The Mhybe hissed. 'Torn apart and devoured?'
'Aye,' the warlord said. 'The Tenescowri are the Seer's peasant army — they're fanatics that the Seer doesn't bother supplying. Indeed, he's given them his holy blessing to do whatever is necessary to feed and arm themselves. If certain other rumours are true, then cannibalism is the least of the horrors-'
'We've heard similar rumours,' Dujek muttered. 'So, Warlord, the question before us is, do we seek to save Capustan or let it fall? The Seer must know we're coming — his followers have spread the cult far beyond his borders, in Darujhistan, in Pale, in Saltoan — meaning he knows we will be crossing Catlin River somewhere, somewhen. If he takes Capustan, then the river's widest ford is in his hands. Which leaves us with naught but the old ford west of Saltoan where the stone bridge used to be. Granted, our engineers could float us a bridge there, provided we bring the wood with us. That's the overland option, in any case. We've two others, of course …'
Crone, perched on one end of the table, cackled. 'Listen to him!'
The Mhybe nodded, understanding the Great Raven and experiencing her own amused disbelief.
Dujek scowled down the length of the table at Crone. 'You have a problem, bird?'
'You are the warlord's match indeed! Word for word, you think aloud as he does! Oh, how can one not see the honed edge of poetry in your mutual war of the past twelve years?'
'Be quiet, Crone,' Brood commanded. 'Capustan will be besieged. The Pannions' forces are formidable — we've learned that Septarch Kulpath is commanding the expedition, and he's the ablest of all the Seer's septarchs. He has half the total number of Beklites with him — that's fifty thousand regular infantry — and a division of Urdomen besides the usual support attachments and auxiliary units. Capustan is a small city, but the prince has worked hard on the walls, and the city's layout itself is peculiarly suited to district by district defence. If the Grey Swords don't pull out with the first skirmish, Capustan might hold for a time. None the less …'
'My Black Moranth could land a few companies in the city,' Dujek said, glancing over at the silent Twist, 'but without an explicit invitation to do so, tension could prove problematic.'
Kallor snorted. 'Now that is an understatement. What city on Genabackis would welcome Malazan legions into their midst? More, you'd have to bring your own food — you can be sure of that, High Fist — not to mention face outright hostility if not actual betrayal from the Capan people.'
'It's clear,' Whiskeyjack ventured, 'that we need to establish preliminary contact with Capustan's prince.'
Silverfox giggled, startling everyone. 'All this orchestration, Uncle! You've already set in motion a plan to do so. You and the onearmed soldier have schemed this to the last detail. You plan on liberating Capustan, though of course not directly — you two never do anything directly, do you? You want to remain hidden behind the events, a classic Malazan tactic if ever there was one.'
Like the master gamblers they were, the two men showed no expression at her words.
Kallor's chuckle was a soft rattle of bones.
The Mhybe studied Whiskeyjack. The child's so very alarming, isn't she? By the spirits, she alarms even me, and I know so much more than you do, sir.
'Well,' Brood rumbled after a moment, 'I'm delighted to hear we're in agreement — Capustan mustn't fall if we can help it, and an indirect means of relief is probably the best option, all things considered. On the surface, we must be seen — the majority of your forces as well as mine, Onearm — to be marching overland, at a predictable pace. That will establish Septarch Kulpath's timetable for the siege, for both him and us. I take it we're also agreed that Capustan must not be our sole focus.'
Dujek slowly nodded. 'It may still fall, despite our efforts. If we're to defeat the Pannion Domin, we must strike for its heart.'
'Agreed. Tell me, Onearm, which city have you targeted for this first season of the campaign?'
'Coral,' Whiskeyjack replied immediately.
All eyes returned to the map. Brood was grinning. 'It seems we do indeed think alike. Once we reach the north border of the Domin, we drive like a spear southward, a swift succession of liberated cities… Setta, Lest, Maurik — won't the governess be pleased — then to Coral itself. We undo in a single season the Seer's gains over the past four years. I want that cult reeling, I want cracks sent right through the damned thing.'