“Unlikely,” the first man snapped. “Your temples squabble over the relics; the relics themselves may be false or inoperative- after so many millennia the latter is probable. Should they be real-and useful-the priest-boy must still reach the treasure to which they point. And leam its use! A series of tasks as incredible as the legend of Subadim the Sorcerer! ’ ’
“Has the priest-boy yet discovered the place of the power?” The third man broke in. “There is the map symbol.”
“Yes, and well you know whither it points. Still, certain of my sources hint at subterfuge.” The bone-white lips opened in a soundless smile. “The ancients were as devious as they are now dead! It would be like them to lead the would-be tomb robber a long dance half across the world.”
“If so, then we have even less cause for concern! Why risk our agents to halt such an unlikely project? As well wear a helmet to protect one’s head from falling lightning bolts!” The first man turned his entire upper body to face the third. “What think you, Lord Fu Shi’i? Counsel me.”
“My Lord, we should not act, and well our colleague here knows it. There are watches and wards upon all connected with this affair, and our hand would be as plain as milk in wine. Let him move his own pieces. They are better placed and better hidden than ours.”
The third man was silent. The first shifted again, impatiently, and the second sat as though carved from dull clay. The fourth being said not a word but continued to gaze into the lustrous blue orb.
At length the second spoke again, upon a higher, tenser note. “If I act and others come to know, it will be as though a summer flood has swept across all our lands! My brothers-and my sister-would delight to see me stumble.”
“Stumbling is always possible for those who would ascend to dizzy heights.” The third man made a convoluted gesture in the air. “Your minions are many, and your nets are spread wide. ‘The Shqa — beetle makes tunnels within tunnels.’ ”
“My success is your success. If I fail, then I go onto the impaler’s stake for the ‘high ride.’ And all of your long-laid plans go with me.”
“You will not fail.” The third spoke again. “If any has the talent and the ambition to win to mighty goals, it is you.
Remember the sum wagered upon this throw, my Lord: an empire-”
“Enough.” The first man waved a blunt hand. “Our compact is firm. We will aid you, but now is not the time. Make use of the others: the factions within the temples, the nobles you control, the dark ones whom you alone can summon. But you are the one who can-and should-act. It is premature for us to move. Call our help only if you see defeat before you as a Zrne sees the hunters’ pit.”
The second man did not move, but his smooth, creaseless fingers were knotted upon his knees before him. “What if instead I were to aid the priest-boy in his lessons? What if I were the hero who brought about your fall? There would be lamentation in many places beyond Tsolyanu.”
The first man made an abrupt movement to rise. “We own more than one jug for our wine. Prince. You may break this one, but there are others fired in the kiln. No, I do not think you would betray our bargain, for it gives us each more than either can achieve alone. At the proper time we shall see that you do indeed have certain royal siblings to mourn. And the Petal Throne to sit upon. We-”
“You, Baron, stand to gain lands and cities which were part of the Imperium since the first Tlakotani Emperor sat upon the Petal Throne over two thousand years ago!” The colourless voice dropped to a whisper. “Once you were great within Tsolyanu, Baron Aid. You served as general of one of my father’s armies, and you could have risen yet higher, even to stand at the right hand of the God-Emperor himself! Now you would snatch from us what is anciently ours! You know that I join you in this only because-”
One. thick fist smashed down into the palm of the other hand. “-Only because you cannot alone win the Petal Throne for yourself, Prince Dhich’une! When your father dies, you will face the Kolumejalim, ‘the Rite of Choosing of Emperors,’ as is the custom in your land. You would certainly best your eldest brother, Rereshqala, in those trials, for he dallies in pleasant lethargy in his villa in Jakalla with his whores and cronies, drunk or drugged, perhaps even by your doing! Your second brother, Eselne, could cleave you in twain with no more than a table-knife. And even your sister, Ma’in Kriithai, has more swordsmanship than you. But your three permitted champions may defeat them, and you would easily overthrow them in the tests of sorcery and magic. No, it is your third brother, Mridobu, whom you fear, he who sits in the High Chancery at Avanthar and cons the arts of administration and statecraft even as you pore over your tomes of wormy runes! Without our bargain, Mridobu-or some princeling as yet unrevealed by the Omnipotent Azure Legion-will sit upon the Petal Throne. It will be your shade that will go howling down into the crypts of Sarku’s many hells!”
The second man extended a dun-coloured hand, palm up, and his voice dropped to a gentle, almost dulcet note. “Let us not fall out, Baron. Our alliance is delicate enough as it is. We only weaken both our lands through war. Instead, I propose an even greater sweetening to our bargain. Join with me in more than just blood and pillage! Why should Yan Kor and Tsolyanu not be united under our rule? I as Emperor in Avanthar, and you as First General of the Empire? If our present scheme does succeed, then I am Emperor, and you seize Khirgar and parts of our north by force of arms. Yet you know that I must then put on a show of repelling you, whatever we may agree here, and much would be lost to flame and plunder. Others would rejoice as welclass="underline" the Salarvyani yearn for our southeastern Protectorates of Kerunan and Chaigari; the Red-hats of Mu’ugalavya would swoop to take back their lost Chakas-and mayhap parts of your little allies, Pijena and Ghaton, which border their lands. It is not said that, ‘when water meets fire, both turn to harmless vapour’?”
“Our alliance rests upon our mutual benefit, Prince. Yet your sweetening is still not sweet enough. You know my reasons.”
“I am well aware. But for both our sakes put aside those offences which Tsolyanu certainly offered you. With me in Avanthar and yourself as my First General, you will gain more wealth and power than a hundred, a thousand, lootings of Khirgar could ever bring. Forget Kaidrach Field-”
The fist came crashing down again. “Speak not to me of that place, Prince! It was your conniving aristocrats and their puppet generals who left me there to defend a hopeless position! Do you accuse me of treachery that I then kissed Yan Koryani gold? After all, who was I to your Empire-a hired mercenary, a wild warrior from Saa Allaqi? What mattered a little army and a loyal fool who was naught but a northern tribesman and a half-cousin to the men of Yan Kor?” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Though I was betrayed, still I bore you Tsolyani no great ill will, for I knew that such are the vagaries of politics and men. Even after I had climbed to my present station over the heads-¦ and blood-of Yan Kor’s squabbling chieflings, still I would have been your father’s friend. But then he dispatched his legions to take me, as huntsmen take a Jakkohl, and his accursed general, Kettukal, sent his officer, Bazhan, to seize my lady Yilrana from my citadel of Ke’er. Bazhan did her to a shameful death! And so did he suffer for it.” White ridges of pain drew downward from the thin lips. “If you speak to me of power and wealth, Prince, then I spurn them! I seek blood payment-my own kind of Shamtla — for all that was done to me and to mine, and this shall I have though I have to raise all the myrmidons of the many hells to do it! No, make me no offers and plot me no plots! Our bargain gives you the Petal Throne; I take Khirgar, Chene Ho, and the northlands. I have sworn before my mountain gods to end our blood feud only when these cities are delivered up to my vengeance. -And note well that this debt is not paid until General Kettukal is also in my hand, even as was Lord Bazhan!”