back to the Fist. 'I have.'
    'Does he govern well?'
    'As far as I have been able to determine,' Duiker said, 'he does not govern at all. Most edicts are issued by the man you – Bult – just expelled from this council. There are a host of others behind the curtain, mostly noble-born wealthy merchants. They are the ones primarily responsible for the cuts in duty taxation on imported goods, and the corresponding increases in local taxes on production and exports – with exemptions, of course, in whatever export they themselves are engaged in. The Imperial occupation is managed by Malazan merchants, a situation unchanged since Pormqual assumed the title of High Fist four years ago.'
    Bult asked, 'Who was High Fist before him?'
    'Cartheron Crust, who drowned one night in Aren Harbour.'
    Kulp snorted. 'Crust could swim drunk through a hurricane, but then he went and drowned just like his brother Urko. Neither body was ever found, of course.'
    'Meaning?'
    Kulp grinned at Bult, but said nothing.
    'Both Crust and Urko were the Emperor's men,' Duiker explained. 'It seems they shared the same fate as most of Kellanved's companions, including Toe the Elder and Ameron. None of their bodies were ever found, either.' The historian shrugged. 'Old history now. Forbidden history, in fact.'
    'You assume they were murdered at Laseen's command,' Bult said, baring his jagged teeth. 'But imagine a circumstance where the Empress's most able commanders simply ... disappeared. Leaving her isolated, desperate for able people. You forget, Historian, that before Laseen became Empress, she was close companions with Crust, Urko, Ameron, Dassem and the others. Imagine her now alone, still feeling the wounds of abandonment.'
    'And her murder of the other close companions – Kellanved and Dancer – was not something she imagined would affect her friendship with those commanders?' Duiker shook his head, aware of the bitterness in his voice. They were my companions, too.
    'Some