‘Then you are not a hunter, Sparo? Is that not unusual among the Tiste?’ Shrugging, Sparo said, ‘Less so of late, as most of the beasts are slain and shall never return to our lands. It seems that our days of glorious hunting will soon be at an end.’ ‘Then let us hope,’ rumbled the mason, ‘that the Tiste do not turn to the final prey left them.’ Sparo frowned. ‘And what manner of creature might that be?’ ‘Why, each other, of course.’
