Krispos Rising

to himself. Anthimos could afford the best.

Skombros strode through the hall every so often with his crystal bowl of chances. He came nowhere near Krispos. A noble who won ten pounds of gold took his stroke of luck with enough equanimity to make Krispos sure he was already rich. Anthimos confirmed that, saying 'More money for slow horses and fast women, eh, Sphrantzes?'

'Fast horses, I hope, Majesty,' Sphrantzes said amid general laughter.

'Why should you change now?' the Avtokrator asked. Sphrantzes spread his hands, as if to admit defeat.

Someone else chose ten peacocks for himself. Krispos wondered what peacock tasted like. But the birds the servants chivvied out were very much alive. They honked and squawked and spread their gorgeous tails and generally made nuisances of themselves. 'What do I do with them?' wailed the winner, who had one bird under each arm and was chasing a third.

'I haven't the foggiest notion,' Anthimos replied with a blithe wave of his hand. 'That's why I put that chance in there—to find out.'

The man ended up departing with his two birds in the hand and forgetting about the rest. After some commotion, revelers, entertainers, and servants joined in shooing the other eight peacocks out the door. ' Let the Halogai worry about them,' somebody said, which struck Krispos as a good enough idea.

Once the peacocks departed—shouts from outside said the imperial guards were having their own troubles with the bad-tempered birds—the feast grew almost calm for a little while, as if everyone needed some time to catch his breath. 'Well, how is he going to top that?' Krispos said to the man next to him. They were standing by a bowl of sweetened gelatin and candied fruit, but neither felt like eating; the gelatin had peacock tracks.

'I don't know,' the fellow answered, 'but I expect he'll manage.'

Krispos shook his head. Then Skombros went round with his bowl again. He stopped in front of the young man whose beef rib had vanished. 'Would you care for a chance, excellent Pagras?'

'Huh?' By now, Pagras needed a moment to come out of his wine-soaked haze. He fumbled while he was getting the ball out of the bowl, and fumbled more in getting it open. He read the parchment; Krispos saw his lips move. But, instead of announcing what chance he'd chosen, he turned to Anthimos and said, 'I don't believe it.'

'Don't believe what, Pagras?' the Emperor asked.

'Ten thousand fleas,' Pagras said, looking at the parchment again. 'Not even you'd be crazy enough to get together ten thousand fleas.'

At any other time, the noble might have lost his tongue for using it so freely. Anthimos, though, was drunk, too, and, as usual, a friendly drunk. 'So you doubt me, eh?' was all he said. He pointed to the doorway from which a servant emerged with a large alabaster jar. 'Behold: ten thousand fleas.'

'Don't see any fleas. All I see is a damn jar.' Pagras lurched over to the servant and snatched it out of his hands. He yanked off the lid and stared down into the jar for several horrified seconds.

'If you plan on counting them, Pagras, you'd better do it faster,' Anthimos said.

Pagras did not count fleas. He tried to clap the lid back on, but the jar slipped through his clumsy fingers and smashed on the marble floor. Krispos thought of a good-sized pile of ground black pepper. But this pile moved and spread without any breeze to stir it. A man yelled; a woman squealed and clapped a hand to the back of her leg.

The revel broke up very quickly after that.

Krispos spent the next morning scratching. Working as he did in the stables, he got fleabites fairly often, but never so many all at once as after Anthimos' feast. And he'd been one of the lucky ones, not too close to the broken jar and not too far from the door. He wondered what poor Pagras looked like—raw meat, probably.

Petronas surprised him by dropping by not long before noon. A glance from the Sevastokrator sent stable hands scurrying out of earshot. 'I understand my nephew had things hopping last night,' Petronas said.

'That's one way to put it, yes, Highness,' Krispos said.

Petronas allowed himself a brief snort of laughter before turning serious once more. 'What did you think of the evening's festivities?' he asked.

'I've never seen anything like them,' Krispos said truthfully. Petronas waited without saying anything. Seeing something more was expected of him, Krispos went on, 'His Imperial Majesty knows how to have a good time. I enjoyed myself, up till the fleas.'

'Good. Something's wrong with a man who can't enjoy himself. Still, I see you're here at work in the morning, too.' Petronas' smile was twisted. 'Aye, Anthimos knows how to have a good time. I sometimes think it's all he does know. But never mind that for now. I hear you also put a spike in Skombros' wheel.'

'It wasn't so much.' Krispos explained how he'd got round the spell on the disappearing ribs.

'I'd like to set a spell on Skombros that would make him disappear,' the Sevastokrator said. 'But making the fat maggot look foolish is even better than showing that he's wrong the way you did a few weeks ago. The worse he seems to my nephew, the sooner he won't be vestiarios any more. And when he's not—Anthimos heeds whichever ear is spoken into last. Things would go smoother if he heard the same thing with both of them.'

'Your voice, in other words,' Krispos said. Petronas nodded. Krispos considered before he went on, 'I don't see any large troubles there, Highness. From everything I've seen, you're a man of good sense. If I thought you were wrong—'

'Yes, tell me what you would do if you thought I was wrong,' Petronas interrupted. 'Tell me what you would do if you, a peasant from the back of beyond jumped to head groom here only by my kindness, would do if you thought that I, a noble who has been general and statesman longer than you've been alive, was wrong. Tell me that most precisely, Krispos.'

Refusing to show he was daunted had taken Krispos a long way with Iakovitzes and Tanilis. Holding that bold front against Petronas was harder. The weight of the Sevastokrator's office and the force of his own person fell on Krispos' shoulders like heavy stones. Almost, he bent beneath them. But at the last moment he found an answer that kept his pride and might not bring Petronas' wrath down upon him. 'If I thought you were wrong, Highness, I