Haraldr was one of the first presented to the new Empress, as Alexius had wisely proscribed formal protocol during this acutely delicate time of transition. After the ritual prostrations he knelt at Theodora’s feet and was offered her hand to kiss. ‘I know of you,’ she told him in a flat, faintly wry voice. Unlike her sister, who had a face for pure pleasure set off by pain-ravaged eyes, Theodora had melancholy features countered with flashing, almost girlish eyes. ‘You want to take my Maria away from me.’ Haraldr was weary, hungry, and he hoped that his plunging spirit did not register on his face. Where was Maria? All day he had sent runners out to comb the palace, and each had returned with the same report: no one had seen her, even heard of her whereabouts. And even if she was safe somewhere, would he now need this Empress’s permission to take her to Norway?
Theodora laughed. ‘I will let her go,’ she said, but Haraldr was not certain if she was sincere or merely placating him to another end. Theodora became serious again, and Haraldr identified the fear communicated by her small, pinched mouth. ‘This seat is not the most comfortable,’ she told him. ‘It is broad enough but not stable. One expects to fall off at any moment.’ Haraldr nodded. ‘I need a man to steady it for me. A strong and loyal man. I know you have the first-mentioned quality. Maria says you are also the second.’ She looked at him gently. ‘I am not asking you to stay by me for long. My sister will marry again. Soon, I hope, to a man who can govern justly. And then I will return to a more modest yet more secure perch.’
Haraldr was taken by her directness and apparent guileless-ness, though who could tell with these Romans? ‘Majesty,’ he said, ‘I am more than willing to discuss a temporary service to your person and office. But my strength is twined with another, as you know. And I do not even know her fate now. Can you help me?’
Theodora’s wincing eyes convinced Haraldr that his concern was shared. ‘I am looking for her as well. But I am also looking for my sister. I believe there may be the same solution to both riddles. Those two know places in this palace that have been forgotten for centuries.’ Theodora looked about uneasily at the representatives of her unlikely coalition. ‘I think Maria is trying to mediate for me. I pray she is, because the success of this enterprise is still in grave doubt.’
Haraldr bowed, overcome with mere hope. But the idea of Maria having gone to Zoe, if Michael still held Zoe under his sway, was chilling as well. Fate had made this day too long. He looked up at his new Mother. ‘Majesty, I will serve you until such time as you feel this enterprise is no longer in doubt.’
Haraldr withdrew and was immediately accosted by a member of Alexius’s staff. ‘The Father wishes to see you,’ said the priest, an aggressive-looking young man who might have been a military officer except for his red-and-white vestments. He led Haraldr to the second-storey gallery and then across the sumptuously carpeted walkway to the Patriarchal offices. In spite of his oppressive melancholy, Haraldr could not help but marvel at the richness of the arcades beneath which even ordinary officials worked – and today they seemed to be working extraordinarily feverishly. The walls sparkled with jewelled, gilded and enamelled icons. Writing tables were surfaced in ivory veneer. Mosaics covered the spandrels of the arches.
After passing through a series of ante-chambers and sitting rooms as splendid as any in the Emperor’s apartments, Haraldr was admitted to the most elegant dining chamber in New Rome. The vaulted room was octagonal, with a gold dome three storeys above the floor. The walls were carved with elaborate arched niches filled with white marble reliefs representing various saints. Alexius sat alone at the end of a table covered with a red-and-gold cloth. He had removed his towering diadem but wore his usual encrustation of jewels and gold thread.
The Patriarch gestured for Haraldr to sit in a gilded, backless chair opposite his own. ‘I know you like fish,’ he said. Haraldr had no idea how Alexius presumed to know this. ‘May I offer you some?’ Haraldr was famished and he nodded, though Alexius made him sufficiently uneasy to curb his appetite under ordinary circumstances. Almost immediately a servant set a silver plate embossed with a large Chi-Rho, the monogram of the Christ. A second servant served the fish from a large golden platter, and yet a third ladled the garos sauce from a silver pitcher. Haraldr had to restrain himself from shoving the entire fish into his mouth and swallowing it like a bear.
‘You are a Christian?’ asked Alexius. Haraldr nodded. ‘And what is your church like in this Norway?’
Haraldr’s accelerating pulse registered the warning. He needed to sharpen his wits for this exchange. ‘It is a Christian church, Father.’
‘But its bishops hew to the authority of the see of Old Rome and practise the Latin creed, do they not?’
‘Father, you must understand that the Christian faith is only a few decades old in my country, and that I left home when I was too young to know that the Christian faith had several factions.’
Alexius’s wiry eyebrows lowered. ‘There are no factions, my son. There is only the church, the One True Oecumenical, Orthodox and Catholic Faith. And the schismatics who would deny the divinity of the Christ.’ Alexius took a bite of fish and chewed it carefully, then patted his elegant lips with his embroidered napkin. ‘An interesting rumour has emerged from the tumult of this day. It is said that you are in fact the King of this land of Norway.’
Haraldr dropped his fork in his plate. ‘Father … I have pledged my loyalty to the Augusta, as I have to all who have worn the Imperial Diadem, at least all who have proved themselves worthy of that office.’
Alexius raised his hand. ‘My son, I do not accuse you of treason. You could have taken Rome this morning had you that ambition. Yes, there is always a great deal of concern about an invasion from the north, and there are the prophecies as well. I am sure you are quite weary of hearing them. Those are not my concerns. I am only troubled by fair-haired Christians who might embrace the Latin creed and be led to eternal perdition by the pontiff of Old Rome.’
Alexius ruminated on another bite offish before continuing. ‘I would like to propose this to you. The truth of your lineage is certain to become common knowledge, indeed has already circulated fairly widely. I will pledge to you that I will make certain that no consequence of any sort arises from these revelations. You in turn must promise to me that when you return to rule your Norway, you will permit my priests to bring the One True Faith among your people.’
Haraldr fought his numbness, trying to tell himself that fate had offered another boon. For the mere price of passage for a few priests, he now had an immensely powerful ally who actually had an interest in seeing to his prompt return to Norway. But was this another mocking mask that destiny wore? What would he return to without Maria? ‘Father,’ he forced himself to reply, ‘I do not see how my people could but benefit from this instruction.’
‘Excellent,’ said the Patriarch. He pushed his plate away and a servant immediately removed it. ‘We have girded ourselves for the eternal struggle. Now let us consider a conflict of a more immediate and temporal nature.’ Apprehension churned Haraldr’s hasty meal. He realized that this man, like fate, made no easy bargains. ‘Our position is currently very tenuous. Our factions are held together by the hope that the purple-born sisters will rule jointly. Unfortunately Zoe has not appeared before her people with an endorsement of her sister. I fear that she may even have fled with Michael and will attempt to rally her people to his cause.’