Krispos Rising

'That's a toast I'll gladly drink.' Krispos sipped at the wine. Its vintage was as fine as any Anthimos owned; when Mavros bought, he did not stint. His robe was dark-green wool soft as duckdown, his neckcloth transparent silk dyed just the right shade of orange to complement the robe. Now he raised a quizzical eyebrow. 'And here's the really interesting question: why are you still intact, after calling Anthimos everything from a murderous cannibal to someone who commits unnatural acts with pigs?'

'I never called him that,' Krispos said, blinking. He knew what rumor could do with words, but listening to it have its way with his words was doubly unnerving. He drank more wine.

'Never called him which?' Mavros asked with a wicked grin.

'Oh, keep still.' Krispos emptied his cup and put it down on the arm of his chair. He stared at it for a few seconds, then said, 'Truth is, may the ice take me if I know why Anthimos hasn't come down on me. I just thank Phos he hasn't. Maybe down deep he really is just a good-natured soul.'

'Maybe.' Mavros did not sound as though he believed it. 'More likely, he was still so drunk in the morning that he'd forgotten by afternoon.'

'I'd like to think so, but he wasn't, 'Krispos said. 'He wasn't drunk at all. I can tell.'

'Aye, you've seen him drunk often enough, haven't you?' Mavros said.

'Who, me?' Krispos laughed. 'Yes, a time or twelve, now that you mention it. I remember the time he—' He stopped in surprise. The little silver bell by his bed was ringing. The scarlet cord on which it hung jerked up and down. Whoever was pulling it was pulling hard.

Mavros eyed the bell curiously. 'I thought you said his Majesty was gone.'

'He is.' Krispos frowned. Had Anthimos come back for some reason? No. He would have heard the Emperor go by. He did not think Dara was summoning him; he'd let her know he had a friend coming by tonight. Surely she'd not be so indiscreet. But that left—no one. Krispos got up. 'Excuse me. I think I'd better find out what's going on.'

Mavros' smile was sly. 'More of this good wine for me, then.'

Snorting, Krispos hurried into the imperial bedchamber. It was Dara who waited for him there. Fright filled her face. 'By the good god, what's wrong?' Krispos demanded. 'Have we been discovered?'

'Worse,' Dara said. He stared at her—he could not imagine anything worse. She started to explain, 'When Anthimos left tonight, he didn't go carousing.'

'How is that worse?' he broke in. 'I'd think you'd be glad.'

'Will you listen to me?' she said fiercely. 'He didn't go carousing because he went to that little sanctum of his that used to be a shrine. He's going to work magic there, magic to kill you.'

'That's crazy. If he wants me dead, all he has to do is tell one of the Halogai to swing his axe,' Krispos said. But he realized it wasn't crazy, not to Anthimos. Where was the fun in a simple execution? The Emperor would enjoy putting Krispos to death by sorcery ever so much more. Something else struck him. 'Why are you telling me this?'

'What do you mean, why? So you can stop him, of course.' Dara needed a moment to see that the question went deeper. She took a deep breath, looked away from Krispos, let it out, and looked back. 'Why? Because ...' She stopped again, visibly willed herself to continue. 'Because if I am to be Empress of Videssos, I would sooner be your Empress than his.'

His eyes met hers. Those words, he knew, were irrevocable. She nodded, her resolve firming as she saw he understood. 'Strange,' he said. 'I always thought you preferred him.'

'If you're that big a fool, maybe I've picked the wrong man after all.' Dara slipped into his arms for a brief embrace. Drawing back, she said, 'No time for more, not now. When you return ...'

She let the words hang. It was his turn to nod. When he came back, they would need each other, she him to keep what she already had, he her to add legitimacy to what he'd gained. When he came back ... 'What will you do if Anthimos walks into this chamber instead of me?'

'Go on, as best I can,' she said at once. He grimaced, nodding again. Tanilis would have said the same thing, for the same reason: ambition bound the two of them as much as affection. She went on, 'But I will pray to Phos that it be you. Go now, and may the Lord with the great and good mind go with you.'

'I'll get my sword,' Krispos said. Dara bit her lip—that brought home what she was setting in motion. But she did not say no. Too late for that, he thought. She made a little pushing gesture, urging him out of the room. He hurried away. As he trotted the few steps back to his own chamber, he felt his lucky goldpiece bounce on its chain. Soon enough, he thought, he'd find out whether the coin held true prophecy or only delusion. He remembered the last time he'd really looked at the goldpiece, and remembered thinking he would never try to get rid of Anthimos. But if the Avtokrator was trying to get rid of him ... Waiting quietly to be killed was for sheep, not men.

All that ran through his head before he got to his own doorway. Mavros raised his cup in salute when he came in, then stared when, instead of sitting down, he started buckling on his sword belt. 'What in the world—' Mavros began.

'Treason,' Krispos answered, which shut his foster brother's mouth with a snap. 'Or it'll be treason if I fail. Anthimos is planning to kill me by sorcery tonight. I don't intend to let him. Are you with me, or will you denounce me to the Halogai?'

Mavros gaped at him. 'I'm with you, of course. But by the good god, how did you find out? You told me he was going carousing tonight, not magicking.'

'The Empress warned me just now,' Krispos said in a flat voice.

'Did she?' Mavros looked at Krispos as if he'd never seen him before, then started to laugh. 'You haven't told me everything you've been up to, have you?'

Krispos felt his cheeks grow hot. 'No. I never told anyone. It's not the sort of secret to spread around, you know, not if—'

'Not if you want to live to go on keeping it,' Mavros finished for him. 'No, you're right.'