'Olar Ethil,' Ay Estos said. 'First among the Bonecasters. Eleint, the First Soletaken. She has not journeyed with me, for Logros set for her another task, which has taken her far from the clans. Until this day, we among the Logros had not seen Olar Ethil in many years. Eleint, will you speak of success or failure in what you have sought?'
The First Bonecaster tilted her head, then addressed Silverfox. 'Summoner. As I neared this place, you commanded my dreams.'
'I did, though I knew not who you were. We can discuss that another time. Tell me of this task set for you by Logros.'
'Logros sent me in search of the remaining T'lan Imass armies, such as we knew from the First Gathering. The Ifayle, the Kerluhm, the Bentract and the Orshan.'
'And did you find them?' she asked.
'The four remaining clans of Bentract T'lan Imass are on Jacuruku, I believe, yet trapped within the Warren of Chaos. I searched there, Summoner, without success. Of the Orshan, the Ifayle and Kerluhm, I report my failure in discovering any sign. It follows that we must conclude they no longer exist.'
Silverfox was clearly shaken by Olar Ethil's words. 'So many…' she whispered, 'lost?' A moment later Kruppe saw her steel herself. 'Olar Ethil, what inspired Logros to despatch you to find the remaining armies?'
'Summoner, the First Throne found a worthy occupant. Logros was commanded so by the occupant.'
'An occupant? Who?'
'A mortal known then as Kellanved, Emperor of Malaz.'
Silverfox said nothing for a long moment, then, 'Of course. But he no longer occupies it, does he?'
'He no longer occupies it, Summoner, yet he has not yielded it.'
'What does that mean? Ah, because the Emperor didn't die, did he?'
Olar Ethil nodded. 'Kellanved did not die. He ascended, and has taken the Throne of Shadow. Had he died in truth, the First Throne would be unoccupied once more. He has not, so it is not. We are at an impasse.'
'And when this … event … occurred — the result was your ceasing to serve the Malazan Empire, leaving Laseen to manage on her own for the first, crucial years of her rule.'
'They were uncertain times, Summoner. Logros T'lan Imass was divided unto itself. The discovery of surviving Jaghut in the Jhag Odhan proved a timely, if short-lived, distraction. Clans among us have since returned to the Malazan Empire's service.'
'And was the schism responsible for the renegades the rest now pursue?'
Ah, her mind returns, sharply honed. This is fell information indeed. Renegades among the T'lan Imass.
'No, Summoner. The renegades have found another path, which as yet remains hidden from us. They have, on occasion, employed the Warren of Chaos in their flight.'
Chaos? I wonder, to whom do these renegade T'lan Imass now kneel? No, muse on it not. Still a distant threat, Kruppe suspects. All in its own time.
Silverfox asked, 'What Soletaken shape do you assume, Olar Ethil?'
'When I veer, I am as an undead twin to Tiam, who spawned all dragons.'
Nothing more was added. The thousands of T'lan Imass stood motionless, silent. A score heartbeats passed in Kruppe's chest. Finally, he cleared his throat and stepped closer to Silverfox. 'It appears, lass, that they await your command — whatever command that might be. A reasonable resolu-'
Silverfox swung to face him. 'Please,' she grated. 'No advice. This is my Gathering, Kruppe. Leave me to it.'
'Of course, my dear. Humblest apologies. Please do resume your hesitation.'
She made a sour face. 'Impudent bastard.'
Kruppe smiled.
Silverfox turned back to the awaiting T'lan Imass. 'Pran Chole, please forgive my earlier words.'
He raised his head. 'Summoner, it is I who must ask for forgiveness.'
'No. Okral Lorn was right in condemning my anger. I feel as if I have awaited this meeting for a thousand lifetimes — the expectation, the pressure …'
Kruppe cleared his throat. 'A thousand lifetimes, Silverfox? Scry more closely those who stand before you-'
'Thank you, that's enough, Kruppe. Believe me, I am quite capable of castigating myself without any help from you.'
'Of course,' the Daru murmured.
Silverfox settled her gaze on Pran Chole once more. 'I would ask of you and your kin a question.'
'We await, Summoner.'
'Are there any Jaghut left?'
'Of pure blood, we know of but one who remains in this realm. One, who hides not in the service of a god, or in service to the Houses of the Azath.'