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the battered face of Moon’s Spawn—its name for as long as she could remember. Ragged as a blackened tooth, the basalt fortress was home to the most powerful enemy the Malazan Empire had ever faced. High above the earth, Moon’s Spawn could not be breached by siege. Even Laseen’s own undead army, the T’lan Imass, who traveled as easily as dust on the wind, were unable, or unwilling, to penetrate its magical defenses.
    Pale’s wizards had found a powerful ally. Tattersail recalled that the Empire had locked horns with the Moon’s mysterious lord once before, in the days of the Emperor. Things had threatened to get ugly, but then Moon’s Spawn withdrewfrom the game. No one still living knew why—just one of the thousand secrets the Emperor took with him to his watery grave.
    The Moon’s reappearance here on Genabackis had been a surprise. And this time, there was no last-minute reprieve. A half-dozen legions of the sorcerous Tiste Andii descended from Moon’s Spawn, and under the command of a warlord named Caladan Brood they joined forces with the Crimson Guard mercenaries. Together, the two armies proceeded to drive back the Malaz 5th Army, which had been pushing eastward along the northern edge of Rhivi Plain. For the past four years the battered 5th had been bogged down in Blackdog Forest, forcing them to make a stand against Brood and the Crimson Guard. It was a stand fast becoming a death sentence.
    But, clearly, Caladan Brood and the Tiste Andii weren’t the only inhabitants of Moon’s Spawn. An unseen lord remained in command of the fortress, bringing it here and sealing a pact with Pale’s formidable wizards.
    Tattersail’s cadre had little hope of magically challenging such opposition. So the siege had ground to a halt, with the exception of the Bridgeburners who never relaxed their stubborn efforts to undermine the city’s ancient walls.
    Stay
, she prayed to Moon’s Spawn.
Turn your face endlessly, and keep the smell of blood, the screams of the dying from settling on this land. Wait for us to blink first
.
    Calot waited beside her. He said nothing, understanding the ritual this had become. It was one of the many reasons why Tattersail loved the man. As a friend, of course. Nothing serious, nothing frightening in the love for a friend.
    “I sense impatience in Hairlock,” Calot murmured beside her.
    She sighed. “I do, too. That’s why I’m reluctant.”
    “I know, but we can’t dally too long, ’Sail.” He grinned mischievously. “Bad form.”
    “Hmmm, can’t have them jumping to conclusions, can we?”
    “They wouldn’t have to jump very far. Anyway,” his smile faltered slightly, “let’s get going.”
    A few minutes later they arrived at the command tent. The lone marine standing guard at the flap seemed nervous as he saluted the two mages. Tattersail paused and searched his eyes. “Seventh Regiment?”
    Avoiding her gaze, the guard nodded. “Yes, Sorceress. Third Squad.”
    “Thought you looked familiar. Give my regards to Sergeant Rusty.” She stepped closer. “Something in the air, soldier?”
    He blinked. “High in the air, Sorceress. High as they come.”
    Tattersail glanced at Calot, who had paused at the tent flap. Calot puffed out his cheeks, making a comical face. “Thought I smelled him.”
    She winced at this confirmation. The guard, she saw, was sweating under his iron helmet. “Thanks for the warning, soldier.”
    “Always an even trade, Sorceress.” The man snapped a second salute, this one sharper, and in its way more personal.
Years and years of this. Insisting I’m family to them, one of the 2nd Army—the oldest intact force, one of theEmperor’s own. Always an even trade, Sorceress. Save our skins, we’ll save yours. Family, after all. Why, then, do I always feel so estranged from them?
Tattersail returned the salute.
    They entered the command tent. She sensed immediately the presence of power, what Calot called
smell
. It made his eyes water. It