‘It was the Rope, the patron god of assassins, who possessed you. Yet your memories are—’ ‘Dancer’s.’ As soon as he said it, Fiddler knew it was true. ‘The Rope has another name. Cotillion. Hood’s breath, so obvious! No-one doubted that the assassinations occurred. Both Dancer and the Emperor . . . murdered by Laseen and her chosen Clawmasters. What did Laseen do with the bodies? No-one knows.’ ‘So Dancer lived,’ Crokus said with a frown. ‘And ascended. Became a patron god in the Warren of Shadow.’
