Dreaming of my mother, and of my father, whose face I barely remembered, I slept right through the attack on us that left fifty men dead on the road and another hundred injured. Karim told me about it afterwards. Through chattering teeth, he described the wild rush of the mountain tribesmen as we passed a high ridge of sand. They’d swept down with a battle roar that almost knocked him off his horse. The horsemen weren’t up to making any impression on the Saracen guards. It was the hail of arrows that caused the real damage. Meekal had gone wild with alarm, and had darted about, screaming at the guards to cover me with their shields. No prisoners had been taken this time. It had been a matter of getting me and my remaining carriers as fast along that exposed road as men could run. Even so, an arrow had embedded itself in the carrying chair not a quarter-inch from my throat.
I came to as the light was fading in my bedchamber. I’d been put into a cool bath to stabilise my temperature from the heat of the day and from the opium, and then wrapped up in bed like an infant. Before I opened my eyes, I heard Edward’s anxious voice, asking again and again if I would ever wake up again. Karim was beside him, urging that I’d surely be fine. I could tell that the hand feeling about my wrist belonged to a doctor. I opened my eyes and waited for the riot of fading colours to resolve into a picture of my surroundings. Meekal was looking out of the window, hands clasped tight behind his back. The boys sat together, looking earnestly into my face. I stared back and smiled.
‘Not dead yet?’ I croaked. The doctor held a cup to my lips, and I gagged at the extreme bitterness of its contents. I waved it away. I struggled to sit up, but the combination of opium and immense weariness kept me on my back. ‘Any chance of some of the local red?’ I asked feebly.
A thoroughly nasty look on his face, Meekal turned and came to lean over me. ‘The doctor says – and I agree – that you should give up that shitty opium,’ he said. ‘And the wine too. If you carry on like this, you won’t see another spring.’
‘I’m a free man,’ I snarled back at him. ‘I’ll put what I like into my body and cry “fuck off!” at anyone who dares tell me otherwise. And don’t any of you ever forget that!’ I made a better effort and now did sit up. The doctor fussed about with pillows. Edward stuck a cool sponge on my forehead.
‘What’s that bandage doing on your arm?’ I asked. Edward opened his mouth to speak, but was nudged silent by Karim. ‘Did you come off that bleeding horse?’ I asked again.
There was a noise in Meekal’s throat that might have been a laugh, or might just have been another of his prayers to the Almighty. He took hold of Edward’s good arm and pushed the boy closer to me.
‘The deal is,’ he snarled, ‘that you give me what I want, and the boy comes to no harm. Will you threaten me with a lawyer if I choose to regard your sudden death as a breach of contract?’
‘Fuck you!’ I snarled. I struggled out of the cushions and sat fully upright. Everyone stood back. ‘I’m hungry,’ I added in a more reasonable tone. ‘More to the point, I need a piss – I need one badly.’ I looked defiantly about the room. ‘Well, go on,’ I said loudly, ‘get out of here. Since Edward’s right arm is otherwise occupied, the doctor can stay and do me the honours.’ I reached over to get at my water cup. I overbalanced and nearly came off the bed. Meekal kept me from hitting the tiles. He lifted me as if I’d been a bag of twigs – had I lost weight in the past few months? I wondered – and sat me on the side of the bed. I scowled everyone else out of the room, and prepared myself for a consultation with the doctor.
Chapter 57
‘The world must be seen as it is,’ I said, ‘not as we’d like it to be. One of these days, I shall fall down dead. Or perhaps I just shan’t wake up one morning. Until then, I plan to carry on as normal.’
I sucked on a boiled chicken leg and washed the meat down with a cup of water into which Edward had dropped wine with all the stingy care of an apothecary. Karim muttered some piety about how God would deal justly with me. I decided against the obvious witty riposte. It would only make Edward unstopper those tears again. Meekal had gone off about his official business, and I’d told the doctor where to take his pessimistic ambiguities. Now, we were at dinner. Since the most convenient language was Saracen, I’d had the slaves all cleared out and the main door locked from our own side.
‘But do tell me again, Edward,’ I said brightly. ‘Do you really think you cut off that man’s nose as he came at you?’ He did. So did Karim. I lifted my cup in a toast that left plenty of room for a refill more to my taste. I was about to reach for my teeth so I could begin a long anecdote about Karim’s father after the Battle of Antioch. But Edward interrupted.
‘I was looking at your clothes this morning,’ he said, pulling the conversation back on his chosen track. ‘They are all too big for you.’
‘Listen, boy,’ I sighed, ‘I agree that I’m not getting any younger. Even so, I have, for the past few months, been working like a maniac for Meekal. Have you noticed any advance of senility? Do I walk about any the less easily? I’ve lost some weight. That’s all. Now, do you recall that tomb we passed on the road to Caesarea? It was the one put up for a man who died at a hundred and ten. If you can think of one reason why I shouldn’t match that, do tell me now. Otherwise, don’t spoil dinner.’ I managed to reach the wine jug. That cheered me no end.
‘Did either of you hear the demonstration?’ I asked with a final change of subject. Edward hadn’t – he’d been too wrapped up in shouting at the retreating spies. Karim, though, had heard the explosion, and looked back in time to see the fountain of steam and water that, however briefly, had risen high over the walls of the monastery.
‘Was all the work before you came for nothing?’ he asked.
I looked at Karim. There was a depth of knowledge behind the question. But this didn’t surprise me. Did it merit an answer? Probably not. Still, I wanted that tearful look off Edward’s face, and the wine was lifting my spirits by the moment.
‘Not really,’ I said. ‘Eight years of lavish funding by the richest power in the world were unlikely to get nowhere. If it might have taken another eight years of trial and error to reproduce the mixture itself, the basic problems of casting and welding had been settled. Indeed, some of the work your people did on the containment of extreme pressure was news to me. The real problem was the big explosion of two – no, three – years ago. Someone got it into his head that the mixture was a powder, not a liquid. What he then produced was highly unstable, and should never have been heated, let alone heated under pressure. The result was an explosion that killed just about everyone who’d got the project going. But for that, I’d have been more useful than critical. As it is, the research notes survived; and it really would have been another few years at most before all the lost ground was recovered. Still, I can’t deny that bringing me in to supervise them has brought things very quickly to the edge of success.’
‘Then, we shall destroy the Greeks?’ Edward asked.
I smiled at his sudden fierceness. ‘Yes,’ I said quietly, ‘I suppose you will. Am I right to suppose that you’ll be attending Friday prayers tomorrow?’ The boy didn’t answer, but looked down. ‘Well, it’s none of my business if you do. And, if it helps keep you safe from that fucking nephew of yours, I can’t say you’re making a poor choice. Yes – you stick with your great-nephew, Karim. He’ll see you right. Isn’t that so?’ Karim nodded. Of course, the moment Edward got up in that mosque and uttered the irrevocable words, the relationship that Greek law had created between the pair of us would fall to the ground. The bond of fealty, of course, nothing could break. But he’d now be Karim’s brother in the Faith, and there would be none of that joking insistence on being called ‘Great-Uncle Edward’.