'All. The old one, Ganthirogani of the same clan, died during the capture. His body will be returned to the clan, which will have some explanations to make.'
The minotaur did not envy Dastrun, but was glad it was the Orilg patriarch and not him who faced the high priest's displeasure. 'Good news, indeed. My thanks for alerting me to this.'
'You should not have been so careless in the circus, Polik, altering my orders. If not for the fact that someone had already confused the commands and placed Kaziganthi in a certain deadly situation, I would be especially angry. He was to have fought a single ogre, a certain triumph for him. Then, with his confidence swollen, he would have seen his father killed by the gladiators. It would have shattered his spirit, I think, made him malleable.' Jopfer idly scratched his chin. 'Merriq has paid for not being able to properly transmit commands.'
So, despite Polik's transgression at the circus, the high priest was willing to forgive and forget. Polik was not quite certain he understood, but he was willing to accept his good fortune. 'Then if that is all-'
'There is more.'
'More?'
'Certain plans have come to the fore. A missing component of my-of our-success is now within my hands. I think it is ready to use. I do not see why we need delay any longer. The fleet is ready, and our warriors chafe at the bit, desiring blood and glory. It is time we gave them free rein.'
Polik almost sat down in astonishment. 'The campaign is to begin? The Supreme Circle-'
'Will sanction everything, some of them because they are as bloodthirsty as their warriors and the others because they would look like cowards to the rest.' Jopfer's eyes seemed to blaze with anticipation. 'For the announcement, we must plan a special day in the circus, a showing of our might to the general population. The event will highlight the deaths of the rebellious minotaurs, your ultimate combat victory, ensuring your place at the head of our people, and the announcement of the impending campaign.'
The campaign. Polik could scarcely believe what he had heard. The campaign was to begin at last. 'Where do we attack?'
Leaning back, the high priest replied, 'I've chosen the humans to the west of us. It will be a two-pronged attack, with the fleet sailing north and coming around to their shores up there. They will transport an army with them, of course. Meanwhile, the rest of our forces will come through the mountains and crush their eastern border.'
'Such a two-pronged attack could work against us as well as for us,' Polik dared to point out. 'They're only humans, I grant you, but there is always the unexpected.'
'The plan will succeed. I will give you details concerning it on the morrow. Rest easy, Emperor. We have tremendous power behind us, a force as great as any army. On the day of the attack, you will know the details. I can say nothing more for now, but it will be a sign to our people that their patience has been rewarded. It will be a sign that this is the beginning of our conquest of Krynn!'
'At last…' Polik rubbed his huge hands together in anticipation, then recalled something said earlier. 'Did you say my 'combat victory'? In the circus?'
'You are overdue for a victory. Emperor. This incident with the heretics has further emphasized the need to renew the people's faith in you. A successful duel prior to the announcement will nudge them in the correct direction.'
'Against Kaz?'
'The thought had occurred to me,' replied the high priest. 'He has become uncontrollable, no longer a trustworthy addition to our commanders. He will have to die, but I fear that for us to ensure success in such a duel as you suggest, we would have to drug him beyond what is feasible. This combat must look true to all. No, his fate will be different. For you, I can find a more suitable opponent. There are two or three candidates among the grand champions, one especially who considers himself a far better choice for emperor than you, Polik. As a matter of fact, he was encouraged to make a formal declaration… or rather, he will be. See to it that he gets his reply in time for the event.'
'Of course, Holiness.' Another victory under his belt. No one would be able to deny his destiny, save for Jopfer, of course. However, Polik saw no reason why he could not find a way to remove the one obstacle to his complete authority, sooner or later. It would not be too troublesome to eliminate Jopfer.
'You may return to your bed.' The high priest turned away, his thoughts already elsewhere. The acolytes came up behind Polik.
The day of destiny was to begin. The emperor could scarcely believe his luck. He had begun to wonder if the day would ever come. Jopfer was correct; it would be good to prove his right to rule just before the announcement. An imperial combat was definitely called for.
As the acolytes led the emperor out of the temple, his thoughts turned again to how simple it would be to remove the one minotaur he feared… once the campaign was well underway, of course. There were those among the circle who would welcome Jopfer's demise. From among them he would be able to find a capable assassin. Then, it would simply be a matter of timing. For all his power, there were limits to the high priest's control. It would not be hard to kill him.
After all, under the cloak of authority, Jopfer was just a minotaur like the rest of them.
Chapter 15
Ayasha did not like the reason Helati gave her for needing her to watch the children, but she understood. Helati did not want to spend time arguing. It was terrible enough pulling herself away from the infants. She felt like a negligent mother, but hoped that, if something happened to her, they would grow up understanding why. She had to try to bring their father back.
This was her quest. The other minotaurs could fend for themselves.
No one was in sight as, before dawn, she stepped out to saddle her mount. In a few minutes, she would be on her way, with no one but Ayasha and her mate knowing her secret. She had given Ayasha permission to let others know once she was far away.
'You can't be serious about riding there alone, can you?'
Helati whirled about to find Brogan, his shoulder bandaged, standing a few yards behind her. He had moved so silently that neither she nor her mount had taken any notice of him. 'What're you doing here, Brogan? And why isn't your wound healed? You are a cleric.'
'My faith in Sargas has been… weak… of late. This is the best I could do. That's not important, though.' He shrugged, changing the subject. 'It's strange. I had a dream a short bit ago, about a human. I've rarely seen humans, save in war, and certainly not one all dressed in gray… from top to bottom. It was a short, strange dream. He told me he could not stay long, but he wanted me to wake up and find you. The children needed you more since Kaz was gone. That was what he said. Then, I woke up.'
His words were disconcerting, especially about this human in gray. 'Just your own fears, Brogan. There's nothing to the dream.'
'But you're leaving,' he pointed out. 'And dream or not, I think you need to stay here.'
'You were the one who wanted to gather an armed force and storm Nethosak… or was that a ploy at the time to get most of us back in the grip of the emperor?'
His expression made her instantly regret the rash comment. 'It was meant honestly. I've thought things over, Helati. Kaz was correct about a large force being more hindrance than help. That is even more true now. If we rode in to save Kaz, we'd be riding right into the high priest's hands. The high priest is the one to watch, not old Polik.'
'I can't just sit and wait. Kaz may need help.'
'He may be dead already,' Brogan returned bluntly. 'I'm sorry to say that, but it could be true. Riding to Nethosak would then accomplish nothing except that you would share the same fate. Would Kaz want you to abandon the children?'
'That's not fair! You know I'm not simply abandoning them!'
