Further up the slope the Marula had made a fire and were cooking something of their own.
Their food smells better than ours,' said Carnelian.
'But then of course it is unclean,' Jaspar said, sounding regretful.
Carnelian turned to look at him, a hole cut into the starry sky. 'From whom do we hide, Jaspar?'
'We Chosen hide from everyone, Carnelian, out of care, lest the radiance of our faces blast them to ash.'
'It is the Empress Ykoriana who threatens us, is it not?'
'Lower your voice,' hissed Jaspar. His silhouette consumed more stars and gave birth to others as he moved away. Carnelian heard him muttering commands. The Marula melted away and Jaspar returned. Carnelian felt the gold face sizing him up. 'It is unthinkable,' it said at last.
'Aurum and my father are thinking it, my Lord.' 'It is this Lesser Chosen plot they fear.' Tell me, Jaspar, are the Marula rare in the Commonwealth?' 'What does this-?' 'Humour me.'
They pay us no flesh tithe and only a handful of them enlist as auxiliaries in the legions.'
Then I would suggest that the Ruling Lord Aurum always intended us to return using them as our disguise.' Carnelian could not conceal the smugness in his voice.
'I do not quite follow…'
'Does it seem likely to you, Jaspar, that the Legate would just happen to have more than a dozen of these rare creatures in his auxiliaries?'
'And so…?' said Jaspar.
'And so, either Aurum brought them with him or he had the Legate obtain them. Either possibility makes it certain that the arrangements were made before you all set off across the sea. This suggests that Aurum knew my father would return with him.'
'It is well reasoned.' Jaspar's mask nodded. 'Well reasoned,' he said, his voice lower, as if he were speaking to himself. His mask became very still. 'Why then was Aurum so despondent on the journey out?'
Carnelian deflated. The implication was that the influence Aurum had over his father he had not brought with him. If that were true then he must have found it on the island. Carnelian worried that Jaspar was moving towards the same conclusion and spoke quickly to ruffle the surface of his thoughts.
'By the same reasoning, it cannot be the Lesser Chosen that we hide from. Whatever was written in the letter, it could not be that.'
Jaspar said nothing. Carnelian became disconcerted by the Master's mask floating its dead face in the night. The Marula, my Lord, were already waiting for us.'
Jaspar gave a slow nod. 'Let us say, cousin, that you are right and we are hiding from the Empress, what then?'
'Why are we hiding?'
'Spinning pure conjecture, it could be that she intends to stop your father getting to Osrakum in time to influence the election.'
'How could she do that?'
'She could set assassins searching for him along this road.'
Carnelian went cold with fear for his father. 'She could not… the Blood Convention…'
‘She has already murdered her own daughter.' 'Her daughter?' 'Flama Ykoria.' 'Why…?'
'Ykoriana was the first woman for generations to be born blood-rank four.'
Carnelian almost gasped as he calculated it. 'Her ring casts eight thousand votes. Nearly half as much as all the Great together.'
Jaspar nodded. Through her, Flama Ykoria inherited the same rank. Now, Ykoriana alone enjoys this distinction.'
Carnelian was aghast. 'But even she must fear the Law.'
Jaspar laughed without humour. 'She had already long before suffered all the punishments the Law can inflict on Chosen women: the purdah imprisonment, blinding.'
Carnelian shuddered. 'But not death?'
'We do not slay our women, they are too precious to us.'
Carnelian realized Jaspar was not being ironic. 'What other crime did she commit?'
Jaspar shrugged. 'Some matter internal to the House of the Masks. That is in the past. It is the election that concerns her now.'
'How will victory assuage her bitterness?'
'Nephron is his father's son, Molochite his mother's: a weak prince, a wallower in rare vices. She would wed him, encourage his corruption, then rule unfettered from behind his throne. Of course, if your father were to ensure Nephron's victory…'
'My father?'
Then he would enjoy high favour at the new Gods' side and, should he choose, could wield oppressive power over others of us of the Great.'
'My father would never abuse such trust.'
'He might not, but what if he became an instrument in another's hand? Aurum's, for example?'
'Aurum?'
'You must have noticed, Carnelian, what influence he has over your father?'
Carnelian felt the sweat soaking the bandages on his back. 'I… I really have no idea what you mean, my Lord.'
'Are you certain that you have not, cousin?'
'Absolutely certain.'
'Well then.' Jaspar's mask was a dark mirror. 'We have talked enough, cousin. One would not deprive you of much-needed sleep. The days that follow promise to be wearisome, neh?'
Jaspar turned and walked back up the slope. As Carnelian watched him fade away, his heart seemed to be shaking its way out of his body. A scent of menace lingered on the night air. He told himself that really nothing much had happened. It amused his cousin Jaspar to frighten him a little, that was all.
When Carnelian was calmer he began to climb the knoll. The Marula squatting in the dark like boulders stood up silently as he passed and followed him.
Mattresses thick enough to satisfy the commands of the Law had been rolled out to form a floor in the tent. The air was weighed with incense. Carnelian jerked a nod at Jaspar. He frowned when he saw Tain prostrate with another gangly boy beside him. His brother looked up and twitched a smile.
'What a relief it would be to remove these accursed wrappings,' said Jaspar, speaking from behind him.
Carnelian could feel his own bandages embracing him like clammy arms.
'One fears we will have to stew in them until we reach Osrakum.'
Carnelian gave the boys leave to rise. He registered the look of horror on Tain's face and could make no sense of it. The other boy slipped past him with hands held out. 'Let your slave help you, Master,' he said in a thin voice.
In increasing confusion, Carnelian watched Tain clasp trembling hands over his face. Carnelian turned and saw the other boy's small hands reverently coping with the weight of Jaspar's mask as it was handed down.
'My slave is not as pretty as yours, cousin, but he is a wonder with a brush,' Jaspar was saying.
Carnelian felt sudden nausea as he stared at the Master's naked face. 'You have destroyed my brother.'
Jaspar started back and put on an expression of childlike innocence. 'Cousin? Aaah, you are being droll.'
'You removed your mask.'
'Indeed. Did you think I would sleep in it?'
'But the Law… he will have to be punished.'
'He will have to be blinded.'
'You did it deliberately?' Carnelian put his hand to his head. 'I can't believe it,' he said in Vulgate.
'All the slaves we brought with us will be blinded. Did you really think, Carnelian, that the Great would choose to suffer inconvenience merely to save the eyes of a handful of slaves?' He laughed. 'It is too
