'Yes,' Garth replied. 'He told me that it lay in an ancient chapel, or perhaps the ruins of one.'
'I know of no such chapel, and this palace is the only one that has stood in this city in all its recorded history.'
Garth shrugged. 'I have said what I was told.'
'This is all strange to me, and I fear I can be of little assistance. Is there any other way in which I might aid you?'
A trace of color was returning to the woman's face, Garth saw, and the man beside her had wholly recovered, pretending that nothing untoward had happened. Those two, Garth decided, were definitely worthy of investigation. He found himself thinking that there was something familiar about them, but dismissed it as overactive imagination.
That could wait, however. He had another concern he wanted to mention to the overlord, and another audience might not be easy to obtain, despite the man's expressed goodwill.
'O Prince,' he said, 'forgive my ignorance of your city, but is the cult of Aghad active in Ur-Dormulk?'
The overlord appeared momentarily startled. 'Aghad? The Dыs god of hatred? There is a temple to him here, certainly, and it has, I suppose, its complement of priests and devotees. We of Ur-Dormulk pride ourselves upon the toleration of all faiths-or at least all save the most repulsive. The dark gods and their followers may be distasteful, but we permit them to remain and worship as they please, so long as they do not disturb the peace. One or two have, in truth, been banished for practicing human sacrifice, but to date, the Aghadites have behaved themselves. Why do you ask?'
'I have a personal interest in the cult of Aghad, O Prince. Its followers murdered my wife.'
Garth's tone was flat and dull; the humans probably took it for the emptiness of grief rather than the seething anger it was. A few of the courtiers made vague, sympathetic murmurs.
The overlord was slow in replying. 'I am sorry to hear of this,' he said at last. 'Why do you mention it? What would you have of me?'
'O Prince, I am sworn to destroy those who slew my wife, yet I do not wish to trouble your domain. The Baron of Skelleth, the people of Skelleth, and I would esteem it a very great favor if you were to expel the followers of Aghad from Ur-Dormulk, so that they might be removed from your protection.' That seemed the most he could reasonably ask. He would have preferred to demand that the overlord send his soldiers immediately to burn the temple and kill its priests.
'I am reluctant,' the overlord admitted. 'It goes against the traditions of the city to banish any faith that has not directly harmed my subjects.' He paused, then continued. 'I will take what you ask for under advisement; I am well aware that it is to our benefit to respect Skelleth's wishes, yet this request is unprecedented. If you could identify any person who had a direct role in your wife's death, I might have him arrested and sent to Skelleth for trial-but to exile the entire sect! You ask much, and I must consider well before making my decision.'
Garth bowed in polite acknowledgment. He had both feared and hoped that the overlord would refuse him. He was already planning a venture of his own into the temple. He knew, rationally, that to destroy the temple himself would antagonize both the overlord of Ur-Dormulk and the Baron of Skelleth and would make his life less pleasant all around. Emotionally, however, the prospect of wreaking havoc was very appealing indeed.
'Is there anything else, overman?'
'If I may, O Prince, I would like to consult with some of your advisers regarding the possible location of the Book of Silence, if there are any who might have knowledge of it.'
The overlord raised a hand and gestured. 'I have here with me two most excellent wizards; if this book is indeed magical, they might be of some assistance.' He indicated the woman in yellow and the man in blue. 'This is Chalkara of Kholis, Court Wizard to the High King at Kholis, retired recently and come here upon leaving the King's service; and Shandiph the Wanderer, a magician of some note and a native of Ur-Dormulk, returned home to join my court. There is also,' he said as he turned and indicated an old woman in somber brown and burgundy velvet, 'my court archivist, Silda; she knows more about this city than any other living person. They will accompany you to the Rose Chamber, where you may speak in comfort. Now, if you will forgive me, there is other business I must attend to.'
Garth nodded. He had suspected that the pair might be magicians or seers of some sort and had hoped that the overlord would answer as he had. Only one more point remained to be mentioned before the end of the audience.
'O Prince, I thank you for your consideration; if I might trouble you Just a moment longer, however, there is a detail...'
'What is it?' The overlord was becoming impatient and trying unsuccessfully to hide it.
'My sword.' Garth pointed at the soldier who carried his weapons. 'Will it be returned to me?'
'Yes, of course.' The overlord waved a hand in dismissal. 'When you leave the palace, your weapons will be returned.' He gestured at the officer who had escorted Garth. 'See to it.'
'Thank you, O Prince. May your reign be long and prosperous,' Garth said. He bowed, retreated a few steps, and looked about.
A red-clad courtier stood ready to guide him; wary and unsmiling, the three advisers stepped from their places at the dais and joined him.
The party made its way out of the incense-filled audience chamber through a side door, then down a long paneled corridor that seemed chill and empty by contrast, and finally into a small room that opened off to the right.
The walls of this room were lined with rose-colored velvet, and the floor was an elaborate rosewood inlay; chairs of rosewood and velvet were gathered around an ebony table that held a vase of fresh-cut white roses.
This was obviously the Rose Chamber, and Garth settled cautiously into one of the chairs, uncertain at first that it would support his weight. Shandiph took the place opposite the overman, while Chalkara seated herself on Garth's right and Silda on his left, so that each occupied a different side of the table.
The red-clad guide pulled the two superfluous chairs off to one side, out of the way of extended legs or stretching arms, and then vanished discreetly.
For a moment of awkward silence, the four studied one another. Garth noticed that Silda seemed, if anything, slightly bored, but the two magicians were obviously nervous and ill at ease. Chalkara appeared almost desperate, he thought, while Shandiph, fumbling with something small and shiny, was only marginally calmer.
He wondered what had so upset them.
When the silence had dragged on uncomfortably long, Garth said at last, 'I saw your faces.' He was turned somewhat to the right, leaving the archivist out for the moment. 'You two have heard of the Book of Silence.'
The two wizards glanced at each other, then back at the overman.
'We have heard of it,' Shandiph admitted.
'You seem reluctant to speak of it,' the overman remarked.
After a moment's hesitation, Shandiph nodded without answering.
'Why?' Garth asked.
Again the two looked at each other before replying.
'Do you think we should explain?' Chalkara asked.
Shandiph nodded slowly. 'I fear we must.'
Chalkara turned away and studied the velvet walls. 'You do it,' she said.
Garth glanced at Silda; she looked very confused and was obviously not a party to whatever conspiracy was afoot.
'To begin with,' Shandiph said, 'we have met before, Garth of Ordunin, something over two years ago.'
Garth gazed with new interest at the wizards' faces; that explained why he had thought they might be familiar. He had encountered various wizards in various ways, but he was fairly sure where he had met these two. They had almost certainly been among the group of fifteen or twenty that had attacked him, appearing out of thin air in the hills north of Skelleth. The Sword of Bheleu had turned back their every assault and retaliated; Garth had seen that several had been killed before the Forgotten King had stepped in and ended the battle by magically
