merchants-a costly exercise, and one which the imperial navy would rather avoid, all the more since the ships were increasingly needed elsewhere. For this reason, the emperor was risking the winter seas in order to send an envoy to arrange for a council with an entity called the Caliph of Samarra. If the council proved successful and the raiding could be brought under control, much expense and bloodshed might be avoided at next year's festival.
It was late in the day when the protospatharius finished his business and departed. I begged leave to return to the city, thinking I might worship again in one of Constantinople's churches, or even receive word from Justin as to the fate of my brother monks, but Jarl Harald would not allow it. He demanded I tell him what had passed between the emperor and myself the day before.
I had hoped he would not ask, but in the event I had already decided that I would tell him the truth-at least, as much of the truth as I could without betraying the confidence of the emperor.
'You returned to the ship late in the night,' the king pointed out. 'I am wondering what use the emperor made of my slave.'
'Jarl Harald,' I answered, 'it is true that I was long absent from your side. The emperor wished to speak with me about the voyage to Trebizond.'
'I see,' the king replied, in a way that suggested he did not see at all why the emperor should bother himself about me.
'I believe he was grateful to you for bringing the harbour master to justice,' I suggested, side-stepping the issue slightly.
'Ah, yes,' replied Harald, as if remembering the incident was a strain on his mind, 'the harbour master. Nothing else?'
'The emperor believes that he cannot trust many of his court officials,' I offered. 'That is why he makes such liberal use of mercenaries-men who prosper with his success, but have nothing to gain at his demise. He is well disposed to reward those who earn his pleasure.'
'This Basil is shrewd, I think. He uses well the tools of his craft,' Harald mused. 'Did he ask about me?'
'About you, Jarl Harald? No, he did not ask me anything about you, or your affairs. But I can tell you that he appeared well satisfied with the bargain between you and him. In any event, he said no more about it-only that he found such alliances useful because he could place little trust in others.'
'Heya,' observed Harald absently. Obviously, I was not saying what he expected to hear. He was silent for a moment, and then said, 'You will stay on the ship until we sail. This I have decided.'
He dismissed me then, and I went to the prow of the ship and hunkered down in the sharp V-shaped nook formed by the high-swept keel and sides. There, below the fierce painted dragonhead, I turned my face to the planks, closed my eyes, and tried to impose some small order upon the chaos of my thoughts. Sure, this had been a most confusing run of days for me, and I was feeling the strain of trying to swim against the tide of swift-moving events.
To begin: I had arrived at the city of my death. Strangely, this no longer frightened me. I suppose I had lived long enough with the knowledge for any fear and dread to have abated. And now that I was here, I felt nothing- save an ambiguous curiosity. My lucid dreams never foretold falsely, however; experience had long ago taught me that what I saw never failed to come about. Still, I had arrived in Constantinople, I had walked abroad in the city, and yet I lived. I did not know what to make of that.
Nor did I know what to make of Justin's suggestion that word of my brother monks might be forthcoming. For if they had reached Constantinople, the emperor certainly would have known. Even without the gift of the book, they would have sought audience with him. Reason suggested the pilgrimage had not succeeded, but hope argued otherwise.
And then there was the emperor's secret. What was I to make of that?
'We have now a chance for peace with the Muhammedans of the Abbasid,' the emperor had told me once we were alone together. Although peace is always a laudable aim, and worthy to be pursued at all times, who or what these Muhammedans might be, I did not know. But this was why the emperor wished me to attend the embassy to Trebizond: 'We require an impartial witness, canny priest,' the emperor said. 'We require someone who will watch and remember all that passes there-someone who will not be suspected, someone unknown.'
The basileus had then gone on to imply that if I agreed to report the proceedings of the meeting between his emissaries and those of this caliph, I would be freed from my captivity to Harald. Sure, I was sore tempted. What man would choose to remain even a moment in slavery if granted the opportunity to end it at a word?
Oh, but I was also cautious. Try as I might, I could in no way discern the emperor's motive in this. Perhaps he only meant to help me-to reward me with my freedom, let us say, for bringing the thieving quaestor to justice. Although, if that were in his mind, he could have done it then and there.
I pondered the emperor's words, turning them over in my mind. And I paid special heed to all that passed between Harald and the fleet overseer, hoping for a hint, however small, of what or who the emperor feared that he should take such illicit precautions. I learned much, but nothing to betoken any apprehension; nor anything that would answer the most vexing question: why had the emperor chosen me?
Perhaps, as he had intimated, the emperor could not spare any of his trusted men for this errand, and since, as Harald's slave, I was bound to go with the ships anyway, he merely decided that I might perform a useful service. Still, I asked myself: was it really so difficult to find loyal men?
Likely, it was an act of impulse and nothing more. This I told myself, but could not help thinking that something more sinister lay behind it. No doubt, I was over-influenced by Justin's vile gossip-I confess it did disturb me greatly. Sure, it had been most careless of him to speak so. Had I been a better priest, I should have imposed a penance on him so that he would refrain from repeating gossip, were he to be so tempted in the future.
These thoughts circled in my restless mind, never alighting, never settling. In the end, however, it came to this: the Holy Emperor himself had commanded my service. As a priest of the church, I was forsworn to obey.
Suspicion, Justin said, is the knife in your sleeve and the shield at your back. I forced the thought from me. But the guardsman's words kept coming back to me: Where great wealth and power reside, there suspicion runs rampant.
Such were my thoughts, swarming in my brain like wasps. In the end, I gave up trying to order them, and simply poured out my heart to God. I prayed for a goodly time, but received no solace, so stopped after a while and sat quietly, listening to the talk of the men around me. After a time, I rose and busied myself with other things.
The next day the fleet overseer sent a man with a map showing our destination and the route by which we would go. Both king and pilot studied the map and, with me as interpreter, questioned the man closely and at length. The map was much more detailed and accurate than any Thorkel had ever seen, and revealed much of the southern seas, heretofore unknown to the Danes. When they had learned all they could, Harald dismissed the man and no sooner had his feet left the planks than the king ordered me to make a copy of the map for him. Despite using the most primitive tools-a seabird's feather for a pen! — I persevered, and even found the labour enjoyable. I could not resist the urge to embellish the new map with a few triscs and a band of knotwork down one side. The quill, though crude, served well enough, and I found myself enjoying the practice of my former craft so much that I drew, over the empty Southern Sea, a wild goose, symbol of the Holy Spirit-a blessing to all who should behold the map in years to come. My work occupied me the rest of the day, and took my mind off wanting to go ashore.
The following morning, the ships were moved to the Harbour of Theodosius, which served the emperor's fleet, being nearer the imperial storehouses and granaries. All through the dreary, rain-dashed morning, I watched as the wagons trundled onto the quay and sacks and baskets of provisions were bundled into the waiting ships. I watched, looking for any opportunity to leave the ship; despite Harald's orders I still hoped for a brief word with Justin. After a while the rain stopped and a dull, hazy sun appeared. Sea gulls wheeled in the air, diving for garbage in the harbour. As midday approached, I began to fear that Harald would keep his decision, and I would not have another chance to go into the city.
Happily, as the last of the sacks were being stowed, Gunnar came to me. 'Heya, Aeddan,' he said by way of greeting. 'Jarl Harald says Hnefi and I must go and collect our share of bread.' He passed me a small square of parchment on which was written a number; the parchment bore an imperial seal. 'The king says you are to go with us in the event we are questioned by those in authority over the loaves.'
This was the chance for which I had been hoping. Tucking the parchment into my belt, I said, 'When the jarl commands, we must obey. Come, let us hurry.'
'Heya,' agreed Gunnar, regarding me dubiously.
