He had not even been tempted. Again and again, in their disjointed concourse, the Crippled God had revealed his lack of understanding when it came to Karsa Orlong. He made his every gift to Karsa an invitation to be broken in some fashion. But I cannot be broken. The truth, so simple, so direct, seemed to be an invisible force as far as the Crippled God was concerned, and each time he collided with it he was surprised, dumbfounded. Each time, he was sent reeling.
Of course, Karsa understood all about being stubborn. He also knew how such a trait could be fashioned into worthy armour, while at other times it did little more than reveal a consummate stupidity. Now, he wanted to reshape the world, and he knew it would resist him, yet he would hold to his desire. Samar Dev would call that ‘stubborn’, and in saying that she would mean ‘stupid’. Like the Crippled God, the witch did not truly understand Karsa.
On the other hand, he understood her very well. ‘You will not ride with me,’ he said now as she rested against one of the stones, ‘because you see it as a kind of surrender. If you must rush down this torrent, you will decide your own pace, as best you can.’
‘Is that how it is?’ she asked.
‘Isn’t it?’
‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘I don’t know anything. I had some long forgotten god of war track me down. Why? What meaning was I supposed to take from that?’
‘You are a witch. You awaken spirits. They scent you as easily as you do them.’
‘What of it?’
‘Why?’
‘Why what?’ she demanded.
‘Why, Samar Dev, did you choose to become a witch?’
‘That’s-oh, what difference does that make?’
He waited.
‘I was… curious. Besides, once you see that the world is filled with forces-most of which few people ever see, or even think about-then how can you not want to explore? Tracing all the patterns, discovering the webs of existence-it’s no different from building a mechanism, the pleasure in working things out.’
He grunted. ‘So you were curious. Tell me, when you speak with spirits, when you summon them and they come to you without coercion-why do you think they do that? Because, like you,”they are curious.’
She crossed her arms. ‘You’re saying I’m trying to find significance in something that was actually pretty much meaningless. The bear sniffed me out and came for a closer look.’
He shrugged. ‘These things happen.’
‘I’m not convinced.’
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He had not even been tempted. Again and again, in their disjointed concourse, the Crippled God had revealed his lack of understanding when it came to Karsa Orlong. He made his every gift to Karsa an invitation to be broken in some fashion. But I cannot be broken. The truth, so simple, so direct, seemed to be an invisible force as far as the Crippled God was concerned, and each time he collided with it he was surprised, dumbfounded. Each time, he was sent reeling.
Of course, Karsa understood all about being stubborn. He also knew how such a trait could be fashioned into worthy armour, while at other times it did little more than reveal a consummate stupidity. Now, he wanted to reshape the world, and he knew it would resist him, yet he would hold to his desire. Samar Dev would call that ‘stubborn’, and in saying that she would mean ‘stupid’. Like the Crippled God, the witch did not truly understand Karsa.
On the other hand, he understood her very well. ‘You will not ride with me,’ he said now as she rested against one of the stones, ‘because you see it as a kind of surrender. If you must rush down this torrent, you will decide your own pace, as best you can.’
‘Is that how it is?’ she asked.
‘Isn’t it?’
‘I don’t know,’ she replied. ‘I don’t know anything. I had some long forgotten god of war track me down. Why? What meaning was I supposed to take from that?’
‘You are a witch. You awaken spirits. They scent you as easily as you do them.’
‘What of it?’
‘Why?’
‘Why what?’ she demanded.
‘Why, Samar Dev, did you choose to become a witch?’
‘That’s-oh, what difference does that make?’
He waited.
‘I was… curious. Besides, once you see that the world is filled with forces-most of which few people ever see, or even think about-then how can you not want to explore? Tracing all the patterns, discovering the webs of existence-it’s no different from building a mechanism, the pleasure in working things out.’
He grunted. ‘So you were curious. Tell me, when you speak with spirits, when you summon them and they come to you without coercion-why do you think they do that? Because, like you,”they are curious.’
She crossed her arms. ‘You’re saying I’m trying to find significance in something that was actually pretty much meaningless. The bear sniffed me out and came for a closer look.’
He shrugged. ‘These things happen.’
‘I’m not convinced.’
‘Yes,’ he smiled, ‘you are truly of this world, Samar Dev.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
He turned back to Havok and stroked the beast’s dusty neck. ‘The Tiste Edur failed. They were not thorough enough. They left the cynicism in place, and thought that through the strength of their own honour, they could defeat it. But the cynicism made their honour a hollow thing.’ He glanced back at her. ‘What was once a strength became an affectation.’
She shook her head, as if baffled.
Traveller moved to join them, and there was something haggard in his face. Seeing this odd, inexplicable transformation, Karsa narrowed his gaze on the man for a moment. Then he casually looked away.
‘Perhaps the bear came to warn you,’ he said to Samar Dev.
‘About what?’
‘What else? War.’
‘What war?’
‘ I he shout made Havok shift under his hand, and he reached up to grasp the beast’s wiry mane. Calming the horse, he then vaulted on to its back. ‘Why, the one to come, I would think.’
She glared across at Traveller, and seemed to note for the first time the change that had come over him.
Karsa watched her take a step closer to Traveller. What is it? What has hap-pened? What war is he talking about?’
‘We should get moving,’ he said, and then he set out.
She might weep. She might scream. But she did neither, and Karsa nodded to himself and then reached down one arm. ‘This torrent,’ he muttered, ‘belongs to him, not us. Ride it with me, Witch-you surrender nothing of value.’
‘I don’t?’
‘No.’
She hesitated, and then stepped up and grasped hold of his arm.
When she was settled in behind him, Karsa tilted to one side and twisted round slightly to grin at her. ‘Don’t lie. It feels better already, does it not?’
‘Karsa-what has happened to Traveller?’
He collected the lone rein and faced forward once more. ‘Shadows,’ he said, ‘are cruel.’