nod before he went on, 'Then can you show that to the whole city by setting the crown on my head at the High Temple when morning comes?'
'I would seem to have little choice,' Gnatios said bleakly.
'If I'm to be master of the Empire, I will be master of all of it,' Krispos told him. 'That includes the temples.'
The ecumenical patriarch did not reply in words, but his expression was eloquent. Though emperors traditionally headed ecclesiastical as well as secular affairs, Anthimos had ignored both impartially, letting Gnatios run Videssos' religious life like an independent prince. The prospect of doing another man's bidding could not have appealed to him.
Mavros pointed down the street; at the same time, Haloga heads turned in the direction his finger showed. A man carrying a large, heavy bundle was coming toward the patriarchal mansion. No, not a man—as the person drew nearer, Krispos saw beardless cheeks and chin. But it was not a woman, either... 'Barsymes!' Krispos exclaimed. 'What do you have there?'
Panting a little, the eunuch set down his burden. 'If you are to be crowned, your Majesty, you should appear before the people in the proper regalia. I heard your orders to the Halogai, and so I knew I could find you here. I've brought the coronation regalia, a crown, and a pair of red boots. I do hope the rude treatment I've given the silks hasn't wrinkled them too much,' he finished anxiously.
'Never mind,' Krispos said, touched. 'That you thought to bring them to me is all that counts.' He put a hand on Barsymes' shoulder. The eunuch, a formal soul if ever there was one, shrugged it off and bowed. Krispos went on, 'It was bravely done, and perhaps foolishly done, as well. How would you have fought back if robbers fell upon you and stole this rich clothing?'
'Robbers?' Barsymes gave a contemptuous sniff. 'A robber would have to be insane to dare assault one like me, who is so obviously a eunuch of the palace.' For the first time, Krispos heard a sort of melancholy pride in Barsymes' description of himself. The eunuch continued, 'Besides, even a madman would think three times before he stole the imperial raiment. Who could wear it but the Emperor, when even its possession by another is proof of treason and a capital crime?'
'I'm just glad you got here safely,' Krispos said. If thinking himself immune from robbers had helped Barsymes come, he would not contradict the eunuch. Privately he suspected Barsymes had been more lucky than secure.
'Shall I vest you in the regalia now?' Barsymes asked.
Krispos thought for a moment, then shook his head. 'No, let's do it at the High Temple, where the ecumenical patriarch will set the crown on my head.' He glanced over at Gnatios, who nodded without speaking. Krispos looked eastward. Ever so slightly, the horizon was beginning to gray. He said, 'We should go there now, to be ready when the new day comes.'
He called to the Halogai. They formed up in a hollow rectangle that took the whole width of the street. Krispos, Mavros, Barsymes, and Gnatios took their places in the middle. Krispos thought Gnatios still wanted to bolt, but the patriarch got no chance. 'Forward to the High Temple,' Krispos said, and forward they went.
The Temple, as was only fitting, lay but a few steps from the patriarchal mansion. It bulked huge against the brightening sky; the thick piers that supported the weight of its great central dome gave it a squat, almost an ungainly appearance from the outside. But within—Krispos knew the splendor that lay within.
The forecourt to the High Temple was as large as a couple of the smaller plazas in the city. The boots of the Halogai slammed down on slate flags; their measured tramp echoed from the building they approached.
Gnatios peered out between the marching guardsmen. 'What are all these people doing, loitering in the forecourt so long before the dawn?' he said.
'A coronation must be witnessed,' Krispos reminded him. The patriarch gave him a look filled with grudging respect. 'For an adventurer who has just seized the state, you've planned well. You will prove more difficult to dislodge than I would have guessed when you came pounding on my door.'
'I don't intend to be dislodged,' Krispos said. 'Neither did Anthimos, your Majesty,' Gnatios replied, putting a sardonic edge to the title Krispos was still far from used to.
The forecourt was not yet truly crowded; the Halogai had no trouble making their way toward the High Temple. Men and women scurried out of their path, chattering excitedly: '
Priests prayed in the High Temple by night as well as by day. They stared from the top of the stairway at the imperial guards.
Krispos heard them exclaim and call to one another; they sounded as curious as any of the onlookers gathering in front of the temple. But when the Halogai began to climb the low, broad stairs, the priests cried out in alarm and withdrew inside, slamming doors behind them.
Under their officers' direction, most of the northerners deployed on the stairway, facing out toward the forecourt. A band that included Thvari's warriors accompanied Krispos and his Videssian comrades up to the High Temple itself. Krispos looked from the closed doors before them to Gnatios. 'I hope you'll be able to do something about this?'
Gnatios nodded. He knocked on the door and called sharply, 'Open in there. Open, I say! Your patriarch commands it.'
A grill slid open. 'Phos preserve us,' said the priest peering out. 'It
'What's toward? Change,' Gnatios answered, raising an eyebrow at Krispos. 'I would say that response covers the rest of your queries, as well.'
Barsymes spoke up. 'Holy sirs, will your kindness permit us to enter the narthex so his Majesty may assume the imperial vestments?'
