Would Ullsaard send for Noran straight away, or would he deal with his other business before attending to personal matters? Unable to contain his worry, Noran began to pace, rehearsing what he would say over and over. Muttering to himself, he tried to find the words to express how much he regretted what he had done, but they felt empty. They were excuses, not reasons. Had he been a man at all, had he been a true friend, he would have kept his lust in check and sent Meliu away.
An odd light of hope filled Noran's thoughts as he lingered at the tent door, awaiting the summons. What if Ullsaard really didn't care? Meliu had said it herself that he didn't love her and simply desired her body. There was a chance that Ullsaard would be annoyed by Noran's indiscretion, but would understand the desires that can sometimes cloud a man's judgement. If Noran admitted his misdeed there was the possibility that his honesty would earn a little favour.
Back and forth, Noran wrestled with his decision, but no matter which way he looked at the situation, there was no easy route out.
'You're an idiot,' Noran told himself sharply. 'You fucked the man's wife; of course he is going to care.'
The hour bell rang and Noran realised it had been half a watch since Ullsaard had returned. Wrapped in his woes, he had lost of all sense of time. What was keeping the general so busy?
Tired of gnawing at his fingers, feeling his balls shrinking with fear, Noran strode to the tent flap, determined to see Ullsaard and declare everything. He gave a girlish shriek of surprise as he came face to face with a second captain. The officer stepped back in shock.
'What do you want?' snarled Noran, masking his fear with anger.
'General Ullsaard wishes to see you,' the captain said. 'When you're ready.'
'I'm ready now,' said Noran, walking out of the tent. 'Where is the general?'
'Follow me. He's at the bath house.'
Noran followed after the captain, confused by this piece of news. Surely Ullsaard would want to deal with this matter in private? His confusion grew as he stepped inside the low building and found it empty. Pushing through the curtains into the main bath room, he found Ullsaard by himself, lounging in one of the main tubs. Through the clouds of steam, Noran saw Ullsaard raise a hand.
'Get your kit off and join me!' Ullsaard called out.
Noran hurriedly stripped off and splashed into the pool on the opposite side to Ullsaard, foregoing the customary preliminaries.
'Here I am,' Noran said with a weak smile. 'You look… You look happy!'
'What's to be sad about?' asked Ullsaard, running fingers through his wet hair. 'I've just heard that Nemtun has lost his nerve and retreated behind the Wall. Nalanor's ripe for the picking. With the Greenwater and Narun in our possession, Okhar and Maasra won't be able to put up a fight for long. We're about to win the war.'
'Oh,' said Noran. 'That is good news.'
Ullsaard swam across the bath with splashing strokes, and settled next to Noran, elbows resting on the wooden side panels.
'What's the matter with you?' said the general. 'You look like a man who paid for a whore and got in bed with a goat.'
At first Noran took that as a veiled reference to his exploits with Meliu, but slowly realisation dawned as he looked at the general's concerned face. He didn't know! For reasons beyond Noran's understanding, Luia and Meliu had kept Noran's treachery secret.
'Um, nothing in particular,' Noran replied. A little voice inside whined at Noran, telling him that it didn't matter that Luia hadn't given him up: now was the time to come clean. He told the inner voice to shut up as a wave of relief bubbled up inside him, flowing through his body like the warmth of the water. 'Just a bit tired, I suppose.'
Ullsaard nodded and rubbed his face in his hands.
'How was Magilnada?' Noran asked, trying to sound nonchalant. 'It must have been good to see Allenya.'
'Magilnada was good,' replied Ullsaard. 'I would have been back sooner, but I took Allenya and the other two up into the mountains to show them that old rebel camp.'
'What about Urikh and Jutaar? Are they well?'
'You sound like some old mother,' laughed Ullsaard. 'Really, you're in an odd mood.'
Ullsaard splashed Noran in the face and lunged at him, pushing his head under the water. Noran panicked, thinking that Ullsaard's innocence had been an act. He was going to drown! He thrashed at Ullsaard's thick arms, but there was no give. Bubbles streaming from his mouth, Noran kicked his legs and grabbed Ullsaard's wrists, trying to push to the surface and prise open that iron grip.
Ullsaard dragged Noran back up and let go, swimming away with a laugh.
'This isn't funny!' snapped Noran between gasps. 'Just do it, all right?'
Ullsaard didn't seem to understand and paddled to the centre of the pool.
'You know, it was less than a year ago, I was in your baths and you told me to avoid getting into politics. I can't say this was what I had in mind then, but it hasn't turned out so bad.'
Noran said nothing. He had been worried about letting slip Prince Kalmud's illness to Nemtun. It seemed such a stupid thing to worry about in hindsight. Less than a year ago, Noran had a loving wife and a child on the way. Now he had neither, and it was Ullsaard's politics that had killed them. Ullsaard must have seen something in Noran's expression. He swam closer and put a hand on Noran's shoulder.
'I'm sorry,' said the general. 'I didn't mea-'
'No, no, you didn't,' Noran said, a wave of sadness sweeping through his thoughts. He grabbed Ullsaard's arm. 'It really isn't your fault. And I'm sorry too.'
'What are you sorry for?' said Ullsaard. 'Apart from Allenya, you're the only other person I've been able to trust through this whole thing. Anglhan always has his own plans; Luia is possessed at the moment with the thought of becoming a queen; Urikh no doubt realises if I win he'll be heir to the Crown. You? You've asked nothing from me. No favours you want done, no whims to indulge. You could have been governor of Magilnada, but you didn't want it. You have nothing to be sorry for. Of everyone, I owe you the most, and if there's anything I can do for you, just tell me.'
It was so tempting to Noran to make his confession there and then. After such a promise, there was no way that Ullsaard could refuse if Noran admitted what had happed with Meliu and asked simply for forgiveness.
But Noran could not bring himself to do it. Looking at the face of his friend, seeing the loyalty and gratitude in those eyes, Noran knew that he could not break that trust. After what Ullsaard had just said, Noran could no more confess his break of faith than breathe the water around him. Forgiveness was not an option, because he didn't deserve it.
His punishment would be to endure the guilt, and that was far harsher now than it had been moments before.
Temple
The prayers channelling the power of the eulanui were swallowed by the dust-filled air. Outside the temple, the winds had grown to a gale, lashing the ziggurat with an unending barrage of sand while the dark skies above flickered with multicoloured lightning. Foreboding seeped from every stone and tile; the displeasure of the eulanui as palpable as the storm.
Lakhyri stared at the apparition of Udaan's features in the carved, distorted face of the acolyte on the slab. The high priest had been assailed by a number of long-forgotten emotions recently: fear, irritation, concern. Now he felt anger as the head of the Brotherhood reported events in the world beyond the temple.
'The king's grip is weakening,' snarled Lakhyri. 'In one season you have lost an empire that took two hundred years to build. I hold you responsible for this failure.'
The bloody parody of Udaan's face contorted into a grimace.
'When the governors no longer listen to us, the Brotherhood can do little to shape events. We have tried our best to firm the hearts of the people against these traitors, but Ullsaard has been sly. He starves them and then
