But there was no artist, no vulture to sit on the wings of civilization’s tottering construct, red-eyed and clucking. The audience consisted of Brys, First Concubine Nisall, Preda Unnutal Hebaz and four of the King’s Guard.
The sun had dropped low enough outside to send shafts of lurid light through the stained glass panels set in the dome, brushing the motes with ugly hues. The air smelled of sweat and lantern smoke.
‘And this,’ King Ezgara finally said, ‘is what awaits my people.’
The First Eunuch’s small eyes blinked. ‘Sire, the soldiers do not welcome the notion of new overlords. They will fight to defend you.’
‘I have seen scant evidence of that thus far, Nifadas.’
The Preda spoke to that. ‘Sire, it quickly became evident that we could not match the enemy in the traditional manner, given the sorcery available to them. It was tactically incumbent that we withdraw, avoiding engagement-’
‘But now our backs are to the city’s wall, Preda.’
‘With time to prepare, as we have been doing since the first unit arrived at Brans Keep. Sire, we have never before fielded such a large army as that which is assembling there right now. Over two thousand trebuchets, fifteen hundred mangonels and three hundred triple-mounted Dresh ballistae. We have dug pits, trenches, traps. The mages have woven rituals across the entire battlefield. Our auxiliaries alone number over ten thousand-’
‘Untrained fodder, Preda. A terrible waste of citizenry. Are they even armed?’
‘Spears and shields, sire. Leather armour.’
The king leaned back. ‘Nifadas. Still no word on the fate of my wife and son?’
‘Our emissaries do not return, sire.’
‘What does he want with them?’
‘I am at a loss to answer that,’ the First Eunuch admitted. ‘This Tiste Edur emperor is… unpredictable. Sire, despite the Preda’s confidence, I believe it would be wise to begin plans for your temporary displacement-’
‘My
‘Leaving Letheras, sire. Southeast, perhaps. Tallis on the Isle, or Truce.’
‘No.’
‘Sire-’
‘Nifadas, if I am to fall, then it will be here. I shall not bring destruction upon other cities, for it is destruction my presence will invite. The protectorates, should I be usurped, will fall in line. Peacefully, with no loss of life. This Tiste Edur emperor shall have his empire. For myself, if I must die, it will be here, on this very throne. Or, rather,’ he said with a wry smile, ‘on the one in the Eternal Domicile.’
Silence. Then the Preda turned slowly to face Brys.
He returned her regard dispassionately. The king had made his wishes known. If he would die on his throne, then his Champion would of necessity already be dead. There was no other path to Ezgara Diskanar, after all.
‘It is my intention, sire,’ Unnutal said, ‘that the situation you describe does not arise. The Tiste Edur will be thrown back. Beaten and broken.’
‘As you say,’ the king replied.
These were not new considerations for Brys. Ever since the first defeats up north, he had been thinking about a final stand before his king. The passage leading into the throne room in the Eternal Domicile was relatively narrow. With four of his best guards he felt he could hold it for some time. But without relief his death would be inevitable. The least palatable thought of all, however, was the possibility of dying beneath sorcery. Against which he had no defence. The Ceda’s seeming descent into madness was the most painful blow of all. Should the enemy reach the palace, the loss of Kuru Qan would be decisive.
Brys wanted to die honourably, but he was helpless to choose, and that stung.
The doors opened behind him and he turned to see a guard step inside.
‘What now?’ the king asked.
‘Finadd Gerun Eberict, my lord,’ the guard announced.
‘Very well.’
The man entered and bowed before the king. ‘Sire, I apologize for arriving late. There were household affairs to attend to-’
‘Taking precedence over an audience with your king, Finadd?’
‘Sire, in my absence my estate was broken into.’
‘I am grieved to hear that.’
‘A substantial portion of my wealth was stolen, sire.’
‘Careless, Gerun. It is never wise to hoard your coin.’
‘My security measures were extreme-’
‘Yet insufficient, it seems. Have you any clues regarding the brazen thief?’
Gerun Eberict’s eyes flicked to Brys, then away again. ‘I have, sire. I believe I shall recover my losses shortly.’
‘I trust said activity will not prove too messy.’
‘I am confident, sire.’
‘And to what extent will this interfere with your duties here in the palace, Finadd?’
‘None whatsoever, sire. I am able to resume command of my company.’
‘Good. They have been busy quelling riots.’
‘I intend to bring an end to those riots, sire. You will have peace in Letheras by this evening.’
‘That leaves you little time, Gerun. Off you go, then, but be warned. I do not want a bloodbath.’
‘Of course, sire.’ Gerun Eberict bowed again, saluted the Preda, then left.
The doors shut, then Ezgara said, ‘Brys Beddict, ready two hundred of your soldiers as clean-up crews. Expect at least one bloodbath before the twelfth bell tonight.’
‘At once, sire-’
‘Not yet. Why did Gerun glance to you when I enquired about the thief who struck his estate?’
‘I do not know, sire. I was wondering that myself.’
‘I trust your resident brother has not fallen to new depths.’
‘I do not believe so.’
‘Because Gerun Eberict is a formidable enemy.’
Brys nodded his agreement.
‘Sire,’ the Preda said, ‘it is time for me to join my army.’
‘Go then, and may the Errant touch you with mercy.’
As Unnutal bowed and strode towards the doors, Brys said to the king, ‘I beg my leave as well, sire.’
‘Go on, Champion. Once you have detailed your soldiers return here. I want you close, from now on.’
‘Yes, sire.’
In the hall outside the throne room, Unnutal Hebaz was waiting. ‘He suspects Tehol.’
‘I know.’
‘Why?’
Brys shook his head.
‘You had better warn him, Brys.’
‘Thank you for your concern, Preda.’
She smiled, but it was a sad smile. ‘I admit to a certain fondness for Tehol.’
‘I was not aware of that,’ Brys said.
‘He needs some bodyguards.’
‘He has them, Preda. The Shavankrats.’
Her brows lifted. ‘The triplets?’ Then she frowned. ‘I’ve not seen them about for some time, come to think of it. Meaning you have anticipated Gerun Eberict, which in turn suggests you know more than you revealed to the king.’
‘My concern was not regarding Eberict, Preda.’
‘Ah, I see. Well, you need not inform those brothers to be extra vigilant, since I don’t think that is
