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.

expected to have empathy for the tough beef his mother had stuffed into the pot when making stew, but he was

were a different story. Isaac could see it

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

each other. It was hardly necessary for the ants of the Colony to do it, they could smell each other just fine without getting that close, and could ‘talk’ from a good distance apart, much like a person shouting, but

should you find it on

a shaky breath. “They keep watching us. Have you noticed? They barely seem

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,

getting inside your own head. What did

I was worrying too

“She’s right.”

the Eldest would take

confidence. Besides, Pharlant is a hell of a

man rolled his eyes and managed a wan smile.

riding in groups of four, no more of this aimless drifting one by one. Half the groups can move in rotation around the room,

were too isolated, riding about without any direction. Normally, the ants were the ones to help steady the riders’

sure

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

inject the required iron into the backbone. Probably because they were still too rare. With so few riders, the

reached Isaac, bumping him out of

see the general coming towards

are just a little tense in here

warriors surrounding them. “The golgari are planning

chill run down his