Welcome to the Malazan Re-read of the Fallen! Every post will start off with a summary of events, followed by reaction and commentary by your hosts Bill and Amanda (with Amanda, new to the series, going first), and finally comments from Tor.com readers. In this article, we’ll cover Chapter 23 (part 2) of Memories of Ice by Steven Erikson (MoI).
A fair warning before we get started: We’ll be discussing both novel and whole-series themes, narrative arcs that run across the entire series, and foreshadowing.
Note: The summary of events will be free of major spoilers and we’re going to try keeping the reader comments the same. A forum thread has been set up for outright Malazan spoiler discussion.
Remember we’ve split Chapter 23! This second post picks up at scene 7, with Picker staring out, “on the black waters of Ortnal’s Cut.”
Chapter 23, Part 2
Picker looks out onto Coral Bay while Paran and Quick Ben meet with the squad mages Spindle, Shank, Toes, and Bluepearl. Mallet tells her the mages are nervous about the condors and Paran’s news about Rake. He also thinks Quick Ben and Paran have some secret plan, another mission Dujek doesn’t know about, though he implies Whiskeyjack does, and his squad, especially Hedge and Trotts.
Brood’s army is becoming stretched on the way to Maurik, with the Grey Swords and Gruntle’s legion lagging behind, becoming a rear guard. Itkovian has been enjoying his time with Stonny and Gruntle, but feeling more and more an outsider with regard to the Grey Swords. He feels bad for the new Shield Anvil, bearing the burden of the position without the veteran support Itkovian had via Brukhalian and Karnadas. Gruntle tells him Itkovian’s sense of guilt reminds him of Buke, but Itkovian says the difference is “the notion of redemption. I accept torment, such as it is for me, and so acknowledge responsibility for all that I have and have not done. As Shield Anvil, my faith demanded that I relieve others of their pain . . . bring peace to souls . . . without judgment.” When Stonny asks whom he gives the souls to now that Fener is gone, Itkovian says he still carries them. Stonny is angered the new Shield Anvil, who has a god, hasn’t taken them and Itkovian tells her the Shield Anvil offered, but she isn’t ready or strong enough, nor is her god. He says it’s up to him “I must find a means . . . of redeeming them. As my god would have done . . . I must.” They’re interrupted by High Marshal Straw, of the Mott irregulars, who asks where they are marching to and why so fast. Gruntle says Brood is trying to beat the Malazans to Maurik and the Malazans are going quickly for uncertain reasons. Straw says he knowsthey have spies with the Malazansand tells them the Black Moranth are flying whole companies away and that Whiskeyjack’s group is building barges at Maurik River. When asked why he hasn’t told Brood, Straw replies he and the Bole brothers think Brood’s forgotten about them and that Kallor, who had ordered them to go away before the march, has been preventing their people from speaking to Brood. He mentions they’re all getting antsy and even thinking of taking on Bauchelain and Broach. When Gruntle warns they’re necromancers, Straw tells a story of how the Bole brothers killed one back in Mott Woods. Itkovian asks if they should tell Brood about the Malazans and Stonny says what it’s matter, just means Brood’s army will have fewer days to wait at Maurik. Itkovian wonders what he’s doing, why he feels “indifferent, empty of concern” and wonders if he is “done. Finally done.”
Hetan is complaining about her third day on the barge. Whiskeyjack says another day and they should be at Maurik. Taur asks if he thinks Brood knows and Whiskeyjack says at least partially, noting they have Mott Irregulars with them so they know what the spies know. He tells how the Irregulars were created by the Malazans when they pushed into Mott Woods, where the Irregulars defeated both the Malazans and Gold Moranth several times until Dujek just pulled out, but by then Brood had heard and so recruited them. Taur says one day the Empire will march on the White Face Range and when Whiskeyjack says he doubts it, Taur asks if the Barghast aren’t worthy enough foes. Whiskeyjack tells him “We have treated with you and the Malazan Empire takes such precedents seriously. You will be met with respect and offers to establish trade, borders, and the likeif you so desire. If not, the envoys will depart and that will be the last you ever see of the Malazans until such time as you decide otherwise.” Taur calls them “strange conquerors” and asks why they’re even here on Genabackis. Whiskeyjack says, “We’re here to unify, and through unification grow rich. We’re not selfish about getting rich, either.” Taur asks if they really only care about silver and Whiskeyjack answers “There’s more than one kind of wealth . . . Meeting the White Face clans of the Barghast is one such reward. Diversity is worth celebrating, Humbrall Taur, for it is the birthplace of wisdom.” The last is a quote from Duiker, whom Whiskyjack says speaks for the Empire “in the best of times.” When Hetan complains of sea sickness again, Taur suggests perhaps she is pregnant.
Korlat rides through Maurik, while Brood, Kallor, and the others ride around. She thinks if Rake is OK, she’ll have to end her service with him, after fourteen thousand years. Then she realizes it will be suspending it, rather than ending it, as Whiskeyjack has only a mortal’s lifespan. If Rake is dead, she’ll be the ranking commander, though only of the dozen or so Andii leftthose in Brood’s army. She has already decided she’ll simply free them to their desires. She realizes she doesn’t have the strength or personality Rake has used to unify the Andii. She wonders about all the tasks he has set the Andii to:
The disparate causes in which he chose to engage himself and his people were, she had always assumed, each a reflection upon a single themebut that theme and its nature had ever eluded Korlat . . . wars . . . enemies, allies, victories and losses. A procession through centuries that seemed random not just to her, but to her kin as well . . . Perhaps Anomander Rake was equally lost. Perhaps this endless succession of cause reflects his own search. I had all along assumed a single goalto give us a reason to exist, to take upon ourselves the nobility of othersothers for whom the struggle meant something . . . Why do I now believe that, if a theme does indeed exist, it is something other? Something far less noble . . . For despair is the nemesis of the Tiste Andii. How often have I seen my kin fall on the field of battle and have known . . . They died because they had chosen to die. Slain by their own despair. Does Anomander Rake lead us away from despairis that his only purpose . . .? Is his a theme of denial? If so . . . he was right in seeking to keep us from ever realizing his singular, pathetic goal . . . To choose not to share what I had seen as arrogance, as patronizing behavior . . . ah Lord, you held to the hardest mercy. And if despair assails us, it assails you a hundredfold . . . I must needs find the strength . . . to hide the truth from my kin . . . Oh Whiskeyjack . . . The world holds no paradise for you and me . . . All I can offer is that you join me . . . [and] that it will, for you, be enough.
Brood, Kallor, Korlat’s second and brother Orfantal, are joined by Korlat as they await the Malazan barges. Korlat marvels at the number of them built so quickly and thinks the Black Moranth must have been involved and that Dujek and Whiskeyjack had planned this for some time. When they land, Brood asks where the rest of the army is. Whiskeyjack says they couldn’t build enough boats so Dujek took half via the Black Moranth to Coral. Kallor and Whiskeyjack insult each other again, then Brood accuses the Malazans of deception. Whiskeyjack answers that since Brood’s group had some secret plan with Rake and Moon’s Spawn, they “started it.” Brood says Moon’s Spawn wasn’t meant to attack Coral alone and gain an advantage on their allies; it was meant to be used in unified effort. Whiskeyjack replies their secret is the samethe Bridgeburners are trying to find out what preparations the Pannion has made while Dujek and his six thousand are following to destroy whatever the Bridgeburners find. Brood sees immediately that Dujek is undermanned and tells Whiskeyjack the Malazans might lose half their army, to which Whiskeyjack says he knows which is why he’s planning on making for Coral with all speed. Kallor suggests letting Dujek get wiped out, especially as the Malazans set themselves up for it. When Korlat calls the idea petty and emotionally motivated, Kallor says of course she’d side with her lover. She says not if his ideas were bad, which is what makes her different from Kallor. She advises Brood to hurry to Coral to relieve Dujek, saying a five-day quick march will do it. Kallor says the army would arrive tired and so they should take eight days. Whiskeyjack says he doesn’t care what they do; he and the Malazans are leaving and hurrying. Korlat asks Brood if he trusts the Andii and he says of course. She then says they will join the Malazans (and the Barghast that are with them). If there is trouble or betrayal, she or Orfantal can take dragon form and return to inform Brood. Kallor insults Korlat again and Orfantal almost comes to blows with him. Brood tells Kallor he trusts the Andii far more than Kallor, whose loyalty he begins to wonder about, and Kallor warns him “beware your fears . . . lest you make them come true,” though he backs down to Brood. Before leaving, Orfantal tells Kallor he thinks one day he will “come for you.” Korlat and Whiskeyjack share a look of love.
Gruntle and Itkovian wait to cross the river (well after the Malazans). As Brood settles to camp, Gruntle wonders at the different pace of the two armies. Gruntle speaks to High Marshal Sty, who tells him while discussing the barges that Whiskeyjack was once apprenticed as a mason. While Gruntle is trying to convince a Rhivi herder to let his group cross first, Sty knocks out a Rhivi guard and steals a pile of dung.
Whiskeyjack and the others slog onward through rain, two days still to Coral. He looks forward to some time with Korlat later. She and the Andii are trying to use Kurald Galain, trying to purge it of the CG’s poison before battle. He thinks she is different in her command role: “some bleak resolve has hardened all that was within her. Perhaps it was the possible death of Anomander Rake . . . perhaps it was their future paths they had so naively entwined without regard for the harsh demands of the real world.” He is certain Rake is not dead or lost, trusting utterly he will be there at the attack on Coral simply because he had said he would. As he watches the storm come to an end, he thinks he is pushing the army too hard, and admits to himself he was more shaken by Brood’s loss of faith and unwillingness to march with them than he let on to others. He wonders if this was all a “fatal” mistake.
Kallor watches muddy water flow always south and even uphill, and thinks it is the T’lan Imass: “so you march with us after all. No, understand, I am pleased.” He goes to Brood and says he was wrong; they should have gone to relieve Dujek. While Brood will have to wait to morning to speed up, Kallor says he will go now and offer his experience: “I have walked this land when the T’lan Imass were but children. I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong. I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents and sat alone upon tall thrones. Do you grasp the meaning of this?” Brood’s answer: “Yes. You never learn, Kallor.” When Brood continues, saying the Malazans seem to be doing fine without Kallor, Kallor tells him he hasn’t been defeated with his blade drawn in a hundred thousand years. Not so impressed, Brood notes that Kallor is always very choosy about whom he draws that blade on, pointing out he hasn’t challenged Rake, Dassem, Greymane, the Seguleh First. Kallor says he won’t have to worry about any of them. Though Brood is a bit surprised and suspicious perhaps by Kallor’s newfound “zeal,” he gives him permission to go. Kallor leaves, smiling.
Envy’s group finally lands. Lanas Tog says a group of about 20-50 walked here four days earlier, heading for Coral. She adds they were tracked by a predatora large cat. They move toward Coral.
Paran and the Bridgeburners have discovered trenches and tunnels filled with weaponspreparations for defense. They’ve spotted a group of 400 or so Pannions coming to stand guard in the command tunnel area. Paran tells Spindle to rig the tunnels to blow if the Bridgeburners get pushed out, then use the rest to booby-trap the approach to the tunnels and also make it appear as if there are a lot more Malazans than the 40 of them. The mage cadre says they’ll take out the sorcerer with the Pannions. They see the other plans.
A little later, Paran is watching the Malazan mages at work as the Pannions approach. Shank takes out the Pannion sorcerer, the sappers (Hedge, Spindle, others) toss munitions, setting afire trees they’d drenched in oil, and the Pannions trapped there. Paran thinks, “We’re not a friendly bunch, are we?” Looking at Quick Ben, Paran thinks he sees a tiny stick figure, but it disappears and he thinks he’s just seeing things. The fire starts to go out and the screams have stopped. Paran looks at the corpses and thinks: “if Hood has reserved a pit for his foulest servants, then the Moranth who made these munitions belong in it. And us, since we’ve used them. This was not battle. This was slaughter.” Mallet joins them and says Dujek is arriving via Black Moranth bringing in waves of soldiers. Paran says good, anticipating the Pannion sending a stronger force to retake the tunnels now that he knows the Malazans are there.
Amanda’s Reaction to Chapter 23, Part 2:
The chunks of ice that Picker observes floating in the riverare these as a result of the frozen harbour? A link to the Lady Envy plotline? After all, the storylines need to begin their convergence with so little of the book left. *sobs a little at the idea*
I just want to take a pause here and say how good I think Erikson’s character names are. They are memorable, easy to say (in the most part), not too many apostrophes, and help to evince the spirit of the different cultures. It occurred to me as I read this line, “Paran sat with Quick Ben, Spindle, Shank, Toes and Bluepearl.” None of the names made me scoff at all, and, for me, that is a fairly unique situation in a fantasy novel! What do you think about Erikson’s names? Do you like the way he does them?
“Spindle’s magery was notoriously unpredictable, and more than once she had seen him unveiling his warren with one hand while throwing a Moranth munition with the other.”
Doesn’t this show a truly terrifying image?
We have a real indication of both the fact that originally the Bridgeburners were the rag-end of the army and that they have lost a huge amount of their talent at Pale by seeing the descriptions of Toes, Shank and Bluepearl. It doesn’t sound as though they have much talent to share between them!
Another lovely picture of the history of the Bridgeburnersthe fact that they have all been together long enough to realise how each will react given a situation. Here, they suspect Quick Ben. What is nice is that Paran is now very much included and has found a place in the Bridgeburners.
With Brood being such a good commander (or so it has seemed from previous words we’ve read about him) it surprises me that he is keeping up such a punishing pace. Because he is suspicious? Because it is part of his plan with Anomander Rake? Because he wants to be certain to arrive at the rendezvous point to support the Malazans? Whatever it is, the Grey Swords and Gruntle’s troops seem to be far more canny at this point.
Hmm, I’m even getting the theme of parenthood from Itkovian’s musings on the new Grey Swordsthe new company is like a child who has flown the roost. Everything is slightly more awkward when you meet them afterwards; they have developed their own personality and foibles, some of which you won’t be aware of; ultimately, they are a legacy to be proud of.
Ahh, Stonnyso often oblivious of what is occurring….
“Stonny,” the Daru growled, “I lost Harllo. I nearly lost you.” The admission clearly left her speechless.
Lots of foreshadowing, I do believe, in this discussion of Itkovian’s burden of soulswhat is going to happen to those souls? Who will he give them to? Will he burden someone who “deserves” it? I snuck a look at one of Mieneke’s spoilers in the comments recently, and it does strike me that she is so right when she suggests that the fates of Itkovian and the Seer are very much bound together….
Hah! Love Stonny’s comment, “Why can’t I have normal friends? […] Ones without tiger stripes and cat eyes? Ones without a hundred thousand souls riding their backs?”
Aha! I was right! “Brood’s in a hurry […] because he wants to get to Maurik before the Malazanswho seem to be marching at a faster pace than we’d thought possible.”
I do think I’m going to like the Mott Irregulars. *grins* The outright defiance of Kallor, their love of trees, the fact that they stole the table backthey are COOL. And why is it that Kallor wants to steer the Mott Irregulars away from Caladan Brood? Why is he preventing them from telling Brood about the Malazan information?
Caught out! I, too, thought the Bole brothers were just twosort of reminded me of the Frog brothers from the Lost Boys!
Now is this a sly pointer from Mr Erikson? “I care nothing for this Pannion Seerhe’ll accept no embrace from me, after all, assuming the Malazans leave him breathing.” Whatever, I don’t think Itkovian is done just yet.
Such delicious ironyKruppe has managed to get one over on Hetan. (Perhaps literally. *ahem*) I am just slightly disturbed that her father seems entirely familiar with the whole situation, and laughs about it with her. Not a conversation I’d have with my dad!
Argh! It feels as though Erikson might be laying this on a little thick now… “Whiskeyjack smiled, feeling once more his wonder at the gifts of friendship he had received of late.”
An interesting perspective on the act of occupation, and the fact that the Malazans deem themselves to be enriched by drawing diversity into the ranks, and learning from the places they occupy. It seems quite a rose-tinted view on occupation….
We’re given a little more background to the Tiste Andii and their Lord herethe fact that Korlat finally realises Anomander Rake might have had no higher purpose in the battles he pursues, the allies he makes, the “disparate causes”; that he is, in fact, lost. But that he doesn’t want the other Tiste Andii to know, else they all fall into despair. The strength of the manand his ultimate mercy and compassionis unbelievable.
Hmm, there is a definite hint of “you started it,” “no, you started it” in the conversation between Brood and Whiskeyjack, in terms of the additional secret plans that were concocted.
And now we’re finally getting the essence of all the secrecy. (Well, apart from Moon’s Spawnit can’t really have gone missing, can it?) Dujek is leading a force of Malazans, including the Bridgeburners, as an advance force to snuff out the threats that we already know the Pannion Seer has set in place to destroy the army against him. I’m sure there are yet more twists and turns to come though!
Kallor really can’t help himself gibing at Brood, can he? And here he starts to drop hints that his loyalty might not stay intactsomething we already know, thanks to his discussions with the Crippled God.
“Did you know Whiskeyjack was apprenticed as a mason, before he became a soldier?” What a very odd, throwaway comment to include… We’ve encountered references to Masons before, with regards to the Deck of Dragons, haven’t we? Something is definitely tickling my memory here.
It must be fairly horrific to make a decision like that Whiskeyjack has madeknowing that there could be enormous loss of life if you make the wrong decision i.e. leaving Brood’s force behind, not waiting for the rest of the Barghast before contacting with the enemy. Have his emotions led him into the wrong decision?
How is it that Kallor and only Kallor has realised that the T’lan Imass still follow the army? “From dust…to mud. So you march with us after all. No, understand, I am pleased.” And why is Kallor so pleased at this fact? Because he knows some of the Crippled God’s plans?
SUCH arrogance! “With my blade drawn, I have not faced defeat in a hundred thousand years.” And, yet, I feel like we do underestimate Kallor a great deal, considering the people he keeps company with. I have to confess, I always see him as weakbut that is compared to Brood and Rake!
This here reminds me of the inept bad guy in poor fantasy novels: “…on which the Pannions had conveniently mapped out the entire maze of tunnels and entrenchments, the locations of supplies and what kind, the approaches and retreats.”
Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the first time that Paran has seen munitions in action? We know he has a very strong stomach, from the times he has disregarded death and mutilation before, but watching this very deliberate slaughter must be something very different. Both shocking and ugly. It’s a grim note by which to start the battle against Coral.
Bill’s Reaction to Chapter 23, Part 2:
I like the insight Erikson presents with a really irrelevant little detail in this section: Shank’s showy expression of his Seti blood via his wearing charms and trinkets the actual Seti themselves have left long in their past, so assimilated they’ve become. One sees this in our world as well, those who have either a true connection to another culture/heritage, or perhaps a very diluted one (“1/16th on my mother’s side!”) who try to be almost “more fill-in-the-blank-heritage” than those who actually are. And how these types often get the heritage wrong because they are so removed from it, or the actual inheritors of the culture are themselves, and so what you get is this bastardized romanticized versionfrom TV or film or booksall done in this ersatz kind of fashion: polyester “buffalo hide” bought in some suburban big box store kind of thing.
Note the mention of Ruse slid in there by the waysomething we’re now familiar with a bit thanks to the earlier discussion re the dead Edur.
I’d agree Amanda that Erikson does a good job with names. A lot of these are soldier names as wellblunt, descriptive, solid. They simply fit.
I think that’s also a good reading of the relationship between Itkovian and the new Grey Swords as a parental one. It’s that awkward letting go stage that’s often so tough to do. Though in this case, it appears to be a more healthy type of relationship than the others we’re following. The way Itkovian, for instance, recognizes that the new Shield Anvil isn’t yet ready to take on the burden he carries. A judgment that appears to me to be a pretty good one, as opposed to a parent being unwilling to let the child fly. And he does this without any sense of overprotectiveness or resentment or martyrdom.
“I must find a means of redeeming them . . .
You’re not a god! You’re a damned mortal! You can’t
But I must.”
Poor Stonny. It is a great line”Why can’t I have normal friends? . . . Ones without tiger stripes and cat eyes? Ones without a hundred thousand souls riding their backs?” And she banks her hopes for normalcy on a Motts Irregular.
Don’t worry Amandawe’ll see more of the Motts Irregulars and even a few of those Bole brothers as we continue….
I like how now that we’ve met the Mott Irregulars we get their history. Just a personal thing, but I’m so much more a fan of this structurereference then explanationrather than the reference with explanation. I also like the picture of unintended consequencesthe idea of “making” one’s own enemies. And the way we get played along with Gruntle etc. at how the Malazans are being spied upon and it turns out they’re using the spies.
I had to laugh at Taur’s indignation when he thought the Barghast wouldn’t be attacked by the Malazan Empire, “What, we’re not goooood enough for you to make war against us and kill thousands?”
Whiskeyjack’s viewpoint on expansion and occupation does seem a bit rosy-tinted. And there are perhaps other reasons for the Empire to occupy/unify. But there have been empires in history that were relatively open/tolerant of diversitydiversity of religion, of culture. So long as they paid their taxes, etc. but still. And Whiskeyjack of course isn’t an idiot; he makes it clear he knows this is an aspiration, it is the empire at its best and the empire is not always at its best, as we’ll see. And we’ll also see empires not so tolerant as the Malazans. Can an empire be this good? If it can, can it be that good for long?
How’s that for some imagery poor Korlat is riding through? Alone, a city of emptiness, of loneliness, a city that has the taint of “decay.”
I like how she (and through her Erikson) does not sugarcoat the relationship she has with Whiskeyjack. It will be the love of Whiskeyjack’s life (and perhaps, even probably that of Korlat’s), but it will be a mere flicker of a moment in Korlat’s life. She need not “quit” Anomander Rake; she need only ask for a leave of absence. Though even that gives an exaggerated sense of the time. Less a leave of absence maybe and more a personal day.
What must it have been like for the Andii to do all they did and think it mere randomness? That alone might be enough to tell us how removed from what we think of as “life” they might be. And what bond and faith must there have been for it to only come now, after 14,000 yearsthat though of Korlat’s, that maybe Rake was lost as much as his kin.
It’s been a long while, and I can’t say I recall in any detail why the giants did what they did in Stephen Donaldson’s work (something to do with a reaver? Becoming what they hated?)but Korlat’s description of Andii falling in battle because “they had chosen to die. Slain by their own despair” reminded me of the dimly-recalled scene in the Covenant the Unbeliever series where the Giants are described (if I remember correctly) as going to their homes and dying in their bedsit has the same feel of overwhelming despair.
It’s an interesting line Korlat draws in her prior belief and her current fear. In the former, Rake leads the Andii to give them somethinga reason to liveit is an avowal. But in the latter, he leads them into action not for something, but against somethingdespair. It’s a very fine, subtle distinction I think. A very subtle one.
And what can one say about Rake? As Korlat says, if the Andii are so full of despair, what more the man who leads them? Who bears the burden of keeping them alive, against even their own wishes? Who also bears, let us not forget, the burden of Dragnipur (of which at this point we really know only the tiniest, tiniest part of). And these are the burdens we know. It’s a type we see in other characters as well, bearing the burden and doing so alone: Whiskeyjack, Itkovian.
So just a little while after we hear Dujek and Whiskeyjack discuss the what seemed even then the too idyllic vision of domestic bliss and lack of burdenKorlat and Whiskeyjack in a snug little cabin with a gardenalready the world threatens to shatter that dream.
It’s a little thingbut I like the Great Ravens heckling the Malazan boats as they approach.
Well, anybody else sense a bit of something brewing between Kallor and Orfantal?
‘Course, he’ll have to stand in line perhaps while Kallor and Whiskeyjack sort out their own to-do-a-brewin’.
I agree Amanda that the first few words between Brood and Whiskeyjack sound a bit juvenile: the whole “you started it…” I do like the formality of their address though: “Commander.” “Warlord.” A bit tense.
I love the close of that scene thoughthat look between Korlat and Whiskeyjack, and that final line: “Mother Dark, but these mortals live!” The sense of passion inherent in it. The reveling of life. And, I’d say for many readers who have paid attention, the sharper tragedy of reading that line and having a strong sense that knowing how to live will not translate necessarily to actually living.
Here we see Whiskeyjack’s thought walking the same path as Korlat’sthat the world will not let them have their dream, and the reader begins perhaps to get a sense of inevitability of what is to come.
I like how Whiskeyjack has the unshaking belief in Rake now. He has learned from his moment of doubt with the Tenescowri women, and now he simply believes. Not even “faith,” but simple beliefjust the way Korlat had described her own thoughts about Rake earlier.
I confess Amanda, I do not know why the Imass seem to be traveling secretly alongside the army. Or at least, it makes sense why they are traveling secretly (so as not to tip their presence to the Seer), but why seemingly secretly from Brood’s army. Though perhaps at this point the reader might think Brood knows but isn’t telling Kallor. Why, however, there is no discussion of the T’lan Imass going with the Malazans (or even ahead of them) I’m not sure. They, after all, would not arrive exhausted. That seems a plot weakness to me. Or why Brood doesn’t think of it once he decides he’s made a mistake in not joining Whiskeyjack. That seems to double-down on the plot flaw. Anyone? Now, as to why Kallor is pleasedremember what he wants from the Crippled Goda shot at Silverfox. So the Imass being present means she is still around, meaning he still has a chance at that shot.
That paragraph of Kallor’s with its ringing intonations, its use of parallel structure: “I have . . . I have . . . I have,” its self-important poetic language, followed by Brood’s blunt “yes, you never learn” is one of my favorite exchanges in the series. And I also enjoyed Brood’s sharp reminder to Kallor when he boasts of his undefeated record that he is quite careful about whom he fightslike the schoolyard bully who picks on the smallest kids.
Back to a minor criticism of this plotline, I wonder at Brood saying earlier he has begun to wonder about Kallor’s loyalty, and then here saying he is “surprised” by Kallor’s “sudden zeal”a line that seems to strongly imply suspicion on his part. I don’t wonder that Brood thinks this way, but at the fact that despite feeling this way, he takes no steps based on that thinking. He doesn’t, for instance, send a company with Kallor, or a few Great Ravens, to keep an eye on him.
So Envy’s group is preceded by a “large cat”we’ve had reference to a large cat in this book. Remember? (not Trake) [Amanda: I’m plumping for Tool’s sister!]
It is the first time Paran has seen munitions in action, and yes, it is a grim opening to battle. Certainly too it has application to our modern warfare, where we rain down destruction from afar or up high. It’s a message we’ll see delivered a few times as we move forward. There is the horror of war and then there is the horror of waris there a difference? Does it make a difference? Think of the world moving from the 19th century to WWIwith its first appearance of tanks and machine guns and aerial bombardment and poison gas. A war on such a whole other level of destruction that the world decided they needed to make rules about how exactly we kill each other. This is the sort of thing I imagine the munitions is bringing to warfare here.
So the stage is being set, and the actors are rushing to their places….
Bill Capossere writes short stories and essays, plays ultimate frisbee, teaches as an adjunct English instructor at several local colleges, and writes SF/F reviews for fantasyliterature.com.
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