"But—"
"I see. Once burned, twice cautious. Twice burned, petrified. There will be no Wadi el Kuf. No surprises from children deft with the Power. Tell Nassef that I will be watching personally. Then unleash him. He has the genius to pull it off." He sketched a plan, displaying a knowledge of desert affairs and personalities which quieted the Disciple's doubts. "Before we part, I'll give you another token."
The old man slipped off his seat and knelt. He whispered to the horn, then hoisted it and shook it. Something tumbled from its bell. "Have Nassef transmit this to his agent in the Royal Tent. The rest will follow if he strikes a week later."
El Murid accepted a small teakwood box. He stared at it, baffled.
The old man dashed to his mount and took wing. El Murid shouted after him. He had only begun to discuss his problems.
The winged horse swooped round the horned peaks. Thunder rolled. Lightning clawed the sky. Gouts of fire hurtled back and forth between the horns. Two blasts smashed together and erupted upward, forming some giant sign El Murid could not make out because it was directly overhead.
The blinding light faded slowly. And when El Murid could see once more, no sign of the angel could be found. He returned to his fire and sat muttering to himself, staring at the teakwood box.
After debating several seconds, he opened it. "Finger cymbals?" he asked the night.
The box contained an exquisite set of zils, worthy of a woman who danced before kings.
"Zils?" he muttered. What on earth? But a messenger of the Lord could not be wrong. Could he?
He searched the sky again, but the angel was gone.
Decades would pass before he encountered the emissary again.
"Zils," he muttered, and stared down the mountain at the campfires where Nassef and the Invincibles waited. His brother-in-law's face filled his mind. Something would have to be done. After Al Rhemish had been taken?
"Nassef, attend me," he called weakly when he finally stumbled into camp. It was late, but Nassef was awake, studying crude maps by fire and moonlight.
El Murid's brother-in-law joined him. With the exception of the Disciple's chief bodyguard, everyone else withdrew. "You look terrible," Nassef said.
"It's the curse. I hurt all over. The ankle. The arm. Every joint."
"Better get something to eat." Nassef glanced up the mountain, frowned. "And some sleep probably wouldn't hurt."
"Not now. I have things to tell you. I spoke with the angel."
"And?" Nassef s eyes were narrow.
"He told me what I wanted to hear. That the Al Rhemish apricot is ripe for the plucking."
"Lord—"
"More listening and less interrupting, please, Nassef. There'll be no Wadi el Kuf this tune. I don't mean to try sweeping them away with sheer numbers. We'll use the tactics you developed. We'll move by night, along the trails Karim followed when you sent him to slay Farid."
If he expected a reaction from Nassef he was disappointed. Nassef merely nodded thoughtfully.
He still wondered about that incident. Aboud's hysteria had been predictable, though his turning to mercenaries had come as a surprise. Hali had provided a detailed report on the attack. Karim's force had sustained startlingly heavy casualties. The man should have brought more of his soldiers home. But, then, Karim was Nassef's creature, and the Invincibles who had accompanied him were not.
"But first, these have to be delivered to your agent in the Royal Tent."
Nassef opened the box, then peered up at the horned mountain. Just three people knew who that agent was. He and the agent were two of those. The third was not El Murid. The Disciple, he was sure, had been unaware that such an agent existed. "Zils?" he asked.
"The angel gave them to me. They must be special. Carry out his instructions. Nassef?"
"Uhm?"
"What's the situation on the coast?"
"Under control."
"Do we really dare try Al Rhemish with just the Invincibles?"
"We can try anything. It would be a bold stroke. Unexpected. I don't think a move that way will complicate the eastern situation. It's winding down there. I had Karim take over. He'll subdue the Throyens. They were ready to talk when I left. A few weeks of Karim's attentions and they'll accept any terms. And El-Kader has shattered the last resistance at the south end of the littoral. El Nadim will hold Sebil el Selib. With Yousif gone there will be no trouble out of el Aswad."
The Disciple sighed. "Finally. After all those years. Why did Yousif run, Nassef?"
That was the critical question. "I wish I knew. It keeps me wondering what he has up his sleeve. Yes. We'll try for Al Rhemish. It's worth a try even if it doesn't work. It'll be a spoiling raid if nothing else. Yousif will be more dangerous there than he was at el Aswad, where his resources were limited."
El Murid still carried Yousif's taunting note. He studied it for the hundredth time, fixed though every word was in his memory.
"My dear Micah," he read aloud, "Circumstances compel me to be away from my home temporarily. I beg to leave it in your curatorship, knowing you will attend it carefully in my absence. Do feel free to enjoy its luxuries during your stay. May you anticipate all your tomorrows with as much eagerness as I anticipate mine.
"Your Obedient Servant, Yousif Allaf Sayed, Wahlig of el Aswad."
"Still a mystery to me," Nassef said.
"He's mocking us, Nassef. He's telling us he knows a secret."
"Or Radetic wants us to think he does."
"Radetic?"
"The foreigner must have composed that. Yousif isn't that subtle. It smells like a sneaky bluff."
"Maybe."
"Let's not play his game. Forget the message. In Al Rhemish he can whisper the words of the Evil One directly into the King's ear. He can gather the Royalist strength against us."
"Yes. Of course. We must do as the angel says, and strike hard, now, at the very nest of the vipers."
"Whatever his reasons, Lord, I think Yousif made a mistake. Without him to block the road I don't think the Royalists can stop us. As long as we don't meet them head-on, in a test of strength. They retain the advantages they had at Wadi el Kuf."
"Gather the rest of the Invincibles. This year in Al Rhemish for Disharhun."
"It will be a delight, Lord. I'll begin now. Give my love to Meryem and the children."
El Murid sat silently and alone till long after Nassef's departure. The critical hour was at hand. He had to wrest the most from it. His angel had suggested that the resolution of many troubles lay in the taking of Al Rhemish. And he had begun to get a glimmering of what could be done.
"Hadj."
"My Lord?"
"Find Mowaffak Hali. Bring him to me."
"Yes, my Lord."
"My Lord Disciple?" Hali asked as he approached. "You wanted me?"
"I have news for you, Mowaffak. And a task."
"At your command, Lord."
"I know. Thank you. Especially for your patience while it was necessary that the Scourge of God direct the blades of the Invincibles."
"We tried to understand the need, Lord."
"You saw the light on the mountain?"
"I did, Lord. You spoke with the angel?"
"Yes. He told me it's time the Invincibles liberated the Most Holy Mrazkim Shrines."
"Ah. Then the Kingdom of Peace is at hand."
"Almost. Mowaffak, it seems to me that worldly elements crept into the Invincibles during my brother's tenure. Perhaps this is our opportunity to expunge those. The fighting at Al Rhemish will be bitter. Many Invincibles will perish. If those who are the most trustworthy are elsewhere, on a secret mission... "