for me. Let her do her worst. If she has truly murdered my son, what more can she do to me?'
'Depose you.'
Suth tossed his head back. 'What pain that? Without my son, my lineage will die with me.' With smouldering rage he contemplated the thought that Spinel and the rest of the disloyal Suth secondary lineage should rule his House.
'My Lord can get himself another son.'
'Do you imagine that when she is married to Molochite and once more empress, Ykoriana would allow me to make a high-blood marriage?'
Aurum regarded the perfect gold face of his mask lying in his hand. 'You may choose to consider deposure or exile with equanimity, my Lord. I will do anything to avoid it.'
Suth watched him put on the mask, then begin his journey to the door. Suth had no doubt that Aurum intended to throw himself upon the mercy of Molochite. Unless Carnelian returned to him alive, Suth would never pay homage to the new God Emperor nor to his mother and soon-to-be wife.
It seemed a bright clearing up ahead, but it was lamps that lit the trunks of the sepulchres. The sight brought hope to the guardsmen who had crept through the stone forest of the Labyrinth after Suth and the ammonite guide.
Pointing ahead, the ammonite turned its silver face. 'My masters await.'
Suth gave a nod, dread welling in him at the thought of confronting the Wise. The silver masks of other ammonites showed their cordon around the clearing. Their purple robes were turned black by the brooding night. Suth opened his hand to show them the Pomegranate Ring. It was the only proof he had that he was He-who- goes-before, for the Wise had insisted that he come in secret, without his Ichorians, without his lictors who the Law demanded should be always at his side carrying the standards of his twin legion. They had even demanded that he should not wear the mask with its sun-rayed eye. So it was that he had come shrouded, with his own people and wearing one of his own masks, because he knew that, for his son's sake, he had put himself in the power of the Wise.
An ammonite came forward, hand raised. 'Only you may pass, Seraph.'
Suth turned. 'Wait for me here, Tain.'
His son bowed. Suth had brought the boy to let him know that he had forgiven him.
Passing through the ammonites, he walked towards the braziers around which stood four of the Wise, each with a childlike creature wearing a dead face of silver. Suth saw by the staves these homunculi were holding that then-masters were none other than the Grand Sapients of the Domains Tribute, Rain, Labyrinth and Law. This last made his heart quail. 'My Lords.'
At his words they turned, each with his fingers meshed about the throat of his homunculus. Tribute's creature spoke.
'Where then, My-Lord-who-goes-before, is the God Emperor elect?' Its voice was beautiful but unhuman.
Crowned with crescent moons, the long, eyeless masks of the Sapients each had moonstone tears dribbling down the left cheek. Suth knew the Sapients were sightless but felt they could see him through the eyes of their homunculi.
'I know not.'
The homunculi echoed him so that from the vibration in their throats their masters might be able to feel what Suth was saying.
'When his disappearance was discovered, you assured us that he would return to us today,' said Rain.
'I myself had received such assurance.'
'From whom?' said Law.
Suth was still reluctant to reveal Carnelian's part in the disaster.
'We intend to apply to the Clave for access to your House, Seraph,' said Labyrinth.
'Your household shall be brought before our inquisition,' said Tribute.
'Your defiance now, Seraph, shall only make our interrogations more intrusive,' said Law.
Suth knew they had him snared. He began explaining to them the contents of Carnelian's letter.
'I believe they went together into the Yden.'
After the homunculi had finished their muttering they began speaking all at once, streaming sounds that made no sense, their shrillness betraying their masters' agitation.
Silence fell.
'If you had told us this before, we might have searched for them,' said Labyrinth.
Suth's fear burned to anger. 'Do not, my Lords, foist the responsibility of your indecision onto me. You chose to accept what I told you because you feared to act in case the Great should discover the disappearance.'
'Now the Seraphim must be told,' said Rain.
'When the God Emperor elect disappeared, the Regency should have passed to the Dowager Empress,' said Law. 'You have led the Wise into transgressing the Law-that-must-be-obeyed and so put us in her power. Now we discover that we must overturn the result of Holy Election. Without proof, not only the Seraphim but the House of the Masks will suspect impropriety.'
Suth could not let that go. 'I do not believe that my Lords can be wholly unaware that there are two in the House of the Masks and several others of the Great who will have no need of suspicion, knowing better than we what they have had done to Osidian Nephron and my son.'
'Be silent,' the homunculi chanted in unison.
Suth stared at the Sapients, startled that they should address him thus.
'Alive or dead, we shall find Osidian Nephron,' said Tribute. 'If you had not delayed us we might have found him in time. Now, it is he that will be sacrificed in place of his brother. The Jade Lord Molochite shall assume the Masks and we will transform him into the Twin Gods when the Rains begin the renewal of the earth in two days' time.'
'A propitious date mirroring the elevation of his grandfather, Nuhuron, on the same intercalating day at the beginning of the last forty-eight-year cycle,' said Rain.
Law leaned forward and made his homunculus speak. 'As for you, Seraph Suth, for the part you have played in this both you and your House shall be punished.'
Suth was chilled by the certainty of that statement. The Wise were speaking as if the Great were directly subject to their will. It was his heart that urged him to speak to them about Carnelian. He considered whether it would serve only to draw down on him their wrath, but in the end, he had to know.
'And my son?'
'If he is found, we shall examine his part in this affair so that he may receive punishment according to the Law.'
Suth commanded that the ammonite guide not take him back to his halls in the wall of the Plain of Thrones, but instead south-west towards the Forbidden Garden. Soon they were lost among the winding ways. Though the faces of the sepulchres were hidden in the darkness of the ceiling, Suth could feel their gaze on him. A paleness far away showed that the world outside was feeling the dawn. As they neared the edge of the Labyrinth, he could see some rays of sun catching on the Sacred Wall. The sky was clotted with angry cloud. The Wise had declared that the downpour would begin in two days' time. The Skymere was still in dusk. The brilliance of the terraces was still subdued, but he could see how they cascaded down the slope towards the sombre lagoons of the Yden. He searched them, hoping for some quick, pale movement that might have been Carnelian. Suth could not remember when his life had not been dominated by his passion to save his son. Now, at the very brink of victory, he had lost him and with him, everything.
FALLEN ANGELS
I have only tears
To water my face
