Chrysalis

“Your brogue is beginning to show again.”

“T’aint nothin’ of tha’ sort.”

Isaac took a second, realised what he’d just said, and frowned.

“Told you so,” Cavalant said. “You’re too tense. Try to relax a little bit.”

And how exactly was he supposed to do that? The atmosphere in this chamber was so thick he could cut it with his moustache. No blade required, only a bit of wax. He was so on edge he’d mounted up and ordered the rest of his squad to do the same. Now they scuttled around the outer edge of the space, watching, waiting. At any moment, one of the hundreds of powerfully built golgari could whip out one of the oversized weapons they held and start cutting into them. So far, nothing had happened.

So far.

“I don’t like this place,” he said to his partner, Cavalant, “we’re too exposed. It’ll be too difficult to use our mobility to our advantage.”

“So you’ve said,” she drawled, “several times. And I told you that it’s going to be fine. The Eldest is with us.”

Isaac restrained himself from pointing out that the Eldest was not in fact ‘with them’. Anthony was stuck on a boat outside the fortress! If the golgari started swinging in here, what exactly was he going to do from out there?

Questioning the supposedly all-powerful capacities of the oldest and biggest ant was simply not done, however, so he wisely chose to keep his mouth shut on the subject. Better to keep his eyes peeled and spear held ready.

The trade mission occupied the centre of what appeared to be a wide, circular welcoming chamber. There were only two openings in the walls: the way they had come in and the entrance opposite, through which the silver soldier had made his exit. The space itself wasn’t cylindrical either. The gap between the roof and floor was wider in the middle and narrowed at the outside edge, like two plates, one flipped over and laid on top of the other.

Around that narrow outside stood the warriors the golgari had so ‘generously’ left to watch over them, while in the middle, the brathians and smaller ants laboured to unpack their various goods. The stalls were going up at a rapid pace, a small market taking shape under the watchful eye of Eran Thouris, but every minute in this pressure cooker felt like an hour to Isaac.

into the pot when making stew,

their riders were a different story. Isaac could see it in their eyes, the same anxiety that he felt thrumming

Cavalant sidled up next to the young man’s own mount. “Another hour and we’ll be out of

smell each other just fine

been illicitly taken; should you find

you really believe that, Captain?” Lewis asked him, drawing in a shaky breath. “They keep watching us.

warriors, of course. It was true, they were disciplined, unmoving and unflinching in their observation of the ants and their escorts. Despite how they appeared, Isaac was certain they were military trained, as this level of control didn’t belong to mere guards. These were soldiers. There

inside your own head. What did

said I was

“She’s right.”

Eldest would take care

is a hell of a

his eyes and managed a wan smile. Isaac chuckled and stroked his moustache with a

tell the others I want them riding in groups of four, no more of this aimless drifting one by one. Half the groups can move in rotation around the room, the other half can take up positions around the market. Got me? Let’s bring a little order

about without any direction. Normally, the ants were the ones to help steady the riders’ nerves, but this was one of those moments when they weren’t necessarily

Isaac wasn’t sure if that was better or

the others, things began to look a little more organised, the

required iron into the backbone. Probably because they were still too

‘voice’ reached

turned to see the general coming towards

Thank you. Things are just a little tense in here is all, some

of warriors surrounding them. “The golgari are planning something. What, I’m not sure, but something bad, I

chill run down