‘Loys, the scholar Loys. He is with a woman, a noble lady. They may not be travelling under their own names, though I think they will. It would be too shameful for a high born woman to disguise her rank.’
‘Let me look into it,’ said Snake in the Eye.
‘I will. But why are you so eager to help me?’
‘I have something I need you to do for me,’ said Snake in the Eye.
21
Loys had decided on a two-pronged approach — the first of which would be to spread fear.
He began by calling in members of the postal service — Isais’ men. That risked invoking the spymaster’s displeasure — a possibly lethal course of action — but he would be buffeted no longer. In Constantinople, he had realised, you either pushed or got pushed.
The work wearied him. He interviewed a variety of men from straightforward courtiers to hardened spymasters who smiled too much and drank too much of his wine while he spoke to them. The interviews were painstaking and had to be conducted according to strict court protocol. Loys, on the advice of his eunuch servant, had ordered a fan of office and learned a five-minute official greeting. His visitors had to bring fans appropriate to their rank and station, and there were four chairs in the room — one for himself, one for low men and one for high men. The most splendid chair sat beside him, empty. It was for the emperor and a signal to those who visited that the investigation took place on his behalf.
At first no one gave up anything, and Loys began to see the whole process as simply an exercise in marking out his territory, showing the court he was a man to be reckoned with. Then, after a month of wearying interviews, he summoned one of the palace ostiarioi, the ceremonial doorkeepers who kept the lists of people to be admitted to the palace and saw to it that the proper protocols of greeting and introduction were observed.
The man reminded Loys of a richly embroidered cushion, he was so fat and so colourful.
‘Do you know or have you ever known of anyone striking bargains with devils, demons or other maleficent powers?’ said Loys.
‘No one at all,’ said the ostiarios. He smiled in a jolly way.
‘Do you know, or have you ever known, of anyone involved in the production of magical amulets, charms or spells?’ said Loys.
‘No one,’ he said, again with a smile. ‘If you are looking to trap me, you shall fail.’
Loys glanced down at his notepaper and scribbled ‘defensive’ on it. Then he looked up.
‘Why would I be looking to trap you? Surely if you have nothing to hide you cannot be trapped.’
‘Well, quite so, but all the same. You know. It’s quite nerve-racking being questioned like this. One wrong word and all that.’
‘One wrong word about what?’
The man gave a loud ‘hem!’. ‘I don’t know. I mean, that’s the problem with wrong words, isn’t it? You don’t know they’re wrong until you’ve said them.’
Loys fixed the man with a stare.
‘Have you ever prayed for the health of the emperor?’
‘Yes. Often.’
‘Have you ever kissed the emperor’s image and asked for his blessing?’
The ostiarios seemed not to know quite how to answer. He sat and gulped for a moment like a frog wondering if it was a fly or a bee he had swallowed.
‘I would be disloyal if I said I had not.’
Loys linked his fingers and leaned forward, his elbows on the table. ‘You are aware that is conjuring?’
‘Oh come on, everyone does it.’
‘Really?’ said Loys. ‘Could you furnish me with their names?’
‘No, I…’
‘You are unwilling to reveal your accomplices?’
‘This is ridiculous. You might as well say that when the people call for the saint of the walls to bless the emperor they are casting spells. They carve the symbol of the moon and the star, and we all know that began when the names of the saints were unknown.’
Loys looked at the ostiarios with hard eyes. Really he pitied him. The man was no more a devil worshipper than he was. He was naive, a little conceited about his own intelligence but harmless enough. However, Loys needed to build a reputation in the palace, to be known as a man who should not be crossed.
‘Have you done these things?’
‘No, I-’
‘If I were to call at your house now I would find no evidence of idolatry or anything similar?’
The ostiarios coloured. ‘We are simple people,’ he said, ‘and the affliction of the sky troubles us greatly. We sometimes turn to the old ways, not to harm but to help the emperor and the city. A thousand men have carved the star and the moon on their walls. It is a protection for us and the emperor. What can be wrong with that, when it is the symbol of the city?’
‘But you have just admitted you carved it for the purposes of sorcery. You imperil your soul. Do you not know of the sermon of St Andrew the Fool?’
‘I do not listen to the sermons of fools,’ said the man, trying to regain his dignity.
‘He was a wise fellow,’ said Loys, ‘who feigned madness and drew the scorn of all men for his love of God. He told the story of Vigrinos, a magician whom a lady asked to give her a spell to make her cheating husband love her.’
‘I have no interest in the stupidity of women.’
Loys smiled a tight smile.
‘There is a wider point here. The magician cast his spell and the husband became faithful. But demons afflicted the woman in her dreams — a black dog that caressed her like a lover and kissed her on the mouth, an Ethiopian inflamed by lust and other manifestations. She fasted and prayed, and it was revealed to her that to make his magic the magician had defiled holy icons with shit, filled a magic lamp he had given her full of dog’s urine and carved the name of the Antichrist on the wick’s base along with the words “Demon Sacrifice”. This was the price she had paid to return her husband to her. Her soul. St Andrew says demons often use magic for apparent good with the aim of making unsuspecting persons subject to their influence. Is this what has happened to you? Have you fallen in with demons?’
‘Your knowledge of these matters is very great, sir, but, no. I… No.’
Loys scribbled some notes again — nonsense, really. He was simply trying to be intimidating, though he suspected he wasn’t very good at it. He imagined the man a mouse and himself a cat eyeing it. That idea made him laugh when the doorkeeper tried to speak but only came out with something resembling a squeak.
‘You will be recalled to answer at a future time,’ said Loys.
‘When?’
‘I cannot say. You’ll have to wait.
‘I am not in league with devils.’
‘I will decide that,’ said Loys. ‘I am charged with discovering the source of this unnatural weather, the reason for fireballs and other phenomena that do not concern you. So unless I find greater evidence of devil worship then I shall have to conclude that even the slightest evidence is enough to justify suspicion. I suggest you and anyone who wishes to avoid such suspicion does his best to bring anything unusual to my attention.’
‘There are a thousand magicians and soothsayers not fifty strides from the palace gates.’
‘They are low people and could not have worked the magic to cause this sky. We are looking for someone within the court, I am sure of it.’
‘I will make every endeavour to be watchful,’ said the gatekeeper.
‘Good,’ said Loys. ‘You may expect to see me again sometime soon. The chances are that I will need to
